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[notanalchemist]

Hello there, digital world! I would greet you but pictures of my darling Elicia, but unfortunately I have no idea how to-

[sudden pause]

Wh- what is it?!

… Déjà vu.

W- well, that was almost exactly how you greeted everyone-th- the last time, I mean …

Really? Well, what better way to greet a new world~ [suddenly mildly threatening] As long as that’s all

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[honootaisa]

--!

... Maes?

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[notanalchemist]

Roy?

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[notanalchemist]

... Dammit, Roy, what are you doing in a place like this instead of becoming Fuhrer?!

Has he always been here?

N- no! I- I don't know when he got here!

Ugh. That idiot.

Where are you?

[honootaisa]

Becoming--...

Well it's not as if I came here by choice, and even if I had I'm not exactly in the position to be Furher anymore anyway.

[notanalchemist]

It just figures that you would attract enough trouble to have your plans interrupted by being brought to a different world. Dammit. As if things weren't bad enough back there, now they've had to lose you?

... Wait. What do you mean, 'not in the position' ...? Roy--what's happened?

[honootaisa]

Hughes, I really do not need to add guilt on to everything else this has brought down on me.

Besides...

[long sigh] A lot happened. The short version is that King Bradley is dead.

Chief, you might wanna give him your location information.

Oh. Right. Let's see if I remember how to do that...

[Attached: Location marker for Neon City/Hyperion/light post data]

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[notanalchemist]

...

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[notanalchemist]

... Damn. It's bad, isn't it?

[attachment received]

All right. I'll be there ASAP and then you can tell me what's happened over a bottle or two, okay? Or three.

[honootaisa]

Yeah, sounds like a plan.