It's a Sad, Sad Situation...

[ooeeooahah]

Thursday morning, phone, filtered from drones:

[ Ilsa's voice is tight, and quiet. ]

For those that knew him, BLU Pyro is... he's droned. His things are gone, so it seems it might be...

[ She sighs, and after a moment, continues. ]

He's gone.

Comments

phone;

[cueballer]

A pity that. I did not know the man, but for you to make an announcement of a stranger leaving means he must have been a significant presence.

[That's Scratch-talk for "sorry for the loss"]

[ooeeooahah]

Yes... and thank you.

[cueballer]

Why are you thanking me?

[ooeeooahah]

It's the appropriate response when someone acknowledges another's importance to you.

[bye_to_yer_head]

You mean loike permanently?

[ooeeooahah]

I-I think so. The flamethrower he got from home... is gone.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Oh.

Roight.

Sorry 'bout that mate.

[ooeeooahah]

[ There's a small noise at the other end of the line, and after a few moments she responds. ]

Thank you. I... I didn't know the best way to tell anyone else he knew here. I kept meaning to have him invite the team over, and well... things kept happening.

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek didn't know Pyro well, was somewhat jealous... but also liked what he saw of the man. Mainly, though, he feels for Ilsa.]

Ah, liebchen. I am sorry.

How can I help?

[ooeeooahah]

The... the drone version of him is... not quite as easy-going.

[velesdonnersen]

Eh. No.

Mayfield male? My poor Ilsa.

[ooeeooahah]

well, yes... but there's almost no trace of him left.

[ She sounds more upset about his erasure than what was left in his place. ]