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

[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. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[Considers]

Ilsa...

I have a very good memory. Very good. Would you like a portrait of him? The real him?

[ooeeooahah]

That would be... yes, thank you.

[velesdonnersen]

Very good, love. We will talk, I will put together some sketches.

He will be remembered.