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[opfern]

[ Voice Transmission Start ]

[sound of a door creaking, followed by footsteps]

Franca? ...Franca?

[a pause]

Not here. Is she at work? Or did she go home? Judging by the dust...

[a light cough, then another pause]

Hm? What's--

[ Voice Transmission End ]

Well that was strange. It looks like my apartment was wired, like something out of

Comments

[guardianed]

More than a day, yes.

[opfern]

So I hear.

...You aren't in a bad mood too, are you?

[guardianed]

Not particularly, why do you ask?

[opfern]

...No reason. How have you been?

[guardianed]

Busy, but that's normal.

[opfern]

And...Edward?

[guardianed]

He's been quiet.

[opfern]

Well that's worrisome.

[guardianed]

You're telling me. If the Colonel would at least check in-

He is not in the Hall of the Missing, for whatever it's worth.

[opfern]

Maybe he's just immersed himself in studying something. He does tend to shut himself up when doing that.

[guardianed]

I wouldn't be at all surprised if that were the case.

[opfern]

And his brother's probably the same.

[guardianed]

They've both done similar things.

[opfern]

Speaking of staying busy, I hope I still have my job...

[guardianed]

Where were you working?

[opfern]

At Miss Jeane's magic shop. I mostly handled stock.