ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴇ: ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ✗ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ ✗ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ

[possemagnet]

[When Dean first comes to it's in that general lull of sleep that you have to wade through for a few moments before you're really aware of what's going on. He expects to be in Lisa's bed, to have Lisa next to him, when he rolls over and finds empty space he snaps up

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Voice.

[supercilious]

Actually, I believe most people find the Forge's timing to be generally inconvenient.

Voice.

[possemagnet]

The Forge?

Voice.

[supercilious]

That is the name of this recording... machine.

Voice.

[possemagnet]

Got it.

Somebody sent me the manual on the thing, I'm still workin' the kinks out.

Voice.

[supercilious]

Believe me, it took me some time to even realize it was broadcasting.

Voice.

[possemagnet]

That's what happened to me.

Voice.

[supercilious]

You get used to it after a while. It's at least useful for discovering who the latest murder victims are. [grimmest ever welcome wagon.]

Voice.

[possemagnet]

Murder victims?

Voice.

[supercilious]

If it's not the prejudice of those who live here or the monsters in the ruins then it's a deranged psychopath on a killing spree. There's a lot of crime in this city. Consider yourself forewarned.

Voice.

[possemagnet]

Right.

Thanks for that.

Voice.

[supercilious]

You may also find that people here watch each other's backs. We're all we've got, after all.

Voice.

[possemagnet]

Yeah, unity's a good thing.

Voice.

[supercilious]

Glad you agree. D'you have a name?

Voice.

[possemagnet]

... Kris.

You?

Voice.

[supercilious]

Prince Arthur Pendragon, vice-commander of the Anatole Patrol Unit. Welcome to the city, Kris.

Voice.

[possemagnet]

Does that make you the go-to guy when shit hits the fan?