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[A hand slaps at the communicator, jarring it into activity. There's no video, only the sound of someone sleeping rather restlessly, wherever they are. They sigh, and something seems to startle them awake, as they gasp, unaware of the communicator's presence.]
A...terrible dream? I suppose so. One would think Thunder Bluff was more peaceful than that, but...
[One can almost imagine the person scrubbing a hand over their eyes as they try to wake up, the sound of fabric rustling as they move about. And then there is a pause, as if they are growing more accustomed to their surroundings, as newcomers to Demeleier often do.]
What in the-
[The communicator is seized up then, and without the distance it is unmistakably Duibhín's - that is, to those who know him. There is a loud gasp and the video function is flickered on, allowing a glimpse at a pale, lean face with glowing green eyes. He scowls fiercely at the screen, long brows furrowing in ire.]
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
[And he drops the communicator in disgust, muttering something about the Earthen Ring and smoking being at fault.]
A...terrible dream? I suppose so. One would think Thunder Bluff was more peaceful than that, but...
[One can almost imagine the person scrubbing a hand over their eyes as they try to wake up, the sound of fabric rustling as they move about. And then there is a pause, as if they are growing more accustomed to their surroundings, as newcomers to Demeleier often do.]
What in the-
[The communicator is seized up then, and without the distance it is unmistakably Duibhín's - that is, to those who know him. There is a loud gasp and the video function is flickered on, allowing a glimpse at a pale, lean face with glowing green eyes. He scowls fiercely at the screen, long brows furrowing in ire.]
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
[And he drops the communicator in disgust, muttering something about the Earthen Ring and smoking being at fault.]