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[amauroskia]

What -- is this.

[the single brief thought does no justice to the confusion in Phantom's mind, even as his face betrays not a hint of that confusion. but seeing a macabre dancer stopped dead in Mac Anu's courts is likely a dead give away in any case ...]

I -- alive. Human, apparently. How?

[created reploid, died to return as a cybersoul, now

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[proclaimedrival]

[there was a rather frazzled Cleric not far from the Dancer. Hakuren may have looked well-groomed and collected to the average viewer, but a close inspection revealed the contrary; none of his spells or knowledge gained from his time in the Church could help]

.... Souls... a kor? No, too many people are affected...

[he stops muttering every once in a while to look up and around; searching to see if there was anyone else that needed help? Or perhaps seeking out another individual who might have some idea of what was happening?]

[amauroskia]

As will I.

[stowing away the device and its card, Phantom, blinked and eyed Hakuren. what was that, now?]

"@Home"? An interesting form of designation, that ...

[still in cyberspace after all, perhaps? or just another oddity?]

[proclaimedrival]

[speaking as someone who had little to no knowledge of cyberspace...]

Isn't it just? [he brushed some hair out of his face] Some of the naming conventions here are truly strange things.

And again, I'm sorry you had to arrive at such a point in time. If you need any help, don't hesitate to send me a message.

[amauroskia]

It is no further trouble, and I thank you for offering the information you have.

[a small smile]

Understood -- and the same holds for you, as well.