{| 052 |} Accidental & Voice

[rdmcatpaw]

[The communicator was hit on by accident, the line is fairly quiet, save for a few mutterings of "should I let go" and "should I stay" before a shakey inhale of a breath which could hint that something upsetting had happened to her. She moves slightly to grab the device, intending to use its text function and notices that its on. As she speaks, her

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[consummateturk]

Hey, Cat? I was thinking about some dinner. You want some?

[rdmcatpaw]

Thank you for the offer but I already ate.

[consummateturk]

You sound like you could use some tea, are you certain you're alright?

[rdmcatpaw]

Thank you again for the offer, but I'll be all right without it.

[pimp_hat]

Would I what?

[rdmcatpaw]

[Oh geeze, Kevas...]

Would you leave them for someone else?

[Audio Locked // 10% Unhackable]

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas goes silent for a moment before locking his reply.]

Where are jah?

[This doesn't seem like something that should be said over the comms.]

[can't use locks]

[rdmcatpaw]

What?

[Audio]

[rdmcatpaw]

Ah, just... a small issue, that's all.

[Audio]

[rdmcatpaw]

Not at all, I was to be wed.

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[scarredpalms]

[Cyrus heard the earlier replies and he has an idea of what's going on. Whether he'll be able to help her is something completely out of his prediction.

But he doesn't bother with asking where she is or if he can come see her; instead, he heads right to deck thirteen.]

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[rdmcatpaw]

[Cat's far back in the fields, asleep on top of her coat bed she had been using for the last few weeks. Even though she's covered by a 'blanket', she's wearing a yellow sun-dress with the black wrap piece. She doesn't look to be in the best of states as she sleeps.]

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[scarredpalms]

[Cyrus spots her from a good distance away and he approaches. Then, quietly, he sits next to Catpaw in the flowers.

But he doesn't say anything just yet. She seems tired.]

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[rdmcatpaw]

[The noise of him sitting down causes an ear to twitch and a slight shift under the coat. There's a bit of a mumble from her, thinking she was back in Vana'Diel.]

...still... too early to go... adventurin'... undead may be out for a little longer...

[chopshopgoddess]

Would we...?

[rdmcatpaw]

Would you give them up for someone else?

[chopshopgoddess]

Oh, I -

[Mikaela's voice breaks a little.]

I kind of...did.

[rdmcatpaw]

Oh... I'm sorry to hear.