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[ The video image flickers to life, but only briefly. Through copious static and frequent blackouts, one may glimpse a young girl with blonde hair, its brightness broken by a purple headband that matches her pajamas. She seems shaken, but not confused - she's not struggling with this technology, nor does she have a bad connection. Something else is

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Hello again, Kanaya.
We're probably at a point where spoiling each other's future no longer matters.
Both here, and in the game.
I'm not sure if there's a system anymore to what allows a timeline to continue being the primary one.
But if it makes you feel any better, most of the effects of my grimdarkness have worn off.
This is what remains.

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I, for a brief period, very closely matched my brain's and wands' wavelengths with those of the Gods of the Furthest Ring. I saw one of my best friends murdered in front of me, fought a battle with a murderous dog which resulted in my death, and was catapulted into a universe that only barely resembles my own.
In short, yes, I am fine.

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I'm not convinced that it was.
Though I think you mean horribleterrible.

In any case, I'm back to normal now. Mostly.
And I can more greatly sympathize with your constant struggle to better the world of troll fashion.
A gray complexion limits a wardrobe's color palate significantly.

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All the more difficult to see any color palate whatsoever. I recommend a darker cloth.
Congratulations on your resurrection. Welcome to the land of the once-again-living. It's a populous one; I believe most of the people I know are here.
Your function I am familiar with, but your new title is perplexing. It demands further explanation.

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I'll be thankful for the lack of diversity in my and the rest of my species' blood palate, if it means protection from your nightly prowl.
How did such a transformation take place? You were alone on that meteor with your peers, I assumed, which eliminates the possibility of being bitten yourself.
Does it feel different?[ Wanting to ask how she is. ]

Text; FUCK THE THINGS, ALL OF THEM

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I don't know if I'll like the answer, but...
How, or rather, thanks to whom did you come to this conclusion?
Is vampirism genetic now? Perhaps, given the right parental combination, instead of waking to a world of bloodthirsty citizens I could have woken to a new bloodthirsty self?

The duality between our conditions is interesting, at least.
Though you haven't begun to rectify yours just yet.
Sollux would be proud.

Does that imply decreased internal body temperature?

Text; magic, what magic? We are all scientists here

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Usually I forget morons, but that one did stick in my head, yes.
He had similar tactics to my own mother, [ fuck will she ever remember to stop thinking about her ] feigning interest in the mystical while simultaneously denouncing it.
You trained him, and it backfired. I can't say I'm surprised. Please tell me he didn't cause too much damage while in wizardly fashion.

[ A smile you can almost read in the text. ]
Extra garments would be nice. Though I've lost my own dark pallor, so the color of the robes matter a little less.

My other self is rather... generous. Has she lost that much attachment for her bodily fluids?
Or is this a Bella/Bella situation I'm intruding upon?

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At least he didn't do too much damage.
I'd hate to think what we'd have thought if word of this trollian Mortal Kombat session had reached us.
Without the benefits of constant pestering from you all, our plans might all have failed miserably.
More so than they did, that is.

I could still find some particularly distasteful makeup and recreate the effect one of these days. For purely sentimental reasons.

Have you not encountered the wonder that is Twilight? It's a fascinating tome.
It's rather like two bloodthirsty insects dueling it out.
Except only one is bloodthirsty, and neither has stingers.[ Metaphor... crumbling... ]
Actually, never mind. It's not my business, nor do I particularly care.

I'd noticed the recent disappearances. It's unfortunate and I intend to look into it when I return. Try not to lose any more while I'm away.