I searched beyond the clouds

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[Fenris is stalking through Mayfield today, looking uncomfortable and irritable in the clothing Mayfield has provided for him. There must have been a time before he wore his armor constantly, taking it off only to clean and repair it or for sleep, but those days have been forgotten. It feels like walking around without his skin

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[buildstherobots]

Oh, you haven't been here nearly long enough to look as irritated as you do, especially not after the bullet you just dodged.

[Why, yes, Dist can tell that you are new! How? New people are the only ones who don't seem to know where they're going. Besides, there's been a flood lately, and he feels it's a safe gamble.]

[buildstherobots]

[Is that deference? Oh, it's sweet.]

They can take anything from you, memories included. They took my eye.

[That's why he can lift up his glasses and tap on it without a reaction.]

It seems to be the same amount of difficulty for them. Easy as chopping off a body part.

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That is...troubling. [And he certainly looks troubled. He'd had a vague plan forming, and this throws it into disarray. He lost all his memories once already; he won't risk that again, even if the risk might be otherwise profitable.] Perhaps you can tell me, then. Do they keep our possessions and the like at the post office? Can they be taken back by force?