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[turbedon]

Well. That was fun. [He's had far too much practice sounding sarcastic even in his head, but he's at least keeping the fatigue out.]

Glad not to be hobbling around on geta anymore, though I got to keep the mask? What is with the Trumps and owls and me?

Anyway, is everyone okay? If we're missing someone, let me know and I'll see if I can sniff them out to double-check.

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[wholeheaded]

They're fond of owls for a few of us. And then there's me with bonus peacocks, which is more proof that Traveling is for the birds. [ very, very occasionally he misses his tail, okay. but for now they'll be flippant until things decide to get real. ]

I'm still here, and not really worse for wear. Got slightly squashed but I got better.

[turbedon]

'Squashed'?

[wholeheaded]

There was a landslide, I got a little banged up, dislocated a shoulder again. Good thing other folks can heal, I'm fine now. How are you?

[turbedon]

That's... really not good. But you got someone to look at it, that's good. [Really good. Much more turbing. He can deal with that better than 'squashed'.]

Not too bad. Less cloak and dagger and just back to the cape thing.

[switching to private for Seektrit Identities]

[wholeheaded]

It is, very good.

[ he owes Naoki a pie. or something. ]

And the cape suits. [ ha. then he switches to private. ] So when I met you in Suzuki. Was it a cover or...

[perma private]

[turbedon]

[He's quiet a moment and then responds just a bit sheepishly:] Yeah. He... always did that when he went around without his mask.

[wholeheaded]

And what was he like with his mask? [ tiny fussy sort of pause. ] If... you want to talk about it, I mean.

[turbedon]

It's fine, it wasn't me. [That's what he keeps telling himself, anyway.]

He was brutal. Efficient. Cold.

[wholeheaded]

[ that is... a familiar feel. ]

Definitely not you then. Well, maybe the efficient bit just... not in that context.