Rizel smiled to herself as she saw in her mind's eye Vincent's distress, all too audible in his voice. She sighed regretfully before sending her words.<br/><br/><i>Boredom mayhaps... Or currents of energy that intertwine us all. You can decide.<br/>
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And is that really how you greet the only celestial willing to talk to you any more? Especially one offering assistance to your deviations?<br/>
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Right Kramsher? Tell your master he's being silly.<br/>
</i><br/>She sat up in her lounge chair and turned as though she were seeing the pair of unlikely companions, even though she could not. It was a habit of hers when speaking telepathically, her movement involuntary out of habit. She adjusted the over sized shades sitting neatly on her nose before laying back down, her eyes wandering the cloudless forlorn skies.<br/><br/><i>Tsk tsk tsk. Look at you, poor thing. Can't even light a cigarette without having a meltdown.<br/>
</i><br/>Her eye twitched as she felt the ache of his ailments faintly. The stubborn fool needed more help than he realized. Or perhaps he did and refused it, as the fool he was. She gently smoothed out the light shawl draped over her shoulders and whisked strands of hair out of her face before answering.<br/><br/><i>Like I said, I'm offering you my help. Or do you not pay attention any more? No wonder you're failing.<br/>
</i><br/>If he refused her as he was more likely to do, she would simply have to be annoyingly persistent as was her nature which she was certain he knew. At least when she wanted something, and this certainly was something she more than wanted. It was a necessity. She could feel the tension in cosmic energy building and she needed to keep a closer watch.