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Rather than a message return directly over the comlink, Paskar would be met with the familiar whisper of his employer’s telepathy.<br/>
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&lt;Bring them up. This one has a free moment to discuss availabilities.&gt;<br/>
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The Corig had settled into the form of a miasmatic cloud around the collection of monitors occupying their desk, the front of their mask tilted precariously in its bed of mist, seemingly preoccupied over the monitor scanning the dance floor of the club. Something was amiss. Ahja’nai wasn’t sure what felt off, but as time passed, there seemed to be a clear gap in the happenings and not happenings of the club. The Corig wasn’t troubled, but a curiosity of some variety squirmed to the surface of frequently placid thought processes.<br/>
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Paskar would receive a second message within the span of thirtyish seconds.<br/>
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&lt;When you have a chance, please get in contact with Daxet. Without Nova and Reyr present, this one fears her vacation may need to end sooner than expected.&gt; A pause. &lt;This one never thought they would say this, but Radius requires more exposed flesh than is currently present.&gt;</span></span><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="809" data-username="@Obscene" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/809/">@Obscene</a><a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>