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[You are greeted with the sound of randomly disrupted static, at the end of which three melodic beeping signals are heard. Yep, that's your cue to leave a message!]

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The one on Wild City did not share my same history. I doubt this one would be the same. This one might simply be wayward in a different manner.

But truthfully, I am less worried about that and more worried about making him comfortable as he can be here. And thus you see why I have turned to you for assistance.

[Comfortable. In imeeji. Funny joke emet]

... Well, with any luck he doesn't share my pacifist views, so hopefully it will already be easier on him to be here. But don't worry, I'll do my best to support him. But make sure to check in at times as well.

[He smiles a little.]

You know, when I introduced myself to him he chose to call me Hythlodaeus over Levity. The first person to do so, apart from you and Lahabrea, of course.

[Shh. Imeeji is great. He loves it.]

Pacifist, no. Optimistic, yes.

[He thinks about it for a moment.]

Why do you think he decided that?

[The Ascians need therapy so much.]

Mm, I'm not certain. But if we are from the same world, would it not make sense for him to be drawn to the name, even if instinctively?

I hardly call the Scions by their names, but that might be due to animosity.

But ever were they large of heart. Accepting.

[.... FLICKS HIS HAIR GENTLY]

Hades, I really don't think you should try and predict the actions of others based on what you would do.

[He laughs.]

I'm only terrible a fraction of the time. Truly.

[He grins in response, that kind of smug bastard grin he gets when he's about to say something annoying.]

If you don't specify which fraction, I'll assume you mean at the very least half the time. Or three fourths of the time.

I can't give away all of life's mysteries so easily, can I?

Besides, you very know the answer already.

[He's going to pull his cheek gently.]

Why can't you?

Because you would become entirely too powerful.

Maybe I am meant to be?

[Don't mind him, he'll just start working on burying Emet's legs under the sand.]

[He just shakes his head with a laugh.]

And what would you do with this newfound power besides bury your friend in the sand?

[If Emet isn't objecting, he will just keep piling more sand on him.]

Who said I would do anything with it? Maybe I would just have it. You know I like knowing things for the sake of knowing them.

[A gossip, in other words.]

[When he shows no sign of stopping, he will bat his hands away from the burying.]

Ah. Like a busybody.

[If he's not allowed to use his hands to bury Emet, he'll just scoop up handfuls of sand and then Polarize them to Emet.]

Yes, and?

[... he should have known.]

Nothing. Just a comment on your social graces.

[You can't win, Emet. Just give up.]

I'm a pillar of society, I know.

You are a pillar of something.

[He just stares at the amassing sand until...]

Stop that.

[He's not really bothered though. It is the principal!]

I'm the pillar of everything!

[He pauses with his next sandful.]

Aww, you're dissatisfied with my work again?

More than I can hardly appreciate it if I'm too buried to see it.

What are you trying to make anyway?

A sculpture of you?

Flattered. But what would you even do with it?

Bask in its glorious presence when you are unavailable.

[He sighs.]

Can't I just get you a picture?

[How buried is he now or has the burying stopped?]

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