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"Just wanted to talk to you. See if there's anything you might know."
"We're busy tracking down some Foxtrots!"
That perks Benedict's interest. "LIKE OTTO. HMM. I have BEEN KEEPING in contact with HIM lately. PLEASANT man when he is not SOMEONE I WISH TO GUT ALIVE."
"Huh. You talk to him?"
"INDEED. ADAM said it is NOT GOOD for my SOUL to be isolated. I happen TO AGREE with HIM. <span class="mu-s">THE SOUL SHOULD BE NURTURED</span> if it is to HEAL."
"Exactly! To nurture connections between your fellow knights is truly a heroic action! God bless, Benedict. God bless."
"I LIKE YOUR FUNNY WORDS, MAGIC GIRL."
"WHICH ones are you SEARCHING FOR?"
"Just a Priest by Gabriel and some musician by Fang."
An odd snort comes out of Benedict. "BLOOD has a BAD HABIT of losing track of its origin. Yet, it inexorably ties you to OTHERS. Whether you are PERFECT-" He clears his throat. "Whether you are GOOD or BAD, BLOOD ties you to a GREATER UNITY of PEOPLE."
It takes a second for both of you to parse the cryptic half-anomaly's speech.
"Are you saying Fang doesn't know she's a Foxtrot?" "A great union of people...I like your funny words, magic man."
"<span class="mu-b">Correct.</span> Be gentle. Not knowing your blood may be safer. Safer. As for the PRIEST." Benedict pauses for an awkwardly long period of time. You almost thought you lost connection for a second but he continues speaking.
"<span class="mu-b">You're nearby.</span> Your <span class="mu-b">location</span> isn't the right one. You're close. His holiness stinks of lemons and wax. Follow that stench. <span class="mu-b">Be careful, he is borderline. Like I am constantly am am am.</span>"
The signal is about to fully crap out. "O-One last THING Thin Thing. I saw a strange man out here in the desert. A man in an orange suit, navy blue tie. Mid 50s." That sounds like your Mystery CEO. "He was staring up at the sky with a funny telescope. Holding a radio like the one-one I imagine you have."
<span class="mu-b">"He was trying to speak to the sky."</span>
"That is all-" "Hey! Benedict! We got a giant scorpion for you to cook!" "I'll be on my way."
"Save me a piece for later! Scorpion jerky sounds yummy!" Is Casey actually drooling right now???
The radio goes quiet after that cryptic line.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] You recall uncovering another mystery involving the 'sky'. Y-Corp has a hidden space colony up there, in case the City goes tits up.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] He seems to be interested in you partially because of that. Interesting. One step closer.
"We should probably get moving, huh?"
"Indeed! We shall chase after the Priest henceforth!"
Good talk, good talk. You put away your radio, ready to continue on your travels. You and Casey rejoin with the others right as Max is showing off a cool party trick to the others.
She has liquified the middle of both of her palms and, to pass the time, your crew has been stuffing random things into her hands. Rocks, spent bullets, pills, you name it. Just random garbage floating in her liquified palms.
Whatever it takes to pass time.
