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Zap your mojo? What year does this guy think it is, 1973? Well, it wouldn't hurt to have someone following behind you. Especially since there's one certain ARCHIVE room you want to investigate.
Sure, you have a gun, a funny knife-spear-makeshift weapon thing, and some weird glasses. Edward's an ETF agent who probably saw lots of anomalies during his career, and he's still ALIVE!
"Fine. Ed, you're coming with me."
"Nice. I'd drink to that." Edward reaches down to grab something from his belt. You can barely make it out through the smog but you think it's a flask?
He takes a quick swig from his flask. "Ah. That's the good stuff. You want some?" He offers the flask to you.
"No, uh, I got to work later." You do NOT trust whatever's inside that mystery flask.
"Fair!" He puts away the flask. "See ya later, Moxxie, Monny. I'm gonna hang out with this guy for a while."
"See-You-Soon!" You detect a trace of envy in her heavily modulated voice.
"It is imperative that I warn you, Vincent, about that man. He is an expert of chicanery, legerdemain and deceit. Do not let thine ears be honeyed by his sickly sweet words." You can't tell if Moxxie is being serious or if it's her poor attempt at a joke.
"Ahhh, don't listen to 'er. C'mon, let's go." He gestures at you to follow him outside. You eagerly accept his offer to get the hell out of here.
You're back outside, where the walls and ceiling are caked in the faint residue of your own product: Cigarette Mold. Well, it's a product left behind by another researcher, but semantics.
"So, how are people liking my product?" You point towards the brown residue on the floor.
"The mold, yeah?" Edward's gaze briefly snaps towards the residue. "I don't smoke that stuff myself. Tried it once and it tasted like piss, man."
Edward recoils as he remembers the taste of the cigarette mold. "You should really work on that."
"But, ARC's been giving it to a LOT of my brothers in blue. It's very popular, actually, just not with me."
"No wonder why that place was 80% smoke by volume." You dust off the thin layer of ash covering your suit. "Augh."
"Yeahhhh. Job's pretty stressful. We all have our vices, man." Edward taps at the flask hanging off his belt. "So, Mr. Cigarette Man, before we go anywhere? Catch." Something is rapidly flying towards your face. Your vine immediately reacts, launching out of your hand to ensnare whatever he threw at you.
Edward's eyes briefly widen with shock but he rapidly regains his composure. "Huh, so it wasn't just a flower, eh?"
"Nope." The vine recedes back into your arm, leaving behind the object he threw at you. It's a CD case. "Oh, you actually- I forgot about this.
"Mmh hmm. Two discs are in there. Monifa burnt them herself. There should be four songs split between the two of 'em."
>ROCK/METAL SONG DISCS obtained! (Useful for appeasing 199X.)
"Thank you." You throw the case into your satchel. "So, I got two places I gotta stop by. LOST and FOUND's the first one."
