rsdos Private Network

[chatwithdeath]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, WEAVER. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 017.12.136.45 *** WEAVER has joined 017.12.136.45 <Weaver> This channel is for private messaging purposes. <Weaver> I will check in occasionally to see who has contacted me. <Weaver> Otherwise, I'll speak to you on the network unless herald to this private line. Do not abuse it.

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<Agent>

[littlemii]

And when were you going to call me about this?

[She doesn't need to. You're a good dog.]

I won't be able to teleport him in that case.

<Weaver>

[chatwithdeath]

We're typing now, aren't we? You're good at catching on like that.

[Haha ah...]

There's no need. However, some fire will help discourage the hospital from attempting to digest us again.

<Agent>

[littlemii]

[From everything she tells him, he's glad to be getting closer.]

Is it completely sentient? Or moving from instinct?

I'll be there in a few minutes.

<Weaver>

[chatwithdeath]

Instinct.

Try cutting that in half if possible.

[Oh no you don't you're not taking her computer, wall.]

<Agent>

[littlemii]

[Groan.]

I can't fly faster than this!

<Weaver>

[chatwithdeath]

Then I may have to hang up.

<Agent> --> Action

[littlemii]

I'll be right there Doctor.

[Maybe hanging up might be best if he's going to arrive there on this ridiculous amount of time.

Which he does a short bit later. Out of breath, the fire in his eyes a little less bright than usual. This took a lot of constant power.]

This place is a mess.

Action

[chatwithdeath]

[She doesn't answer; she's preoccupied.]

[When he arrives, she's ripping out her laptop from the wall, pincers curling back under her dress. There is indeed a human sitting on her abdomen, but it looks like the wall was retreating for now.]

You're telling me.