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[darkeyed]

_{[It's rare to see the owner of this un opt for the network over saying whatever he needs to say in person, but in this particular case, he can't go around asking everyone...]}

Has anyone seen Riku? Guy with silver hair. You can't miss him.

Let me know, thanks.

_{[Quick and to the point. But then in a perfect world this would be a quick and to the point mystery solved.]}


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_{(OOC: After this thread, M.K. has taken pictures of Bruce's texts and posted them below his original message. Oho, you thought he hadn't learned his lesson about making copies of important documents, but he did.)}

Someone here has an idea of where he is and is hellbent on hiding it from the rest of us. If you have a way to track someone down, use it.

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[scarsolderthanyou]

That's the only way I'm going to get a scent, probably. So yeah. Just tell me where you want me.

[darkeyed]

_{[He appreciates the willingness to get down to brass tacks. The sooner, the better. He responds in kind, providing the sort of generic rendezvous point that won't draw many conclusions one way or another if any... less than savory types should prove able to read this. They can start from there.]}

Meet me in the square. I'll be easy to find.

_{[And so he is. Stone won't find many young men waiting at attention holding a lit torch--none, actually, who look nearly so tense with suppressed agitation. He's never been good at standing still, even when his impatience wasn't on behalf of someone else.]}

=> action!

[scarsolderthanyou]

[And the man who comes wandering up matches the voice: old. He's very tall, kind of spindly, and completely colorless but for bright blue eyes.

He holds up a hand to wave a little at him.]

I'm Stone. Are you that jumble of letters I couldn't read?

[darkeyed]

<sub>[Stone. Like the name on the network replies. Normally, M.K. isn't above judging a book by its cover--or at least thoroughly assessing it. Life expectancy is not high in the Badlands; between the lawlessness for communities outside the barons' protection and the back-breaking labor under the barons' protection, few cogs or clippers would live to see a man like Stone's age, unless allowed to retire comfortably like Waldo.

And he is--old. And thin. Not the build of a warrior, not by a long shot. But this is not about sizing up a potential opponent and passing judgement.

If this old man really does have skills that can help, then by all means.]</sub>

M.K.

_{[Another set of jumbled letters, just... in a shorter sequence. He stops the pacing he's been doing in place, nodding in acknowledgement.]}

I didn't want to give away too much over the network. It's not safe to talk on there.

_{[And doubly so now, with a correspondent having popped up on his post that had fired up all his worst suspicions.]}

[scarsolderthanyou]

[This is about finding your friend, M.K., don't judge the alien before you've seen what he can do. He shrugs at the warning about the network. Not that he's got anything he considers secret enough to really worry about. He doesn't know that any of this even really counts.]

All right. So where are we going for me to get a scent?