— hedronCrab [HC] began partying with brilliantKatabasis [BK]at 20:40 —
HC: BK I know you probably just spaced out watching children’s cartoons again and lost track of time so I figured I’d just,
HC: you know,
HC: let YOU know you should maybe start heading over?
HC: There are definitely elves here that need to be thrashed and Brill I’m trying as hard as I can I’m talking turn four twincasted counterspells but John Marston is hemorrhaging eldritch bastards like a copy of the Silmarillion dropped in the bath.
HC: If only I knew someone who could cast Day of Judgement, efficiently wiping the board of Galadriel’s entire genealogy.
HC: How unfortunate that none of my friends are cool and temerarious enough.
HC: To perform such a feat.
HC:
HC: Brill? Are you there?
HC:
HC:
HC: This is Hotel Charlie to Bravo Kilo, requesting status report at your earliest convenience.
HC:
HC: Over.
HC: I guess.
— hedronCrab [HC] ceased partying with brilliantKatabasis [BK]20:45 —
You hope things haven’t gotten out of hand on his end. That’s the problem with devil-may-care attitudes:
He usually does. And he isn’t shy about showing it.
BRILL can only handle himself about half as well as he thinks he can. Which, granted, IS STILL A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT OF THAT NEBULOUS STATISTIC, just not an amount appropriate enough to assuage your concern.
You remind yourself that for THE FIVE PRAETORS OF NEW PHYREXIA’S SAKE, it’s 2018 not 2014! No one’s been mortally imperilled outside the NARRATIVES for months, and even if they were well-
They always come back.
Five more minutes. Then you’ll drag him here yourself, if you have to.