Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-25686329-20160602173523

The Yankee nodded his own acknowledgement to the frenchman (followed by a quick "How's it going"), but a buzz brought him back to his device. He glanced down.

The obnoxious guy with an accent that was far too heavy to be fake was playing music, but the words on the screen blocked out all other concerns, sights, or sounds. An unlisted number on the screen spelled out the words:

'The trouble maker element is afoot. I take it I was missed?'

The Yankee froze, eyes widening even as his brow furrowed. What kind of a twisted joke was this? Whatever it was, it was in very poor taste.

'Who is this? 'The Yankee shot back.

'Oh, come now, you can't honestly say you don't remember me. You've been invaluable as a companion, on occaison. We played paintball together, not to mention I bought you tea, that one time. 'Came the response a few moments later. 'Enjoying the Dead Epics meeting? I've been dead once before. It was very liberating.'

The Yankee's eye flicked upwards, and his head swiveled around the room, even out the window briefly. Everybody was in full view, nobody appeared to be on a device. The courtyard below was empty.

With few else to lock eyes with, his own bored into Icarus, distressed, confused, but not saying anything.