✘ Round 4 | [Audio]

[glacius]

[It's time for someone who rarely accesses the network to rear his head again, driven to desperation as the days have ticked by and he's failed to find even a trace of one of his closest friends. That being said when Glacius speaks there's an uncharacteristic urgency tinting his voice, worry bubbling just underneath the surface.] Kate Galloway. Has--has anyone seen or heard from her recently?

[Realizing that in his haste to get to the point he's left out some details, he dials it back a bit:] She's, ah, a human woman. Brightly-colored hair. Worked at the clinic, primarily. I... haven't seen a trace of her ever since the masquerade and...

... Please. [His voice finally wavers noticeably, resignation clashing up against his innate tendency to hope again hope. This can't be how it goes.] I need someone to tell me she's still here.

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[leashed]

[It takes him a few minutes before he catches wind of the most recent scent of hers, a trail that takes him away from the clinic. Rome lets out a low woof under his breath to catch Glacius' attention, before trotting off down the path, sniffing carefully at the ground.

He's not paying much attention to where he's going, so it's a surprise to him when they end up at the Colosseum, where there had recently been the ball held by Sorrow. Rome's nose presses into the dirt path leading up to it and he turns back to his icy companion, his head tilted curiously before moving forward again.

This was one of the last places. There isn't much after this, he thinks.]