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[bindsthedead]

-Is this working? I hope it is. [The words are have muttered, since Sabriel's speaking to herself. Then she takes a deep breath, and speaks, her words much clearer as she's now speaking into the microphone. Her tone is also a lot more formal.]

Greetings. My name is Sabriel, and I'm a recent arrival here- I'd like to do my best to help, so if anyone has need of me, I will do my best to help. I have some skill in Charter magic and swordplay and I- [Sabriel almost says 'I'm a necromancer' but thinks better of it- best to avoid misunderstandings.] I have training in dealing with the restless Dead.

Also, I understand that a creature from my world is here. His name is Mogget, and I would like to find him as soon as possible. [And Sabriel's tone abruptly changes. The formality fades, and her voice becomes more urgent.]

And for everyone's sake, don't try to remove his collar!

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[lingeringfear]

Well, seems like we're late to the party.

[Fear's humor is as dry as ever, but at least he's relatively unscathed. The feed shows him at Rage's temple, leaning back against one of the pillars, disheveled but not obviously hurt. Behind him (some distance behind him, as if any further closeness will scald her), Rage simmers- figuratively and literally it seems, with the tips of her blood-red hair dissolving into wisps of smoke floating against gravity, as if she were underwater.]

Too bad we didn't merit a rescue mission, but I guess all's well that ends well, right Rage?

[There's a pause in which it seems like she might actually behead him, but all she does is tilt her chin upward regally, more a queen now than the sulking goddess she'd been earlier.]

I should have left you where I found you, [is all she says, and Fear chuckles a little awkwardly.]

Yes, well- we probably should have used my power to move the city, too. But hey, now that we're here, I think a small celebration is in order, don't you think?

[He's asking her but she doesn't seem to find it worthy of a verbal response. All Rage does is stare at him for a moment or two- just long enough to make him squirm- before nodding once.]

Now get out of my temple.

Right, on my way, glad you're not dead-

[Fear offers one final cheeky eyeroll to the camera as he hustles out there and the feed switches off.]