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bruce wayne
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@ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ

PLEASE NOTE: Bruce has two inboxes.

His official user id for the network is Bruce and if you meet in person, in the unlikely event he gave you his contact details, this is the ID he would give you.

That said, his conversations on the network have largely been under the id of Wayne, as a way to keep his two identities separated.
This is the username he uses most often and he will answer replies to that handle- there just seems to be no physical person on the registry to link it to.

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[ A rolled up parchment, sealed with wax. Old-school? Sure. No markings on it, and as to the sender? 'Your friend', the vendor says with a shrug. The scroll reads as follows: ]

Dear Bruce,

surprise!

Did you think I would just disappear beneath the waters and not keep needling you with a frienship you just can't refuse? Oh how dearly I miss our conversations.

I wish I could have come to see you as the Night Market visits, but my work keeps me quite occupied, and alas, I am not the only person seeking to see some new faces.

As much as we all get along just fine, sometimes you do just tire of the same old faces, don't you? Do you feel the same about your companions in the dark, or are all their faces a constant source of comfort, like small beacons of delight and hope scattered throughout the dark?*

I hope those of my companions who have made their way to the market with Pluto this time will treat you well. If not I'll be very vexed with them. As you can imagine I'm not a woman whose ire one wishes to draw. I might be petty enough to burn an eyebrow off, and I swear I can manage not to burn the place down while doing so, Pluto, thank you very much**.

Where was I?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing letters wrong. Am I supposed to plan these out better? Maybe next time I'll try to write a draft and revise it and pass along a finished product, polished and all that. It's entirely possible that the twists and turns of my mind are only fascinating to myself and quite dull to read along with. It's a little like getting lost in a library and pulling out random books. Oh, I miss libraries. Proper ones - the old ones, with books full of brittle parchment, where you have to be careful not to damage the paper. Books that are full of old knowledge. Oh, you should have seen the Belmont archives - that is Belmont as in Trevor Belmont, I do believe I told you about that oaf of a man***. Also, I once teleported a castle and I made it land right on topo the archives. An impressive feat, if I do say so myself - but admittedly not tactically sound in hindsight. Of course, it was all to defeat the great evil living in that castle...

I do hope the boys managed when I didn't.

Anyway. More cheerful topics, we already deal with so much darkness and gloom. Have I told you about the time Trevor meant to whip a night creature, and got the whip hopelessly entangled in the branches of a tree? Ah, I had to take a break in writing this to laugh for a moment.

As for us, I know the written word can hardly replace the presence of a good friend - and obviously, that is what we are, and the one upside of not meeting in person is denying you the ability to claim otherwise. Please imagine a smiling face here. Some of the other people say you can put smiles onto messages, but I'm not sure how. Perhaps I shall just draw you something.

[ There is a small drawing next to these words. ]

So I hope this letter finds you well, and happy as can be. I miss you dearly, my good friend, and hope that the eternal gloom has not whittled your heart down.

I find myself sitting here with a mug full of hot chocolate, and when I know Pluto and the others have docked, I'll make another one and raise it in the direction of Beacon. Go on, take a break reading this, make yourself some hot chocolate, and toaste in the direction of the lake. Go on, I'll wait. You better do it, Bruce, I will know if you don't.****

There you go. This is our tradition now, yes?

Yes.

And with that I'll let you go to enjoy your drink.

I'll write to you again soon.

Keep making some good memories until then!

Sincerely,

your dear friend*****

Sypha Belnades

*Some faces I miss: Trevor and Alucard and you

**You mildly damage the station one time...

***Should you ever meet him, don't tell him I called him an oaf. But do tell him I don't appreciate him ending up here. And then find a way to alert me, so that I can complain to him directly.

****While amazing and powerful, the writer of this message might be overselling her magical powers ever so slightly

*****Miss you, Bruce!

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