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[pearlstrings]

bruce wayne @ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ @ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ audio & text

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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@riku; voice

[equinoctials]

[ Softly: ] Hey. If you're listening to this, good morning.

Knowing you, you'll want to know what happened right when you wake up. Maybe Jason will beat me to this. To say he's protective of you is putting it lightly.

[ He cuts to the chase: ]

The minute people started eating at the feast they started losing consciousness. I couldn't even tell you if it was drugged because we were attacked right away. We didn't have time.
Spirits. Different from our usual. Wilder. Some of the green eyed ones too, the ones who can cause you to hallucinate, they were on us before we could understand what had happened to you.

Those of us who could still fight grabbed whoever we could and tried to find somewhere to hide. Vanitas and Jason took you somewhere safe. If you wake up, be careful venturing out. These guys aren't pulling any punches. We've lost people.

[ Riku seems like he could say something else. Instead, he breathes out quietly. ]

...I hope you wake up to something better than what's going on right now.

@wayne | voice

[pearlstrings]

[The surroundings are familiar, but they're also not where he last remembers standing, or where he was so convinced he'd been. Riku's voice is the first thing he hears as his eyes begun to open, as his vision focuses on the ceiling overhead.

He sits up slow, aware if the strange stiffness in his limbs first. Aware of the disused quality of his voice second.

He prioritizes.]

Who have we lost?

[equinoctials]

[ The hurried hush to his voice, thankfully, doesn't betray Riku's scramble for his tablet when he heard a response. ]

Bruce.

[ He's not answering that question just yet, Riku has priorities, too. ]

Are you ok? How do you feel?

[pearlstrings]

Stiff. [This part of the answer comes readily. A beat passes and Bruce experimentally curls his toes, begins testing the muscle in his legs and stomach by tightening them. It's a disquieting experience, to feel his body's resistance.

How long has it been?

The word isn't hissed, but it comes out with through his teeth. A breath.]

Confused.

[It doesn't matter, there are more important things.]

Where are you?
Are you hurt?

[equinoctials]

You've been out for two weeks.

[ If Bruce is awake, then perhaps...

After this, he'll need to go to the floor below, check on their other slumbering friends and see if any of them have been roused from their unusually stubborn unconsciousness. ]

The spirits were reading the network. If I tell you where I am, that might put the others in danger if any are still around.

Our supplies are low, was on my way out. I can come to you.

[pearlstrings]

[Reasonable.

Bruce tests his fingers, curling them into his palms and squeezing, before pressing his hands against the ground and carefully leering himself up. The muscle in his back feels tight, in the same way it does everywhere else, and he stays there for a moment just to gather his bearings.

Two weeks. The breath comes out of him in a low gust.]

I see.

[He recognizes his surroundings readily enough and that begs the question: where are the others? How many others are there?

The Invincible perhaps, defensible or not most people here are human and humans are creatures of habit. They'll want to stay near the familiar. The armoury sounds like a reasonable choice simply from a pragmatic stand point, but Bruce knows how often instinct supercedes pragmatism.]

Take your time.
I know you have priorities. I'll be fine.

OOPS actually all of this was text not voice because Stuff Happened

[equinoctials]

[ Riku opens his mouth to argue - that Bruce is a priority - but that's the thing about honest statements like that, they're hard for him to articulate. ]

One of the stops I'm making is at the general store.
I'll call back if I don't run into trouble. I need to speak with you about something.

[pearlstrings]

[The pause is just long enough for Bruce to check the network, to see the one thing that could spur him into motion like nothing else. His stomach clenches first. And then his throat.]

I'm on my way out.

[equinoctials]

[ Bruce can be blunt but he's only known him to do so when he's got something else, something more urgent, weighing on him. But there are people downstairs and before he goes, Riku should look in on them.

Unsettled, Riku goes downstairs to check on the now not so unconscious people in his, Prompto's, and Quentin's care. There isn't much he can do or say that he doesn't have to take the time to type out.

So he asks them to take their time, to eat and drink something, and share their experiences.

Then he sets out, cautiously. Overly cautiously, he finds, when the paths are suspiciously empty and no spirits are prowling the bridges, the square. No malice darkens the air with its stink. His throat hurts and Riku resists the urge to clear it, or to reach for the gauze around his neck. Eventually, pressing his back into the alcove at the entrance to the church, he sends another message: ]

Robin was right, the spirits seem to have left for now.
Where are you?

[pearlstrings]

[Bruce will not be answering, because he is no longer checking his tablet. He's doing other things instead. :( ]