061314-Beau-Ryspor

 -- gregar1ousTroubadour [GT] began pestering chessAficionado [CA] at 20:26 --

 GT: ~Beav, are yov receiving thiʃ?~

 CA: Yes...

 GT: ~Qvickly, tell me ʃomething abovt yovr cvrrent ʃitvation. Anything will do.~

 CA: Me and Nate are looking for Doir, Nate broke his arm...

 GT: ~How did that happen?~

 CA: He started punching a wall really hard...

 GT: ~That'ʃ not good. Yov may need hiʃ fighting ʃkill in the tvnnelʃ.~

 CA: I still have medicine from when Sami broke her leg...

 GT: ~Oh, excellent.~

 GT: ~I...I ʃpoke to Doir jvʃt now, incidentally.~

 CA: Oh?...

 CA: How's he?...

 GT: ~...In a bad way.~

 CA: ph my...

 CA: *oh...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: what happened?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~He'ʃ imbibed qvite a bit of alcohol, and iʃ ʃitting in a tvnnel ʃomewhere having a party with ʃome rockʃ from what I can gather.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~...I think he thinkʃ yov're all dead.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: ...oh...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: We'll have to find him quicker than I thought...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Agreed. He haʃ Everclear, whatever that iʃ. I aʃʃvme a fairly ʃtrong alcoholic beverage.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~He may intend to kill himʃelf.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Everclear is a drink you use in mixes, you definetly don't drink it straight...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~He had an entire bottle.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I'm not ʃvre if he drank any, bvt he haʃ one in hiʃ poʃeʃʃion.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: ooh fuck...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Indeed.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Pleaʃe hvrry. I tried to talk him ovt of it, bvt it appearʃ he'ʃ ʃtill experiencing connectivity iʃʃveʃ, ʃo I waʃ vnable to inform him yov were alive.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Geeze...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: whatever was stopping us must be lingering around him...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~That ʃeemʃ likely. I'd remain on yovr gvard if I were yov.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Yes, trust me I'm not gonna be caught of guard down here...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: did I mention that it's a possibility that Cetus will eat us?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Cetvʃ?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"><span style="color:rgb(145,145,145);">CA: It's apparantly some creature that the queen said could give us ths psychopomp...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~A pʃychopomp? Why wovld that be neceʃʃary to yovr qveʃt?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: It's a magic (surprise surprise) scythe that is used by the reaper (me) to judge the consorts of this world...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~That...iʃ an appropriate name, I ʃvppoʃe. ʃtill, I feel from the name that thiʃ 'jvdging' may not be what yov believe it to be.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: oh?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~A pʃychopomp iʃ ʃimilar to a medivm, in that they can both commvne with ʃpiritʃ and, on occaʃion, allow themʃelveʃ to be poʃʃeʃʃed by them.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: oh hold on, my bad, it was called the BLADE of psychopomp...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~However, a pʃychopomp'ʃ job iʃ primarily to gvide ʃpiritʃ to their eternal reʃt, aʃ oppoʃed to aiding them in delivering meʃʃageʃ to the world of the living.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Well yes, I'm supposed to destroy the fools, or the bugs...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Ah. It Iʃ the ʃort of 'jvdging' yov were thinking of, then.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Perhaps?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Maybe there will be a DRAMATIC TWIST...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~More dramatic than thiʃ, yov mean?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Surprise, I was the one being judged the whole time...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Well, obviovʃly. With a qveʃt ʃtrvctvre ʃvch aʃ thiʃ, I'm ʃvrpriʃed that iʃn't already a given.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Say...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: What was in my temple room again?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~"Thoʃe who feared freedom, and ʃo ʃovght to be ʃlaveʃ."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Anything else? I recall you saying something about mosiacs...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~There waʃ no moʃaic in yovr room aʃ far aʃ I covld tell. There were very few moʃaicʃ altogether, really. I'm vnʃvre of the ʃignificance, thovgh jvdging by the moʃaicʃ that were viʃible, it likely haʃ to do with ovr Landʃ.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Hm...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Ryspor I may just have to fly myself to your land and check this out...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: It's a very interesting source of info...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Well, yov're welcome to come after we ʃort ovt thiʃ tvnnel bvʃineʃʃ. I'd like to go back there myʃelf, actvally, and explore it a bit more thorovghly.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I do wonder what I'm supposed to DO when I get this blade though...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: like...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I get the scythe then what?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Kill thingʃ, I aʃʃvme. Perhapʃ there'ʃ a 'life force' deciʃion ʃetvp? That ʃeemʃ the moʃt ʃtreamlined method of doing thiʃ, and will ʃave a lot of trovble.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I could only hope to be that lucky...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Really, I think it'ʃ the moʃt likely option. It wovld add a nice tovch of ʃymboliʃm aʃ well, and thiʃ way yov'll likely be allowed to keep the blade.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I'd love to have the code if yov do end vp keeping it, incidentally.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: *intense squint*...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~What? What did I ʃay?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Nothing, I simply found it a bit peculiar...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Like, why do you want it?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~...To make new weaponry? Why elʃe wovld I want it?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I don't know, these tunnels have just made me a tad paranoid, apologies...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Not a problem, I vnderʃtand entirely.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: God, with Doir missing and Sami... gone... this is going to be a hard trial...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I'll help aʃ beʃt I can, worry not.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Oh, another thing, how goes your aspect training?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Vnfortvnately ʃidetracked by recent happeningʃ. I hope to take ʃome time to teʃt my limitʃ once firmly ʃitvated on the aʃtrolabe, however.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I have been trying to test the limits of my powers as well...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: and I never knew how amazing it was to weaponize luck...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Oh? Do tell.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: if I can manage it, I can manipulate the probablilty in a situation to my advantage...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Say you just happened to trip on untied shoelaces just before you could attack me...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Ooh, that ʃeemʃ handy. ʃeriad'ʃ powerʃ are ʃomewhat ʃimilar, I believe, thovgh far ʃhe'ʃ only been able to booʃt otherʃ' lvck.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Seriad is also a Sylph, so her powers are more centered around passive boosting and healing I believe...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Yeʃ, that likely contribvteʃ to it. I wonder if Libby'ʃ library haʃ any information on the different claʃʃeʃ and aʃpectʃ. It wovld be faʃcinating to reʃearch.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Well, we'll have to save her first then...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: How goes your planning on that front anyway?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~It'ʃ...coming along. I've recently diʃcovered ʃome promiʃing literatvre, which I hope to read when I have the time.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Oh?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: That definetly sounds good...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Indeed. I diʃcovered it dvring a foray into Libby'ʃ room, along with a ʃtrange, floating, robotic eyeball which I have yet to determine the origin of.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Is Libby a super wild guess?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~It covld be her. I'm not abovt to diʃcovnt the poʃʃibility. It appearʃ to be incapable of ʃpeech, however, and before I covld qveʃtion it more I...fell aʃleep again, I believe.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Ah...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~It'ʃ...fvzzy, for ʃome reaʃon.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Oh my...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: That doesn't sound good...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~It'ʃ likely nothing, don't worry. I've been fairly rvn down aʃ of late. I likely fell aʃleep withovt noticing, that'ʃ all.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I don't want to be TOO Doir but suddenly falling asleep and having fuzzy memories is never a good sign like have you never seen a sci-fi movie...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~We're not in a ʃci-fi movie, thovgh.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~And Doir'ʃ 'gender-ʃavvineʃʃ' haʃ come in handy a few timeʃ, don't forget.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: ...do you mean genre?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Oh dear goodneʃʃ, yeʃ. I don't know where THAT particvlar ʃpelling error came from.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: You know, there was this human nammed Sigmund Freud...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Well, he did a study on seemingly trivial, bizarre, or nonsensical errors and slips...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: It's when there's an error in speech that was caused by interferece from the unconscious...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: It reveals a "source outside of speech" and is called a Freudian Slip...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Oh? How, how intereʃting.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Yes, I simply found in funny, because that typo could and probaby would be interpretd y most psychologists as a Freudian Slip...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~What EXACTLY are yov ʃvggeʃting here?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Well let me put it this way...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Often times, when one spends a long time with another person, a bond is created, and as they spend more time with each other, the closeness between the two may sprout into something more romantic...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Wh~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~What on EARTH wovld~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~DOIR?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Well yes, you two spend an awfully large ammount of time together...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~DOIR.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Yes...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~And ME.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: That is what I'm suggesting...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Doir and me.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Affirmative...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Red.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Yep...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Doir and me, red...~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: mhm...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: oh god

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: oh god oh god oh GOD BEAU

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: hm?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: DOIR AND ME RED

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Ryspor...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Pardon my french...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: But you're sort of repeating the same fucking thing over and over...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: what if that's what i want

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Fair enough...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: you need to help the idea from your unconscious to your conscious...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: i thought it was pale, the caring, and wanting to wrap him up and stop him hurting and cuddling is nice, that's a normal, pale thing, everyone does that

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: And I thought I simply wanted to protect Sami...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: what made you realize

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: That I liked Sami?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: yes

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Well, I believe it was sometime during the first world, while we were speaking to Kate's denezin...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Sami had a broken leg and I was tasked with taking care of her...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I knew I didn't really mind, but I thought I just wanted to take care of her...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: but, as I took care of her... I realized it was more than that...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I wanted to protect her forever, to make sure she would always be happy...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Sure did a nice fucking job on that one...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Oh, Beav. It'ʃ not yovr favlt.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Yes it is...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I was supposed to stay with her...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Instead I left her behind and now...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Yov covldn't know, Beav. Yov ʃhovldn't blame yovrʃelf for eventʃ ovt of yovr control.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: But it wasn't out of my control...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I should have been stronger... If I had kept the light up longer, or stuck close to her...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: but that doesn't matter right now, you need to talk to Doir...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: no i don't why would i need to do that

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: He deserves to know how you feel...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: If you keep it locked up inside, you'll only regret it...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: we are JUST BESTIES

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Ryspor...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: even I can see what you're feeling...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: i'm quite sure i don't know what you mean

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: GT: i thought it was pale, the caring, and wanting to wrap him up and stop him hurting and cuddling is nice, that's a normal, pale thing, everyone does that...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: GT: i thought it was pale...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: *thought* it was *pale*...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: unclear phrasing

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Ryspor, I know all of the excuses...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I've been in your exact position...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: no

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Yes...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Ryspor do I need to show you the exact pesterlog where someone else asked about my crush?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: no

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Because I acted the exact same way...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: no no no no no NO

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: WE'RE JUST BESTIES

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: I WAS HIS *MOIRAIL*

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Ryspor it's very common for feelings like moirailigence to drift from pale to the red quadrant...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: how would YOU know

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: even if it's true HOW WOULD YOU KNOW

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Because, if we go bytroll terminology, it's very possible Sami could have been my 'moirail'...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Ryspor it isn't healthy to deny your feelings...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: i

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: what am i supposed to DO

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Tell him?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: are you INSANE

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Well maybe later because you shouldn't do it while he's drunk off his mind but still...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~The qveʃtion ʃtandʃ.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I know it's scary, but it's what you have to do...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I don't know if I CAN.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: if you want, I can help you...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~NO~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~No, I.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I have to do thiʃ.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Oh GOD, Beav.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I'm glad you're taking responsibility...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Thiʃ iʃ a TERRIBLE IDEA.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: No, it's a great one...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~He won't feel the ʃame.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: And?...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: If he feels the same, crongrats it's a red relationship...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: if he douesn't, and he's truly your BESTIE...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: then you can both move on from it and continue being friends...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~All right, yeʃ.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Yeʃ, thiʃ iʃ fine.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I'm fine.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I'm sure you can do this...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I'm ʃvre aʃ well.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Obviovʃly.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I'm glad I could help...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~I aʃ well.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Yov do keep aiding me in my romantic pvrʃvitʃ, do yov not?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: It's not my fault you keep ending up in red crushes without even realizing it...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~3=>:/~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: You'll feel better Ryspor, I'm sure...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~...I only hope yov're correct.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~...I ʃhovld go. Pleaʃe find him qvickly.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Good luck Ryspor...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: I'll do my best...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Thank yov.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Farewell...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> GT: ~Farewell, Beav.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> -- gregar1ousTroubadour [GT] ceased pestering chessAficionado [CA] at 23:32 --