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[bindsthedead]

How do I- Oh! This is Sabriel- please leave a message at the-

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[hypnotherapy]

Are you home? I have something for you.

[ When Sabriel comes outside her house, Magicman will be waiting with two colourful Spikeys, tails wagging with some eagerness, and one black and yellow virus that's significantly smaller, buzzing eagerly. ]

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[bindsthedead]

Yes, I am.

[And when Sabriel sees the Spikeys, her face lights up. She remembers the Spikeys from February, and she steps forward, patting one on the head.]

Are all of these for me?

[hypnotherapy]

They are. I figured it would be better security, if you had two. And this one - [ He indicates the buzzing, much smaller virus, that beeps when it's addressed ] - is for surveillance.

It took me a while to train them properly. But they'll respond to - and understand - your voice, at least to some degree. More than the ones I use.

[bindsthedead]

Thank you. I'll take very good care of them. [AKA take them out for regular walks, occasionally ride the Spikeys, and spoil all of them rotten.]

And I'll make use of them. You never know when something will happen here.

[hypnotherapy]

I'm sure you will. [ These viruses are like beloved pets to him. He wouldn't give them to just anyone.

It's a symbol of his trust in Sabriel, too. ]

Considering the kinds of secrets you've been digging up lately, you may need them. [ He raises his eyebrows. ] What have you gotten yourself into? [ It goes without saying that he's helping out where he can, after being given the relevant details. ]

[bindsthedead]

I'm curious. And people here seem to insist on trying to hide things they shouldn't. [Trust that Sabriel appreciates.]

Everyone's focused so much on the present, or the Porter, that they're probably missing something important in the past. I want to find it- whether it's what happened to Vaughn, or what the government was like.

[hypnotherapy]

They're so dishonest like that. [ He laughs a little; he has no room to talk. He thrives on secrets. But exposing other people's secrets are fun. ]

You're digging up the old skeletons? Well, I suppose the control of the dead is a skill that falls under your expertise...although in this case, it's a metaphor. [ He couldn't resist the shitty joke. Sorry, Sabriel. ] We can only hope we'll find what we're seeking without too much trouble, but that may be too optimistic.

[bindsthedead]

Whoever said dead men tell no tales never met a necromancer. [It's not like her own jokes are much better sometimes.] We'll probably face some resistance- unless everyone involved is already dead.

I think we'll find enemies- but also allies. More than just imPorts opposed the government of that era, and Vaughn's death lead to his fiance actually making a dent in Maurtia Falls crime rate.