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A little over a month had passed. Occasionally, there'd be word from inside Arcadia. Occasionally, there'd be more deliveries of food. But the uneasy peace was doomed from the start, and at least some people knew that.
Eventually the message comes. Something has been found. Something that Copy X wants to speak to them in person about, but he can't leave the city at the time. He thinks Weil is suspicious and would take advantage of any absence. But he can give them access codes to an area of Arcadia away from the human residential sections, where they can meet...
Eventually the message comes. Something has been found. Something that Copy X wants to speak to them in person about, but he can't leave the city at the time. He thinks Weil is suspicious and would take advantage of any absence. But he can give them access codes to an area of Arcadia away from the human residential sections, where they can meet...
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12/1/12 02:22 (UTC)Gospel tilts his head curiously at Cuddles, but isn't getting any closer. It's obvious from a distance there won't be anything learned from sniffing it.
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12/1/12 02:48 (UTC)"Maaaag," says Cuddles, giving Heat an affectionate nuzzle.
Heat sighs and relents. "Well, I need to talk to Bubble anyway, so I guess... why does Gate want to scan me?"
"He doesn't, yet," says Zero. "We need more info on your heat resistance. It's kind of a long story and maybe I'll tell you someday, but we don't have time for it all now."
Heat just nods, which causes his lid to fall down.