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[eventhandler]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ROYCE BRACKET. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 012.04.314.42 *** ROYCE BRACKET has joined 012.04.314.42 <BRACKET> so this is how it works! <BRACKET> exciting times! exciting times. <BRACKET> encrypted channel so go on, put it in writing, live a little!

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<bracket>

[eventhandler]

this is he. who is this?

<nobody>

[n_ll]

breach()

[...yeah, how else is he going to identify himself in a way royce would know?]

<bracket>

[eventhandler]

[It takes him a moment to recall - he didn't see the Transistor after it went and poofed along with Red, and Breach() wasn't a function he had known of before that time. However, not to worry - the process of elimination helps incredibly:]

well there is only two other functions besides that here and they are crash() and help() so i believe i know exactly who you are, yes! breach breach breach a very...suitable word? for you, somehow, very suitable, though function names generally are.

and to what occasion or problem or event do i owe this?

<nobody>

[n_ll]

[What the hell does that ramble mean? It takes him a second to remember that Royce isn't from the same time as he is, but at least he figured it out.]

we need to talk.
i'm turning into a shade.

<bracket>

[eventhandler]

ah, i suspected it! last time we met, had a sort of buzzing in my head, you see, possibly thought it was a sign for that.

what transformations have you had occur to you to figure out you are turning into one?

<nobody>

[n_ll]

i'm sorry...?

[should he be? is this buzzing painful? annoying? he doesn't like the idea that he had an effect on someone that he didn't intend.]

my arms and legs aren't like they used to be.
they're black smoke, mostly.
but i can see my bones.

i can't walk. i have to concentrate to get my feet on the ground.
i have to float if i need to get anywhere.

oh, and
i can move things with my mind now.

[the details of which he'd like to keep to himself for now.]

<bracket>

[eventhandler]

sorry? for what? well, let me explain the buzzing, that is, at some point you will start to "feel" others' souls. imagine as if you are a radio tower, receiving signals. shades, other shades like us, they are similar to interference! it is not at all intrusive, just a sign others are gaining in on your territories, perhaps it is some sort of innate defense mechanism?

anyhow! that is remarkably different than my own transformation, i rather changed inside to out, not out to in. no floating on my end, either. the telekinesis and the arms and legs, yes, that i'm familiar with!

can you move through walls yet?

<nobody>

[n_ll]

[yadda, yadda, yadda. All he really gets out of that is...] i'm not going to leave bavan.

i don't know. haven't tried. wouldn't know how to.

<bracket>

[eventhandler]

i wasn't suggesting for you to leave?

would you like me to give you a course in how it works? the waling through walls.

<nobody>

[n_ll]

don't know...

i'm still mostly solid.
i think.

<bracket>

[eventhandler]

you won't be solid for very long. best to get acquainted with how it works before you transform completely, that is my opinion!

<nobody>

[n_ll]

alright, you have a point.

do you want to meet somewhere?

<bracket>

[eventhandler]

meet me in front of where you work after dark tomorrow, i think that is most convenient for you.

<nobody>

[n_ll]

that works for me.