[FUN GHOUL ➜ AUDIO 006]

[tooghoulforschool]

[It's stupid to be back on the network publicly so soon after the incident. Especially when he knows Jesse's back and he told Galen he'd stay away. But he needs to know. Can't ask anyone to ask for him when he's hiding out around the church.

So he'll just use audio. Make it quick. Hope someone gives him answers before anyone has time to notice. Don't make a scene.]

... Missin' some people. Not answerin' my calls, just wonderin' if anyone's seen 'em. Cassandra and Conrad. Cute little girl that could probably kick your ass and a prissy, pale dude that probably couldn't.

You know where they are, just leave a message or somethin'. [He sniffs, mumbling something inaudible before quickly saying,] Thanks.

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[tooghoulforschool]

[That... huh. That made about as much sense as Jet talking in his sleep. He doesn't recognize the voice, barely recognizes the words, so he switches to VIDEO to peer into the screen.]

You're sayin' they're both gone? You knew 'em? Both of 'em?

[enchangement]

[ Video it is, then. River blinks - this is not!Jesse, and she's not sure what his name is, but maybe Jet knows him?

Or maybe they're thinking about Jet and made her think about Jet, it's hard to say. ]

Promised Cass to teach her to dance, slept back to back in a place called home that wasn't isn't is no lying empty and abandoned and very much not. Saw her, saw her as a ghost, saw and wasn't sure what eyes were being lied upon but she is gone. Cass is gone.

Conrad didn't want to be a monster, she told him she would fight his battles, she says that a lot. There were no battles but he's gone too. Hollow lack of sound for the off-kilter bell choir.

So many are going missing.

[tooghoulforschool]

[Shit. It's just a girl! Around Cass's age... yeah, okay, so she knew her. Sounds like they were close? And she knew Conrad. And they're both gone now. He shakes his head, looking down at his feet. He wasn't supposed to have to worry about Cass. She was tough. He shoulda been watching--]

Yeah. Too many. [A beat, and he looks up.] You always talk like poetry?