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ⅰ ♦ audio. backdated to midnight.

[ It's a bit past midnight and given the timing of this post, it's hardly a surprise there's minimal background noise that can be heard on Gil's end, save for the light scraping of soles against the pavement.

In spite of how late it is, when Gil speaks up he sounds quite awake, a hint of surprise filtering into his voice as he talks into the communicator. ]

There are quite a few messages that have piled up in the past few weeks. I'm sorry for not getting to them yet ― I've only just been ported back. [ A quiet scoff at that. ] And it's almost July already. I hope I haven't missed anything important and I'm trying to catch up, but um... What's this about some game called "paint ball"?

[ Did the government sponsor child's play or something? What. But he's heard the Porter was involved. ]

Did they really allow imPorts near the Porter? If so, did anyone find out anything? I've heard that these temporary port outs never happened when the first wave of imPorts were here. It makes sense if they began after Lachesis synced up with it, but... I've also been wondering if she was successful in the end. She hasn't been responsive since right before our arrival, unless someone found out something.

[ What's the 411 on that? ]

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GILBERT!

[ Now dogs and people who suddenly drop off the radar, that's an interesting thing, but let's leave it at how it's incredibly lucky that he isn't anywhere near Gil's place, as that made it impossible to sit sadly by it for weeks on end. Of course, that didn't stop him from leaving the network on to monitor, which was close enough to waiting by a door forever. He just had to come back. He had to.

And he was right.

Sorry, Gilbert. You probably didn't need an overexcited dog shouting at you past midnight, but that's what ya get. ]

You came back! You really did! Where were you?! Where are you?! Are you okay?!

[ Ow, his ears! He holds the communicator further away. ]

Ace?

[ Why is he yelling? Do dogs not sleep at midnight either? ]

Yes, I... Calm down, Ace. I'm in Heropa for now. [ A beat. ] I'm fine! I was ported out for a little bit.

[ No, sir. He will not calm down. ]

You're in Heropa? Where? What part of Heropa?

Near the housing complexes.

Why?

[ No answers now, just the sound of something galumphing down some stairs (probably stairs?) and then the sound of claws scrabbling on wood, a creak, aaaand...

What in the world is going on over there? ]

[ He pulls the communicator close, trying to make out what's going on on Ace's end. He's a touch concerned, too. ]

Ace?

[ There's a few more noises, the soft patter of grass underpaw, then the click of dull nails on cement, then it cuts out. It had only taken a minute for Ace to remember he'd left that on, now it's better turned off.

This close to the housing complexes, he doesn't need to ask Gilbert where exactly he is.

All it took was finding a good spot to catch the scents of the area upwind and, while Gilbert puzzles over what's happening, he might eventually notice a low, four-legged figure turning a corner and making a beeline for him! ]

[ The rustling he overhears seems to carry over louder than usual with no people, cars, or even activity in the houses to hear at this time of the night. Gil lifts his head, still calling for Ace into the communicator when he finally spots something in the dark that begins charging at him. ]

Huh? What?

[ Running, running, running, running, now comes the telltale jingle of literal dog tags on a collar, and, yes, yes, that is definitely an incoming husky. Leaping up onto Gilbert in three...

Two...

One... ]

[ The message his brain sends to his legs to move aside before that large husky collides into him doesn't reach them in time. So Gil winds up bowled over by Ace, falling back against the pavement with his head smacking solid cement. ]

Oof!

[ Ow.

He thinks he's seeing stars and not the ones above them in the sky. It takes a few seconds for his blurred vision to return to normal. ]

A-Ace...?

Yes! It's me! You're back, you really are!

[ Ace needs to remember his size and also that he has super strength, he really, really does, but right now he's wagging his tail like crazy and... and... ]

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[ But wait, he just hit his head on the sidewalk. ]

And you're hurt! Did you just hurt yourself? No, wait...

[ Oh Great Dog above, what has he done? ]

I hurt you! Oh! Oh no. [ On the bright side, Ace immediately scrambles off of Gil's chest, so hey, that's kind of a win for stick man. On the less bright side, that puts an end to the tailwagging and he pulls said tail in under his legs instead as he retreats some steps away. ] I'm sorry! I didn't mean to...

[ Gil slowly seats himself upright, rubbing the backside of his head still sore from where he bumped it. He glances over at Ace and notices the guilt-ridden expression and posture. ]

It's fine... just a bump. [ He's not going to mention how much it did hurt. No need to worry Ace who was already worried enough about him. ] Are you alright?

Me? [ Gil, why would he matter, everything to worry about is youuuu! ] Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?

Ah, never mind...

[ He continues to rub his head. ]

What are you doing out at this time?

Isn't it obvious? I came out here to find you!

You did?

[ A beat. ]

A warning next time would be nice...

I thought it'd be--

[ Gil, you told him you were nearby, what did you expect? ]

...though I guess you were surprised. [ Ace breathes out a sigh and hangs his head. ] I'm sorry.

[ This is going to be a night of endless apologies, isn't it? ]

[ Not to be tackled!!

But he feels bad instantly and reaches over to pat Ace's head. ]

[ Head pats? Head pats!!!

That manages to get a tail wag out of him. ]

I will remember that for next time, though. I just, well, I thought you were gone forever.

[ It was very worrying, Gil. Don't do that. ]

Sorry... for worrying everyone.

[ His fingers slowly trail behind Ace's ears to give a light, playful scratch. ]

Unfortunately I can't control that.

Yeah...

[ That part had been explained, as well. ]

It can happen to anyone, can't it? Just, there one moment, gone the next?

[ Gil nods, and it's clear from his expression that part troubles him. ]

That's right. There's no way to know who will be ported out and brought back or not.

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I don't know if I can accept that...

[ It's hard, man. Real hard. ]

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bad doge bad doge. whatchu gonna do??

watchu gonna do when they come for u 1/hang on

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doge :(

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