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RADIO FREE ELLIE: 1st Broadcast.

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[The broadcast begins a little fuzzy as Ellie messes with the dials and utters indistinctly to herself.] Can I- uh- yeah, okay. Cool. Hello? Wait, no, that's... [More fuzz and murmuring.]

[Eventually, she seems satisfied. Now, how do radio broadcasts go? She remembers the ones in Boston's military QZ go...? God, she never paid any attention in that class. Her voice comes in clear, and it's obviously a young person speaking.] Uhhhh, nine-hundred hour... fuck it, the sky's fucking broken. Callsign... Daniela Star.

[Right.]

So, like, is there anybody here that goes by William? Or Will? Not Bill. Heh, those guys are assholes...

Oh! Also, has anybody seen any frickin' trees? Like real trees, with branches and shit. I found some potted plants, but they were all plastic. What about animals and stuff? I don't mean the freaky shadows, fuck those assholes. Like actual living breathing animals.

But... y'know, speaking of the shitty shadow fuckers, does anybody know how to, like, beat them? I saw somebody do it, but they had like a full suit of armor. I tried it and my hand almost fell off. They're cold.

...Maybe that's it. Anybody seen any fucking suits of armor laying around?

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( robbie recognizes that voice. he'd heard it throwing insults at him not too long ago. he's glad, though, that she's in one piece. she seems smart enough to survive even in a place like this but it's good to have it confirmed that she made it through. )

No suits of armor anywhere I've looked. Think they make 'em in your size?

( his tone is, as ever, dry but the question isn't serious. )

How's your hand?

Nothing else makes any fucking sense, here. Why can't I have a suit of armor?

[But her tone isn't as, let's say, defensive, as it was previously.]

It's fine. How's your... life? Fuck, I dunno. Hurray for not being dead. Have you seen anybody else?

This place seems pretty short on suits of armor, wouldn't you say?

( or maybe he just hasn't been looking in the right places. hell if he knows. suits of armor haven't been a priority. )

Life's great. Perfect. But yeah, I've seen a few people. They're all delightful.

Maybe we just haven't found the right oven yet.

Anybody ever tell you you're hilarious.

Not lately.

( or not ever. )

Maybe I'm turning over a new leaf.

Is that supposed to be some kinda joke? Because it wasn't very funny.

Damn. Guess I need to work on that.

( he sounds just the slightest bit amused at her sour reaction to his attempt at a joke. )

Back to your questions, I haven't seen any way to take down a shadow yet. But, I don't have a weapon on me right now. Blades don't work as you know.

( he'd dealt with something like this before but he also hadn't been in control and his chain had been more than just a chain. )

I can help. I know loads of jokes.

[Is she excited to tell jokes or lording it over him? A mystery for our times.]

I was thinking something more long-range, since they're so fucking cold. I can't find any trees or guns, though. I found a fuckin' mad scientist lab with all tons of weird dead shit in jars and a creepy surgery lab and everything, but no fucking guns!

I've got a chain.

( he's pretty sure it won't work, not without the rider's power running through it but it would keep some distance between him and whatever those shadow things were. )

I'd say we might want to figure out what they are before we try and figure out how to kill them but... ( he trails off and shakes his head. ) No idea how you'd do that in a place like this.

( wasn't like there was a lab or a scientist available. )

A... chain. You wanna go into a liiittle more detail, or you just get off on being the dark and mysterious type?

They're trying to kill us. I'd love to sit down and have a chat over sandwiches, but there are no sandwiches, and they can't fucking talk, Robbie!

It's a chain. You swing it, it hurts people. In some situations, it can double as a restraint. Very adaptable weapon. ( and it used to be able to kill things like shadows but he's gonna have to work on that one. get back to him in a few days. )

And yeah, I got that. I'm thinking out loud. ( drawing on past experiences to try and help them in their current predicament. ) Anymore wisdom you wanna drop on me?

( as he sees it, someone's going to have to face down these shadows and throw anything and everything at them to see what the hell works. )

Sounds like a pain in the ass. I wanna see it.

Don't stab them. Or do it with a looong fucking knife.

Maybe I'll show it to you sometime.

( he gets the feeling she'd probably find a way to argue with that. don't ask him how but she seems the type to figure out a way to argue with anything. )

Yeah, I was there when you stabbed one, remember? You were lucky your arm didn't fall off because I don't think this place does amputations very well. Or at all.

[...] Really?

Oh my godddd, I can handle myself. Stop getting your panties all twisted.

I think you're the one that's getting upset. I'm fine.

( well.

as fine as someone could be in a place like this. )

But yeah, really. You sound surprised.

I know you are, but what am I?

[Said mockingly, clearly implying that's what he just did.]

Nobody ever just lets me see stuff. I've never seen somebody fight with a chain.

Impressive.

( said mockingly right back.

but, he does reach down to grab the chain currently at his feet and holds it up. )

Doesn't look like much but it's effective. No one really likes to take one of these to the face.

[She hears the clinking of chains, and perks up, curious. If she sounds like she's closer to the radio, well. She is.]

So you like, swing it in people's faces? That's so crazy. [Yet, when she says it, it's clear crazy means, in this context, awesome.]Why'd you start doing that? I mean, I guess you don't have to reload a fucking chain...

Convenience.

( someone had tried to use the chain against him and the rider hadn't really cared for that so he'd taken it, imbued with his own flavor of fire, and used it to take down any and all.

right now, it was just a chain but robbie's not willing to part with it yet. )

Their face, their feet, whatever's closest. I don't discriminate.

Holy moly. That's gotta be a pain in the ass to lug around. Whatever works, though. I knew an asshole who was really into meat cleavers and nail bombs.

It's not that bad. I'm used to it. ( barely felt it anymore, in fact. )

Meat cleavers and nail bombs? Sounds messy. I don't have time to sit and make a bomb.

It's your life, man.

Eh, it's easy if you know how to do it. Put the right shit in a tin can, rattle it so it builds up, get the fuck away from it, boom.

Sounds like you have some bomb making experience yourself.

( he holds back the words 'what the fuck' but they definitely want to come since she's so young and talking about a quick and dirty way to make a bomb. )

Well, yeah. You're not gonna meet a guy who knows how to make that kinda shit and just leave, y'know? He was an asshole, but it's fucking life saving.

What were you making bombs for?

( he doesn't think they'd gotten around to that part of the story. )

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