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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PHIL CONNORS. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 020.22.473.65 *** goodweather has joined 020.22.473.65 <goodweather> You have reached the chatroom of Ryslig's favorite weatherman, Phil Connors <goodweather> If you're contacting me for business deals offer me a price first <goodweather> But if you're looking for a more "fun" time, I'm all ears. ;) | ||||

<goodweather>
Not unjustifiably, in his mind, but this situation was weirding him out.]
Look, I know how tricky this whole situation is. It would be stupid for me to say we should just all hold hands with humans and sing kumbaya until all our problems are solved. It's just
[There's a pause. He doesn't want to tell Javert too many details but, well. What's the worst that could happen.]
I don't know, after so long I just want some semblance of normalcy.
<PasUnPolicier>
And be you at ease, will you? You shan't be harmed in Her town, barring severe circumstances. It will do your head good to come to Dyster more often!
<goodweather>
[Blah blah blah endless timeloop everyone knows the story already.]
I'll admit I'm not sure why you care what happens to me, but I'll think about it.
[Truthfully, Phil stays far away from Dyster. It wasn't due to any personal issues with Fog herself, but he hated small towns with a burning passion. He couldn't imagine willingly going to one again, god alignment or otherwise.]