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[33elk]

[ There is a loud static burst. And then a voice some of you have heard before - the Abra who had that strange triangle-themed quest last month. Notably, any Psychic-types might notice a slight chuckle thoughout everything. ]

You are the worst planeswalkers I have ever experienced.

[ ...The static burst finishes. ]

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[33elk]

Oh, I thought we were buddies. Triangle buddies.

[ There's a bit of an odd sense from how he talks, perhaps him showing his hand a little, that this is a bit. ]

[telewarped]

Since when?

[She took on his quest—messed with him and was messed with a little in return—and received its reward: a piece of "information" that felt more like a threat to her than anything else. Did that make them buddies?

Studying him now, she finally senses that he might be messing with her again. To her annoyance, however, she can't tell how or why.]

... What're you playing at?

[33elk]

[ Perhaps she'd notice the flicker, perhaps not, but it was suddenly a private connection. Oko is wondering how he can play this, but also is considering his words carefully.

Perhaps she remembers the dream. Perhaps not. His own memories of it are vague. He-- he had been himself, for a time. ]

Me? I'm playing at nothing and everything, little bird.

[telewarped]

The hell does that—...?

[Little bird. Somehow, being called that gives her a sudden feeling of déjà vu. Where has she heard that before? The memory is distant and foggy, as if it happened in... a dream.]

Wait. You're... [She strains to remember—the voice, the face—and instead remembers a hand first, offering her a spot to land.] Who even are you, really?

[33elk]

[ His voice suddenly changes, though his mental mindscape is still locked away. Oh. This is not that Abra. But he seems to be laughing a bit, joyful, at his own silliness. ]

You may call me Oko.