1818 - voice - A typhoon blows back into town

[plantpacifist]

This place AGAIN? I swear I hadn't been back home for more than ten minutes! Oh, Rem, why are the gods of misfortune and poverty always just a step behind me?!! [Whine, whine, whine.] Always I just try to do the right thing but every time it turns into a disaster! And then I get spirited away by some kind of demon computer to this bizarro Earth where total ecological collapse is a matter of decades and not centuries! I musta been real evil in a past life to deserve this!!

So ANYWAY. [Suddenly serious.] Ten minutes ago it was fall, now I look around and it's springtime. I know the Porter doesn't handle time in a sane, logical way. [Sigh.] How long have I been gone this time?

Comments

[plantpacifist]

Not really. Care to enlighten me?

[fingerbang]

It's been years. Two, I believe? After an absence that long, it's a surprise you remember anything at all.

[plantpacifist]

TWO YEARS?! [Volume, Vash.]

[plantpacifist]

... Knives must be long since gone, isn't he.

[fingerbang]

I'm afraid so. He wasn't exactly pleased to be the only one left.

[plantpacifist]

Huh. [Just huh. It's a pensive, slightly sad huh, but a huh nonetheless. And that's all you're gonna get.]

Thank you for the info.

[fingerbang]

And that's it, huh?

[plantpacifist]

Family's complicated.

[fingerbang]

I'm well aware.