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[professorlionface]

You've reached the number of Dr. Henry McCoy, the by bits bludgeoning but basically benevolent Beast! I'm afraid I'm unavailable at the moment, perhaps busying myself in the lab, in the middle of an important conversation, or simply just otherwise occupied. There's also the distinct possibility that I'd gone out but forgotten to bring my phone, in which case I do apologize, but if you be so kind as to lea-- *BEEP*

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(VOICEMAIL.)

[ioudas]

(there's the sounds of some cheering, even chanting in a mixture of Indian dialects and Nepalese. for a moment there's the sound of crunching, maybe someone's face being punched in and a fight breaking out.


then finally, there's cross' voice going:) Next.

(CALL.)

[professorlionface]

[The moment Hank hears the message, he redials the number. A guy can only disappear off the face of the planet for so long.]

Cross, where the hell are you?

(CALL.)

[ioudas]

(unfortunately for him, he's just going to get a call back from a small kid several hours later that can only speak Nepalese while cross nurses his hangover and whatever fight club he got himself into the night before.)

[professorlionface]

[You say that like Hank doesn't know at least a little Nepalese.]

[ioudas]

(he'd be informed that Mr. Red is fast asleep, he had a rough night beating up the people that like to attack their village.)

[professorlionface]

[And, in return, will be asked to have Mr. Red call this number again when he wakes up. To say it's from Mr. Blue.

Somehow, he doesn't expect this to really get through, so he'll just try calling again in about eight hours.]

(text.)

[ioudas]

(there's a text in two:) Whoever you think you're looking for, he's not here. Please stop calling.

(text.)

[professorlionface]

I'm not deaf, I know your voice. Where are you?

(text.)

[ioudas]

I died, therefore I'm dead. Don't make this complicated.

(text.)

[professorlionface]

It seems rather simple to me. Do you think you're the first person here to have died? That's no reason to run away.

(text.)

[ioudas]

Look, it's me. Just. Don't come find me.

(text.)

[professorlionface]

I've got a friend of yours here who probably wouldn't accept that option.

And by "here" I mean "currently providing a rather thorough cleaning to my garbage can with his mouth."

(text.)

[ioudas]

Don't let him eat too much. Or don't let him around cats, they tend to each him and then he bites them.

(text.)

[professorlionface]

Too late on both counts, if I qualify for the second.

(text.)

[ioudas]

Are you trying to eat him?

(text.)

[professorlionface]

He's not quite to my tastes.

(text.)

[ioudas]

Then, you're fine.

(text.)

[professorlionface]

Only for certain more reductive definitions of the word.

(text.)

[ioudas]

Whatever, Henry.

(text.)

[professorlionface]

Where are you?

(text.)

[ioudas]

Gone.

(text.)

[professorlionface]

And why would you ever think that I'd accept that answer?

(text.)

[ioudas]

It's one that you have to.

(text.)

[professorlionface]

Or I could just find you instead. Your disappearing didn't make anything better, if you were wondering.

It's worse, if anything.

(text.)

[ioudas]

Lets take a moment how for once, it's not about the saga of Lil and Madison and Danger and that it's more my problems that I actually have to deal with.

Pardon me if the fact that my problems rank a little higher than Madison's.