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MHA #12, Monday Morning
Aug. 1st, 2022 10:01 pmIt was the same dream Ulysses had been having for most of last week. Just... fire and fire and fire, flames eating up everything, going up so high that he couldn't even tell where he was, just knew that he was alone.
There was a key difference this time, though. Something... specific, being engulfed in the fire: a missing persons poster, with Illyana's picture on it.
Ulysses woke up with a start. He scrambled first, with an unsteady hand, for his vape pen. Then, a puff or two later, for his phone.
He needed to send this text right the fuck now.
txt me back AS SOON AS u see this, need to know u r ok
[ooc: Open, though I may be slow because it has been a long day.]
There was a key difference this time, though. Something... specific, being engulfed in the fire: a missing persons poster, with Illyana's picture on it.
Ulysses woke up with a start. He scrambled first, with an unsteady hand, for his vape pen. Then, a puff or two later, for his phone.
He needed to send this text right the fuck now.
txt me back AS SOON AS u see this, need to know u r ok
[ooc: Open, though I may be slow because it has been a long day.]
