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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Plus whoever Corvus took with him to his safe haven."

[Xantalos]

"Plus whoever Corvus took with him to his safe haven."

Aaaaaaaah now I remember why I forgot Daeron existed.

[Empiricist]

((I think Daeron didn't ever respond to Silica, but now that I'm reminded, I may have just forgotten to highlight @Elf's posts.))
"How many got evacuated?"

[Xantalos]

Another hundred or so, from what we can determine. Wherever they are, it has a shit Aethernet connection.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Plus whoever Corvus took with him to his safe haven."

Aaaaaaaah now I remember why I forgot Daeron existed.

((Yeaaaaah. I needed a convenient explanation why Corvus didn't just dispel the interdiction field, and having him run evac was the best one.))

[Empiricist]

((Wait a minute... I only had systems from Florencio's world get damaged in the transition so that their users doesn't shrug off most attacks... why do I have the feeling that Darnos might end up with a fully functioning armor unit?))
"Oh my... almost everyone's dead?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron's expression is one of panic.

[Empiricist]

"Yukari... we may have to relocate... almost everyone's dead."
"Looks like we'll have to get out of here soon enough."

[Xantalos]

The meta was too cheery for my taste.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"No fecking shit."
Daeron drinks deeply from his flask.
"W-what..."

Fuuka and Wikus glance over.

[Empiricist]

((So... is this our time to start placing bets on whether Darnos has military grade heavy armor?))
"There are about 100 people left here. 20 of whom are wounded. 100 more evacuated. Everyone else died."
"Damn it... damn it all..."
((YAY! He got glow!))

[Xantalos]

((He had plot armor for his attack, and he has bullshit magic for everything else. No more plot armor, though.))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((Is this one hundred counting all characters or without?))
Daeron gulps.
Yukari processes the information.

[Xantalos]

If you wish, some can be there.

[Empiricist]

((Won't Issac disintegrate him immediately then? And vice versa? Turning it into some sort of strange quick-draw competition?))
"Where's the nearest safe haven?"
"We'll have to leave soon. No need to worry about the contract, that company probably has branches elsewhere, but we'll have to leave behind the cafe unless we can somehow move it..."