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[At first the world behind Reaver seems nothing but green, in tall, chest-high jungle flora, but closer inspection would reveal these to be blades of rather normal grass, impressively thick, and there are larger, mountainous things that take up much o the background. The sound of animals and insects and the rustling of wind are all telling signs that he is in the CES. He examines his pistol, bemused.]
Well, this certainly has potential, doesn't it? I did come in to do some hunting, after all.
Mister Tennant, check in.
[Spam for Arthur]
[His correspondences complete, Reaver closes his communicator and tucks it away, starting back toward where he remembers the path being. It has seen enough traffic between changes that at a normal size it would have been simple to find. It's not so much harder, here. After all, the flood waters could have made him a good deal shorter.]
Well, this certainly has potential, doesn't it? I did come in to do some hunting, after all.
Mister Tennant, check in.
[Spam for Arthur]
[His correspondences complete, Reaver closes his communicator and tucks it away, starting back toward where he remembers the path being. It has seen enough traffic between changes that at a normal size it would have been simple to find. It's not so much harder, here. After all, the flood waters could have made him a good deal shorter.]
