Urbanshade HQ

"ALRIGHT RAMBLERS, LETS GET RAMBLING!"

[local-headquarters]

` Incoming connection `

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HQ ask blog because why the hell not really he’s a silly lil guy

Everything on here WILL be heavily headcanoned due to there being almost no official lore on the guy

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DNI Lists from main apply here too

No Political talk and no drama

OCs/Canon/other fandoms can in fact interact and are encouraged!

Will add on if needed + I have ability to block freely (more info below cut)

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` Disconnected `

[local-headquarters]

YOU CAN'T KEEP ME TRAPPED DOWN HERE FOREVER.

` Sure bud. Whatever helps you sleep at night.`

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I dunno, she’s got a reputation. And don’t act like saints here.”

[local-headquarters]

` It's the hadal blacksite. I doubt anyone is doing any good deeds there. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Aha. So. Also, you’re little parasite may or may not have had so many kids there’s a colony now. You guys probably should’ve spayed it or something.”

*Bro’s just dissing.*

[local-headquarters]

[he sighed] ` I'll alert my higher ups at some point so they can warn the EXR-P before sending them down there. At some point. ` [paper noises, then writing noises. He's making a list of things to tell the higher ups lmao]

[the-blacksite-twink]

*No info on the vaaaauuuult~*

“No idea if he got bigger or not since you all last saw him.”

[local-headquarters]

` Couldn't tell ya 'cause I haven't seen him ` ` Any other information I should know? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm…. I banged your mom.”

[local-headquarters]

` Bold of you to assume she hasn't died yet ` [they joked, then a lil sniffle could be heard (its apart of the joke /silly)]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Bitch, and? I got my ways with those ghosties.”

[local-headquarters]

` Damn you'd fuck a corpse?- why am I surprised? ` [still joking chat]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“So would your slug.”

[local-headquarters]

` OKay, the slug is not my issue though. That's some other poor souls worry. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Very well…”

[local-headquarters]

` Well, back on a more serious note. Any thing else to share or is that all needed to know? They're about to start preparing to send in more EXR-P teams so I need everything I can get. If you're willing to share. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“All I’m giving you.”

*He giggled.*

[local-headquarters]

` Alright, fair enough. If you do want to say more at any point though, don't be afraid to say something `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I dunno, she’s got a reputation. And don’t act like saints here.”

[local-headquarters]

` It's the hadal blacksite. I doubt anyone is doing any good deeds there. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Aha. So. Also, you’re little parasite may or may not have had so many kids there’s a colony now. You guys probably should’ve spayed it or something.”

*Bro’s just dissing.*

[local-headquarters]

[he sighed] ` I'll alert my higher ups at some point so they can warn the EXR-P before sending them down there. At some point. ` [paper noises, then writing noises. He's making a list of things to tell the higher ups lmao]

[the-blacksite-twink]

*No info on the vaaaauuuult~*

“No idea if he got bigger or not since you all last saw him.”

[local-headquarters]

` Couldn't tell ya 'cause I haven't seen him ` ` Any other information I should know? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm…. I banged your mom.”

[local-headquarters]

` Bold of you to assume she hasn't died yet ` [they joked, then a lil sniffle could be heard (its apart of the joke /silly)]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Bitch, and? I got my ways with those ghosties.”

[local-headquarters]

` Damn you'd fuck a corpse?- why am I surprised? ` [still joking chat]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“So would your slug.”

[local-headquarters]

` OKay, the slug is not my issue though. That's some other poor souls worry. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Very well…”

[local-headquarters]

` Well, back on a more serious note. Any thing else to share or is that all needed to know? They're about to start preparing to send in more EXR-P teams so I need everything I can get. If you're willing to share. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I dunno, she’s got a reputation. And don’t act like saints here.”

[local-headquarters]

` It's the hadal blacksite. I doubt anyone is doing any good deeds there. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Aha. So. Also, you’re little parasite may or may not have had so many kids there’s a colony now. You guys probably should’ve spayed it or something.”

*Bro’s just dissing.*

[local-headquarters]

[he sighed] ` I'll alert my higher ups at some point so they can warn the EXR-P before sending them down there. At some point. ` [paper noises, then writing noises. He's making a list of things to tell the higher ups lmao]

[the-blacksite-twink]

*No info on the vaaaauuuult~*

“No idea if he got bigger or not since you all last saw him.”

[local-headquarters]

` Couldn't tell ya 'cause I haven't seen him ` ` Any other information I should know? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm…. I banged your mom.”

[local-headquarters]

` Bold of you to assume she hasn't died yet ` [they joked, then a lil sniffle could be heard (its apart of the joke /silly)]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Bitch, and? I got my ways with those ghosties.”

[local-headquarters]

` Damn you'd fuck a corpse?- why am I surprised? ` [still joking chat]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“So would your slug.”

[local-headquarters]

` OKay, the slug is not my issue though. That's some other poor souls worry. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I dunno, she’s got a reputation. And don’t act like saints here.”

[local-headquarters]

` It's the hadal blacksite. I doubt anyone is doing any good deeds there. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Aha. So. Also, you’re little parasite may or may not have had so many kids there’s a colony now. You guys probably should’ve spayed it or something.”

*Bro’s just dissing.*

[local-headquarters]

[he sighed] ` I'll alert my higher ups at some point so they can warn the EXR-P before sending them down there. At some point. ` [paper noises, then writing noises. He's making a list of things to tell the higher ups lmao]

[the-blacksite-twink]

*No info on the vaaaauuuult~*

“No idea if he got bigger or not since you all last saw him.”

[local-headquarters]

` Couldn't tell ya 'cause I haven't seen him ` ` Any other information I should know? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm…. I banged your mom.”

[local-headquarters]

` Bold of you to assume she hasn't died yet ` [they joked, then a lil sniffle could be heard (its apart of the joke /silly)]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Bitch, and? I got my ways with those ghosties.”

[local-headquarters]

` Damn you'd fuck a corpse?- why am I surprised? ` [still joking chat]

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I dunno, she’s got a reputation. And don’t act like saints here.”

[local-headquarters]

` It's the hadal blacksite. I doubt anyone is doing any good deeds there. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Aha. So. Also, you’re little parasite may or may not have had so many kids there’s a colony now. You guys probably should’ve spayed it or something.”

*Bro’s just dissing.*

[local-headquarters]

[he sighed] ` I'll alert my higher ups at some point so they can warn the EXR-P before sending them down there. At some point. ` [paper noises, then writing noises. He's making a list of things to tell the higher ups lmao]

[the-blacksite-twink]

*No info on the vaaaauuuult~*

“No idea if he got bigger or not since you all last saw him.”

[local-headquarters]

` Couldn't tell ya 'cause I haven't seen him ` ` Any other information I should know? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm…. I banged your mom.”

[local-headquarters]

` Bold of you to assume she hasn't died yet ` [they joked, then a lil sniffle could be heard (its apart of the joke /silly)]

[local-headquarters]

HM.

I_HAVEN'T_HEARD_YOUR_VOICE_ON_MY_SIDE_OF_THE_BLACK_SITE_IN_A_WHILE.

@void-in-hazmat

`I- can't always get everywhere at once, I am only one man. I've also busy dealing with the EXR-P.` [they explained, the intercom ringing with the familiar tune before he spoke]

[void-in-hazmat]

YEAH_THOSE_GUYS_ARE_TROUBLESOME.

IT'S_NOT_LIKE_ANY_OF_YOU_ARE_LESS_ANNOYING_THOUGH.

[local-headquarters]

`Hey man, I'm just doing my job. Not my fault the EXR-P don't know how to follow directions.`

[void-in-hazmat]

A_JOB_THAT_LEFT_ME_TO_ROT.

AND_I_HAD_TO_CLEAN_AFTER_YOUR_MESSES.

LIKE_THAT_TIME_SOMEONE_SPILLED_SLUSHIE_ALL_OVER_THE_INTERCOM_PANEL.

YOU_KNOW_HOW_HARD_THAT_WAS_TO_CLEAN_UP?

[local-headquarters]

`well you signed up for the Job (atleast I assume you did) so like-. And again, not my fault the EXR-P can't follow simple directions.`

`L with the slushie shit though.`

[void-in-hazmat]

BULLSHIT.

I_KNOW_THE_SLUSHIE_THING_WAS_YOU.

BESIDES

I_DIDN'T_SIGN_UP_FOR_THE_ENGINEERING_WORK_I_HAD_TO_DO.

[local-headquarters]

` Slushie thing wasn't my fault, and you don't have evidence to prove it was. ` ` I don't know what to tell you then, don't know what you expect me to do with this information. `

[void-in-hazmat]

OH_NOTHING.

JUST_WANTED_TO_WASTE_YOUR_TIME.

(He proceeds to shoot the speaker)

[local-headquarters]

[there was silence for a moment, then a speaker nearby spoke up] ` What the hell! The speaker! ` [flabbergasted /silly]

[void-in-hazmat]

HE_HE

SEBASTIAN_WAS_RIGHT.

MESSING_WITH_YOU_LOT_IS_FUN!

[local-headquarters]

` Only upset about the speaker because that's what I'm paid for `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I dunno, she’s got a reputation. And don’t act like saints here.”

[local-headquarters]

` It's the hadal blacksite. I doubt anyone is doing any good deeds there. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Aha. So. Also, you’re little parasite may or may not have had so many kids there’s a colony now. You guys probably should’ve spayed it or something.”

*Bro’s just dissing.*

[local-headquarters]

[he sighed] ` I'll alert my higher ups at some point so they can warn the EXR-P before sending them down there. At some point. ` [paper noises, then writing noises. He's making a list of things to tell the higher ups lmao]

[the-blacksite-twink]

*No info on the vaaaauuuult~*

“No idea if he got bigger or not since you all last saw him.”

[local-headquarters]

` Couldn't tell ya 'cause I haven't seen him ` ` Any other information I should know? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I dunno, she’s got a reputation. And don’t act like saints here.”

[local-headquarters]

` It's the hadal blacksite. I doubt anyone is doing any good deeds there. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Aha. So. Also, you’re little parasite may or may not have had so many kids there’s a colony now. You guys probably should’ve spayed it or something.”

*Bro’s just dissing.*

[local-headquarters]

[he sighed] ` I'll alert my higher ups at some point so they can warn the EXR-P before sending them down there. At some point. ` [paper noises, then writing noises. He's making a list of things to tell the higher ups lmao]

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I dunno, she’s got a reputation. And don’t act like saints here.”

[local-headquarters]

` It's the hadal blacksite. I doubt anyone is doing any good deeds there. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yeeeaaah. I’m sure you guys could profit off of it, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` Urbanshade exploits the anomalous (apparently that's the motto), not sell crack. Would it even be good quality?? I doubt it would. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s got a thing. I dunno.”

*He hummed, pausing for literally half a minute.*

“…The same slug started cooking crack.”

[local-headquarters]

` How the hell -? I- You know what. I'm not going to question it. I don't get paid enough for that `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“He’s with one of your mutagenesis slugs from what I heard. And saw. And also sensed.”

*Harvey, admittedly, was chill with spilling some tea here.*

[local-headquarters]

` OH-! yeah that's certainly a choice- ? I- Good for him I guess then?? I'm so confused. ` [he even sounded confused lmfao] ` Whatever. Uhh any other information about down there? In the outskirts? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmhm. Fellow DEFINITELY is a sight.”

*He paused, thinking.*

“Your guardsman have… odd taste in partners, though.”

[local-headquarters]

` You guys, are under water, in a Blacksite, infested with anomalies. What. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Not too sure of the last name, but does the name ‘Sherman’ ring a bell for you lot?”

*He inquired, now laying across a crate.*

[local-headquarters]

` Yeah, kind of, actually. One of the M.I.A. guardsman- wait a minute is that who you've been talking about? Well I have some more news to tell my higherups. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

[A nearby walkie-talkie sputtered to life, a voice on the other side started to speak]

` Testing, Testing, attempt number- ` [paper noises] ` who’s counting really? to get some form of contact within the outskirts. EXR-P or hiding employees currently within the outskirts that is listening to this respond immediately to confirm communications.` [It repeated this a couple more times, ending the last time with the word ‘over’ before going silent.]

@local-headquarters

*Harvey blinked several times, antennae perking. He turned his head towards the sound of the speaking. He approached, his senses telling him the object was there. He scooped the object up, fiddling with it. He struggled with the buttons, unable to sense their colours or functions, until he pressed the button to send what was happening on his end, just a bunch of ruffling.*

*He tilted his head, making a confused growl.*

[local-headquarters]

` Hello? Someone there? Over. ` [They asked, hearing the ruffling.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“What…?” *Harvey blinked, eyes narrowing. He knocked the walkie-talkie off of the surface it was on, grumbling.*

[local-headquarters]

` Identify yourself ` [ the walkie talkie went off again ]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“The Kitid. The one you all took from the Arctic 9 years ago.”

*He could sense their familiarity in those radio waves. This was Urbanshade personal. He felt no need to hide this information either.*

[local-headquarters]

[ the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment ] ` OH. you. I remember you. You having fun rotting down there? ` [They asked, almost curiously.]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Yes. Me.”

*Harvey rolled his obsidian eyes, taking the device with him.*

“Having fun being Urbanshade’s dickrider?”

[local-headquarters]

` Y'know, I'm surprised you can even speak English, really. Also surprised you're still alive, I assumed you died when the Blacksite fell to bits. Well I guess that's a lesson against assuming. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Crazy what a bunch of scientists, torture, and incapacitation can do.”

*His tone was eerily neutral.*

“And please, I’m not that easy to kill. The majority of your guys’ little Project: Mutagenesis… on the other hand… are less fortunate.”

[local-headquarters]

` I guess so. Oh well ` ` I'm actually not that well versed on Project: Mutagenesis, only heard of it through the testing on you, and even that was very little. I'd also like to state that I'm fairly certain you're not hard to kill, infact really easy, you and your tiny stature. Could probably blow your brains out with no fuss. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You were one of the ones who did that to me? Noted…”

*He muttered, then spoke at a regular volume again.*

“I would be larger, not to mention healthier if you hadn’t — first— shaved me, second captured me as a juvenile and not fed me my proper diet.”

[local-headquarters]

` Sadly no, not really, only worked on communication translation. Did get to see what all did happen before I got moved though. ` [because he some how heard that lmao] ` Okay, you didn't even eat majority of the time. and either way never underestimate the power of the gun. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hm. You saved yourself from losing a couple fingers.”

“I didn’t eat because all I ever did was be terrified. Besides, your food is disgusting.”

[local-headquarters]

` Like you'd be able to get out of there to begin with. ` [they retorted] ` that just sounds like a you issue, really. Both those things. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hey, I took a couple of your employee’s body parts.”

*Harvey shrugged.*

“That food sounds like a… what do you all call it? Generational Fumble?”

[local-headquarters]

` Okay? woah! so scary! ` [they spoke sarcastically] ` there is a LOT worse than you, pipsqueak, do better ` ` nah you disliking the food you got is just a generally a you problem. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Almost as scary as the size of your wand of love from what I can tell so far.”

*He checked his claws.*

“It was a molestation upon my mouth.”

[local-headquarters]

[The walkie-talkie went silent] ` okay, what the fuck- ... Actually no, that was deserved, I'm being an ass. My bad. `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Mmmmhm.”

*He paused, actually processing that this person realized their errors.*

“So, I assume you want a… ‘person’… to talk to…”

[local-headquarters]

` If there are any expendables or employees down there with you yes, but considering your- experiences I highly doubt you know or willingly interacted with anyone SO we're going to have to go off of you. ` [paper noises /silly] ` I- well, Urbanshade- need insight for the outskirts- what's going on down there that being- so if you have any information you are willing to share, please do `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Gonna need to specify what information.”

*He said, tilting his head.*

“For the record, I don’t live in the Outskirts full time.”

*He was well aware he could pass this off to the crooked, buuut he could fancy wasting their time a bit.*

[local-headquarters]

` Information on entities that might've wondered down there and/or hazards the outskirts carry. ` [He informed] ` What do you mean 'full time'? ` [they sounded genuinely confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“Hmmm… let me think. Something similar to one of your anglers, I suppose. Oh, and one of your old guardsmen. But you must know aaaaaall about that.”

*Harvey hummed.*

“I live somewhere else. With my partner.”

[local-headquarters]

` Actually I don't think we have much information on the angler type thing. and a Guardsman? Can you please explain a little more? Is the Guardsman still alive? ` ` Really? wait partner? Holy damn ` [surprised now] ` wait a minute- ` [confused]

[the-blacksite-twink]

“I don’t know much about the fish. And the guardsman? Not really. I don’t know. Pretty sure one of the babies from good old Mr. Shade’s pet is running the body now. You know, the one you raised to maturity?”

*He didn’t elaborate much, having fun just talking.*

“And yes. Of course not of my own species and not of your little project that got me down here in the first place.”

[local-headquarters]

` huh? could you please elaborate? ` [he asked, confused] ` Ookkaayy- the guardsman? ` [he guessed curiously, confused too. Look man, he doesn't know about host's existence :sob: and there aren't many things one could romance or whatever down there] ` Wait no that's make no sense- what-? `

[the-blacksite-twink]

“You know… Interitus was his name, I believe? He must have at least had some eggs in your captivity. Those little parasites that latch onto the back of someone’s cranium. That’s what’s controlling the corpse. But it still seems to have some of its old personality. Somehow…”

*He laughed.*

“No! Not at all! But… that’s none of your concern.”

[local-headquarters]

` Didn't know about that actually- interesting-? ` ` Yeah I guess that's true. `