Forgotten Freedom:53
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A postal delivery technician enters the bar, looking seriously worn but walking with pride at this job. He approaches Erk at the bar.
Postal Guy: Mr. Erk?
Erk: *growl?*
Postal Guy: Through rain, snow, lightening, hail, we at house Orien shall deliver the mail. Do not ask us about: crazy magic girls, ninjas, large mechanical suits, small creatures that only say their names over and over, or the goddess Animé.
Erk: *growl, but you can vaguely make out that he said "Animé?"*
Postal Guy: Don't ask. Please. *shudder*
The postal guy hands Erk a large book-shaped package. Then salutes and turns to go. Unfortunaely he is greeted by Sakura and dies of a heart attack.
Erk grunts Lucky over the the bar, then takes his package into the back room. He has a vague idea of what's inside it. He places it on a counter and slowly unwrapps it. Inside is rather plain book. Yet when he opens it the pages glow, and a voice comes out.
Book: Mr. Erk, it's been a long time, hasn't it? And yet again the world is in grave peril. We need your help. Your mission, should you—
Erk closes the book with a snap. He he picks it up, intending to stuff it in a sturdy chest.
The book opens of its own accord, forcing Erk's fingers apart.
Book: *sigh* Mr. Erk, we know all about your reluctance to take on these missions, so this message will not self-destruct. In fact, we've made it impervious to all known forms of destruction, which includes your remarkabley novil tactic of imersing it in unusually corrosive chilli.
Erk gives up and sits down to listen to the message.
Book: Let's just cut out all the pleasentries, shall we. Your mission is to…
Satnak - Remember, I find one mess on the carpet there won't even be an astral husk and a hennefer left. I really hate the self-destructers. Remind me I owe you guys some explaining about the arm and armor.*conks out*
Lisa - Is she getting more or less nutty?
Terra - I don't know and either way I'm scared.
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