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[puro]

Who: Manolo and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today

[The Marsiva is suddenly up one (1) wooden Mexican. One that's looking more than a little disorientated, but it's not due to the sudden change in surroundings. Just a few seconds ago, this guy was dead as a doornail, but not any more. He feels the thudding of his heart in his chest, he draws breath into his lungs for the first time in hours. The gods had held their word, they gave him life. But-

He glances around, finally taking note of his surroundings. After the bright vibrancy of the Land of the Remembered, the spaceship is drab and clinical. There's no wonder in it for him, even if it's no place he could have ever dreamed of before. He puts a hand to his back, his guitar is still there, but both his estoques are gone. Not only is he lost, but he's unarmed, not a good combination. He frowns.]

This isn't San Angel. [This wasn't where he was supposed to be. He can't afford another diversion. His town can't afford one. He needs to get to María, to Joaquín and he needs to get to them now. He glances downwards, raising his voice, panic and frustration seeping in.]

I did everything you asked of me!! We had a deal! You promised!

[He takes in a shuddery breath, his lungs ache from sudden use again, and he realises how tired he is. It's been a really long and exceptionally crappy day and this is the absolute last thing he needs. There's no answer. Not from any of them. Why would they desert him, after everything?]

You promised. Just send me home.

[Ok. Now is not the time to panic. He'll just starting looking for an exit, don't mind him.

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[noctiphile]

A bantito...

[what the fuck is that. No, nevermind. It's not important. He waves away his curiosity like a pesky fly.] I see. That's a threatening situation indeed. And you would be able to help them if you returned?

[Because sorry bro, but if the rest of your friends aren't prepared for a fight, he really doubts one more person-puppet-whatever he is-will help.]

[puro]

[And that...is a very good question. Manolo hasn't thought that far ahead. Forward planning is not one of his strong points, what is he going to do when he gets back to San Angel? Face Chakal himself? He hasn't even got the heart to kill a bull, how does he expect to defeat another human being? And his army. ]

...I will try, no matter what, I will try. It's better than doing nothing.

[noctiphile]

That's true. But, still... one person when there are so many around you. [This is a terrible idea that's forming.] And when I'm certain there's very few of us who would wish to see your home destroyed... Perhaps an army of our own isn't out of the question.

[It's actually highly out of the question but where there's a will, there's a way. And this guy certainly has a will. He can't help but want to bolster it.] The difficult part would be getting there, you understand. From what I've gathered, as of yet no one's tried to steer the fleet. It might be an impossible task.

[But those are the most fun.]

[puro]

...An army would be helpful. If the people here would be willing to help me, I would be eternally grateful.

[Ah, but there is a might, there, and that's all Manolo needs. ]

I've got a habit of completing impossible tasks.

[noctiphile]

Then shall we add it to your list?

You would, of course, have to handle the recruitment. But-[He tilts his head.]-I'll see what I can learn about leaving.

[puro]

Gracias, that would mean a lot.

Anyone willing to help would be welcome. Perhaps we can all help one another.

[noctiphile]

That would be ideal. But don't disappointed should people reject your offers.

[puro]

Trust me, I'm used to that kind of thing.