The Balance of Life and Death

-The audio feed clicks on as we hear an explosion in the distance and some falling rubble. Tir is panting heavily.-

LATIMIR IS UNDER ATTACK! WE NEED SOME HELP HERE NOW!

-A scream is heard, but it's far from human. In fact, it sounds similar to the scream heard just before Lucca's initial video feed cut off. There's another rumbling and sounds of Tir running.-

What the hell are they after?!

-The scream sounds again, and more destruction is heard.-

IF WE DON'T GET HELP SOON IT'S GOING TO BRING THE WHOLE BUILDING DOWN!

[[ Help Latimir fight off the Elder Spawn here!! NOW WITH THE CORRECT LINK! ]]

...

Hey, Riou and Jowy... you guys want to come over for dinner sometime? I mean, Gremio always makes more than he needs, so...

I guess this place has been really testy lately. The case I'm working on is a difficult one. Add to that a lot of the hardship lately...

I just want everyone out there to remember that hope still exist. There is a victory to be had. The town meeting helped us all reassess our priorities... We'll be alright. We just have to beat this like everything else, right? I know we can do it. We always have. You just have to have faith in your talents and the talents of your fellow man. There's nothing we cannot accomplish when we work together... I should know. In my world, I saw what the achievements of 108 individuals working together for a joint cause could be.

For those of you new to the city, my name is Tir McDohl. I'm an officer in the police force as well as an all around good guy, I suppose. If you ever need anything, I have a contact post on this frequency so don't be a stranger.

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[Filtered to Cecil // Hackable with only the greatest effort]

We need to talk.

-There's a loud clatter as the communicator is apparently thrown to the floor. Conveniently, it lands at an angle that makes it easy enough to tell what's going on. And it's not good.

Tir stands in a circle surrounded by wolves and marionettes. He's been ambushed by them during while in route to another distress call. Heaven Fang is out and ready, but he already seems to have been fighting for awhile. There's an open cut on his head and he's breathing heavily.-

Is this how you're going to fight? Then come on!

-Several of the creatures start to lunge at him at once. Tir begins to fight them off, but his performance is sluggish...-

[[ Tir is free game, given he hasn't signed up for any beatdowns lately. You can also come along and help him. Whatevers, yo! ]]

Huh... my hand is feeling better. I still need to see about a prosthetic for the missing one, though. Using Heaven's Fang with one hand is proving to be far more difficult than I imagined in actual combat. Frustrating, but... heh, I guess this is part of my penance. Ah well...

A lot of new people, eh? That was sudden... the ghosts leave and then we get more residents. I suppose that makes sense, though. Um, HELLO! My name is Tir McDohl, an officer of the police force here, ha ha... I'm not all that great at introductions, but I hope we can all be friends and help work together to make this place generally better!

[Filtered to Friends]

Hmm... My soul feels somehow less burdened. I don't get it, but... I guess it really is the people you know who make you who you are.

Thanks everyone. For being there for me. I won't wallow in that state again. Not so long as I can help it.

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[Private to Self]

They didn't get so riled up with the others were killed. The equality of the law here is paper thin. The only truly equal law is...

[/Private to Self]

[Private to Victor Niguel]

If I may be so bold, sir, I'd like to speak with you. It's a grave matter.

[/Private to Victor Niguel]



...I've been enjoying my vacation so far. But things are getting worse. With Naoto in the clinic...

I'm sorry, Kazuki, but I have to go back to the force. They need me now more than ever. I have to do what I can to make sure this place is safe. Anything and everything. It's impossible for me to relax when all of this is happening.

All this talk...about murders and redemption.

Well I've got a reality check...no matter what any person, government, or deity might say...there are no pardons. There is no redeeming a bloodied hand. Once someone has killed, there's no turning back to innocence. It's impossible. Once someone has...murdered...they will never have a clean soul again.

That burden will be carried with them to the end of their days...and for some of them, that end will never come...