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Greetings. Leave your voice message and I will respond when I am able.

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voice; 1-27

[somethinghidden]

Uh... Hello, Croach? [ He ponders saying the whole thing out before deciding against it. ]

I have a question about your tracking abilities, if you have some time?

[quantifies]

What is it you wish to know, Simon Newton?

[somethinghidden]

I know I've asked about it quite a lot, but... how exactly does it work? Do I just tell you what to track, and you find it? Or do I have to... concentrate on it or think about it...?

[quantifies]

My twenty-eight senses allow me to be an extremely skilled tracker. What is it you wish to have tracked?

[somethinghidden]

I'm looking for a painting. [ A beat. ] Um, will I... have to be more specific?

[quantifies]

Yes. You have lost a piece of artwork?

[somethinghidden]

Yes— [ While it's true that he's lost a painting, he also isn't looking for that one. His wires cross for a moment. ] Umm, no. Actually. No, the one I'm looking for didn't get lost, really... It's been hidden.

[quantifies]

It was stolen?

[somethinghidden]

Yes. See, someone tried to destroy it, and now it's been stolen away and hidden. So I want to find the painting again and place it somewhere really safe. So... would you help me find it?

[quantifies]

Yes.

[somethinghidden]

Thanks. So, let me know if you find a, uh...

[ What would that fucking painting look like..? It should look as described in Wilde's book, only it has to have taken on more blemishes since then. One-hundred-fifty years worth of sins should be on it, so Simon takes his best guess. ]

It's a portrait. It once portrayed a remarkably beautiful young man, but he now looks especially ugly and debauched and quite difficult to recognize. It's an eclectic piece, to say the least.

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With what substances was it painted?

[somethinghidden]

Oil paints.

[quantifies]

[Well, that narrows it down...slightly.]

I will track your painting.

voice; 31st in the morning

[andaway]

[ID reads as Superman]

Name is Superman. I'd like to speak with Croach the Tracker, whenever possible.

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I am Croach the Tracker. Are you in need of assistance?

[andaway]

Not really, no, though I appreciate you asking. I just wanted to apologize.

Would you happen to remember 'Paladin Kal'?

[quantifies]

I am familiar with this being.

[somethinghidden]

Oh, thanks so very much!

[ He tries not to sound so incredibly relieved and is probably fairly successful. ]

Will I have to give you even more information? And how long do you suppose it might take?

[andaway]

This being is me. Or was me.

Something, I'm not sure what took over me and made me act differently than who I really am. And I wanted to apologize for that.

[quantifies]

I see. [Sort of.] Then you are no longer in need of a Rogue?

[He is either joking by playing it completely straight, or he's just that earnest. It may be impossible to tell.]

[quantifies]

I would normally be able to track it immediately, but my unfamiliarity with this planet may cause a delay. But do not doubt that it will be tracked.

[somethinghidden]

All right, then. [ This actually is pretty exciting. ] I'll be able to wait, I'm certain.

[quantifies]

I will speak with you soon.

[andaway]

[And Clark can't really tell, either... so he decides being honest is the safest route to go.]

I am not, no. I'm not in need of a party at all. I am really sorry for the inconvenience.