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[The message posted is a very brief one, and for anyone who has seen Reeve before, definitely not in character. The man looks to be in no small amount of pain, his head in one hand, his teeth grit, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. Even when he speaks, his voice is clearly gasped out through pain.]

Has anyone... seen a little black and white

[His voice breaks as he curls up just a bit and clearly the image gets too close and a lot of his hair because his hand holding the phone has gone to his head too. And then after a moment of labored breathing the communicator is lowered back to where Reeve can be seen. But not centered now. Sorry, he's not looking closely.]

Cat. Stuffed animal. About six inches tall, responds to 'Mini-C'. At least twenty meters from the main fountain. Probably further away.

[Another flash of pain across the man's face.]

Please, if you've seen him, bring him to me.

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[Reeve really needs to work with Tony to make a Mini that has a voice. For now, though, the stuffed animal is all he has. His family, his connection.]

Not sure. Will hurt more if not.

[This isn't exactly a perfect science. It isn't science. It's magic. Soul magic.]

Hope we're on the right track then.

[He tries to step up the speed just a little, see how Reeve takes.]

We getting warmer?

[The moving faster doesn't help too much, because it makes him dizzy. But the man grits his teeth and puts up with it. At last he nods. Yes, he... thinks it's a touch better.]

Either it's better, or it's a placebo.

[Whoops. Just don't get sick on him, Reeve.]

Let's hope for the former. We gotta teach Mini other games besides hide-n-seek.

[His stomach is most definitely strong enough to avoid that. For now.]

He didn't mean it.

[Rude can't help but be defensive of the little guy. Sure, he's playful and excited about the world, but Mini-C would never want to hurt him.]

I'm sure he didn't. Like a kid, isn't he? Curiosity got the better of him. It happens.

[Cayde looks around as they continue, but he realizes that something so small and light as Mini-C isn't going to leave much of a visible trail to follow. He slows a little, hoping to give Reeve more of a chance to suss out the doll's location.]

Not curiosity. We were... testing ourselves. I can see through him.

[Yes, it is feeling a little better in this direction. Less like his head is in several vice grips and is now less vices.]

He's a child, though. And so limited compared to his brother.

That still counts as curiosity in my book. On both your parts. Shame on you.

[He jests, and if it isn't obvious enough by his tone, he offers a wink besides.]

Ruined cities aren't exactly the greatest places for kids to be wandering alone. At least he wasn't by the lake thingy.

[Don't shame him. Neither of them had expected this sort of problem.]

He's light enough to float if he was by the lake.

[You needa learn to lighten up, Reeve. That said, Cayde's not abandoning this mission.]

Oh. Well then. ...won't he soak though? Eh- we'll worry about that later.

We getting close?

[Lighten up? His best friend/child is a stuffed cat. But yes, it's hurting less and less the more the go this way.]

Easier to breathe. Yeah. Probably this way. Still... hurts. A lot.

Maybe you should give him a little bell or something to make noise with.

[That's if the little guy's still able to move, but with Reeve already struggling as he is, Cayde won't bring up that possibility.]

Oh good. Let's see. Was he trying to climb anything before you lost contact with him or was his path pretty straightforward.

[The little guy hadn't been much of a climber from what he recalls, although he supposes scaling small mounds or broken foundations isn't completely impossible.]

Don't have a bell. Or I would. Would have to sew it to him, he has no fingers.

[Poor Mini-Ca can only carry things by gripping them to his chest.]

I... don't think he was trying to. He's harder to be with when he's further.

I'm sure we can improvise or something. Ooh, make him a hat! Or a fancy scarf. Personally I'm partial to cloaks.

[Although his is more a raggedy scarf at this point.]

Hm. Well, looking around here, there only seem so many places a little guy like that can go. ...I really hope it's not the hole.

I'll have to show you how his older brother looked when I can draw.

[Cait Sith always had a cape and crown, not to mention boots. Then again, Cait Sith had been a full on robot, and far more independent than his little brother now is.]

Each step makes the pain less. This is, if nothing else, the general correct path. but for him to have crossed the limits so fast and not been able to return, something must have fallen. Him or something onto him.

I'll forward to it then.

[Cayde nods thoughtfully as he continues to monitor the surroundings as they go.]

Given the state of some of the buildings, not something to be ruled out if something's collapsed. Hope he's all right.

Me too. I don't... I don't know if he'd know if he was hurt. He's not destroyed.

[That would end the pain.]

That's good at least.

[He'd feel bad if it were otherwise. He kind of likes the little guy!]

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<small[Reeve likes him too, and needs to get his friend a sturdier form. And, with another few steps he lets out a deep sigh of relief.]</small>

He's still insensible from concern. But... he's within twenty-five yards. The pain is mostly gone. I need... a moment to focus.

[Obligingly Cayde slows to a stop.]

Alrighty. Let me know when you've got our next heading.

[Reeve nods thankfully and then closes his eyes, trying to reach out to the little doll, to see through its button eyes. Except...]

It's dark. Or, very dim? He doesn't have good gauge of the difference. There is concrete or something like it around him. And dust. He's... He says it's slightly damp. But I can't get more. He fell, and he's stuck.

That doesn't much narrow things down. Except for maybe the damp, but even then...

[Cayde looks about again.]

You can't tell the direction?

I could only figure that because it hurt less to walk that way. Our bond doesn't normally work like that. I can see through his eyes and command him. I can't tell where he is otherwise.

Okay. But we're within range of him now. Can you walk all right to split up so we can widen our efforts a little, or you still need another leg?

[He could use another leg, but he doesn't want to bother Cayde. So he just nods and moves away from the man.]

I shall try not to fall as well.

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