ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴀᴅɪᴏ; ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀsᴛ 1

[mediary]

Good morning, 'joys and boys, this is your favorite deejay-slash-local nerd-slash-informant, Red Hood, proudly presenting yet another broadcast from WKIL-109 FMX. Been a while, I know you all missed me to bits and pieces!

For anyone listening, the weather sucks, and that's the closest you're getting to a forecast, because I'm not a meteorologist and that's not my job. [ You can practically hear the grin in his voice as Red Hood slides across his broadcasting setup, tapping away at some sort of machine--either to play tracks, or to do something else entirely. This is becoming a weekly thing, and his position as, literally, shock jockey, is one that Red's attached to, dangerous or not. ]

What is actually my job is to play some ridiculously shiny tunes for you guys while you're off triumphing over evil, which I'll get to in a minute, after we talk about the other kinds of tracks on the radio. 

I'm taking all callers for the next two hours. Update me on your position, and I'll update you on who's on your back. Keep safe out there, because if you're surviving acid rain, might as well survive being a revolutionary. I'm keeping an eye out for the Big Bad Wolf--this is Red Hood, over and out. Let's get this thing rolling. 

[With that said, he turns up a loud song and sits back, radio mic resting on his chest, feet kicked up on the desk. ]

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[mediary]

Something my mom used to call me. [ Red can't help his grin, imitating cheerfully: ] Learn well you must, young padawan. It's from an old movie.

[ He feels awful for the poor girl. He's barely heard from any of the members of her little wolf pack--occasionally shared a communication life with Grey Wind, a proud sounding man who used some of his tracker information and even patched back in to say thank you.

There's not much he can do besides keep the dracs off her tail, and by off her tail, he means literally as far away as possible. ] Tell you what, Cat, I'm gonna send you some backup.

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[nymeriarya]

[She hears Red's voice take on a slightly more whimsical tone, and she can't help but crack a little smile. It reminds her of something Ghost might do.

He mentions the word 'backup', though, and that peaks her interest. Her hands and feet are practically itching to move, she's been hiding out in this metal skull all day. She'd like nothing more than to find something, anything to eat and to stretch her legs.

But she wonders who he would even send, since there was no word from any of them. Maybe he knew Ghost's location, if he hadn't been dusted.]

How will your men know to find me?

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[mediary]

[ He ponders that for a second, then shifts across the small space and presses a button on a transmission, catching up with exactly the man for the job and muttering something into it before taking the mic and pressing it to the other doombox.

Sure enough, there's a long, elegant, almost inhuman from the other end, crackling to life through his speakers, and he waits for Big Bad to stop being such a drama queen and finish, then brings it back to his mouth. ]

Pack finds pack.

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[nymeriarya]

[Somehow, as she listens to the deep howling on the other end, Cat can't help but wonder if it's the same scratchy-voiced man who spoke to her earlier, after she'd hidden in the skull from the rain. She sounds off to Big Bad with her own little howl. It's certainly not as long or as convincing as his, but it'll do.]