[log] i have so much rage. just waiting for someone to wrong me.

[apostatised]

While there are a lot of things in the world that Martel prioritizes above modern technology, and especially above 'disliking modern technology' - at the end of the day he's really not fond of it. He can't help it; he's a man of his era, and it'll be a long time before he's quite comfortable in Candice's world or with the trappings of it. It's a nuisance, now, that ignorance; when magical means of tracing the source of Severus's transmission fail him, he's left frustrated and without the knowledge to try something else.

Or the inclination to use the phone himself, also, but one way or another he does manage to get a hold of Grif, to meet him and see if he can't do something with the damn thing.

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Grif arrives a few minutes after Martel, appearing out of one of his usual green teleportals and removing his helmet once he's sure that things are stable. He's probably a bit more heavily armed than Martel might be used to seeing him, with his guns racked on an additional backpack rather than the armor itself.

"Hey. Your message wasn't very clear, so I just kind of loaded up for bear. So, what's up?"