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<span style="font-size: 40px;"><strong><center>C-RMV02</center></strong></span>
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<h1>Puzzle</h1>
<p style="text-align:center;font-size: 20px">“Crashing down.”<br>
See: C-ALL03 | 3 Words</p>
<h1>Clue</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">What exactly is said to be 'crashing down' on them?</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 2: <span class="spoiler-text">Or, I suppose, which card?</span></span><br>

<h1>Answer and Explanation</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Nine Of Swords</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">This is the card said to be 'crashing down' on them in ALL03.</span></span>
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<h1>Summary of Receipt</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h1>Transcript</h1>
<span>NUMBER: RMV02<br>
PRIORITY: CAFE<br>
DATE: 19-7-17<br>
CUSTOMER & ORDER: VISAYAS, COFFEE BLACK<br>
SERVER: H.R.<br>

We managed to find Loveland! That’s the good news. The bad news is that the Dark seems to want him for something. They’ve had Visayas out looking for him for the past few days. Apparently, Loveland escaped from Mayda on his own… though something doesn’t quite add up. Well, actually, a lot of things don’t seem to be adding up. Hm… many threads all tangled up.

Peace, Love, and Joy!

<b>S.O.T.</b>

Manager: Oi, you reckon that’s our guy? Our customer?

H.R.: Or a really big frog! You think he speaks English?

Manager: One way to find out—Hey! Frog!

[H.R. pulled the Manager down and put her hand over his mouth.]

H.R.: Do you want to scare the little guy?!

Manager: Right—sorry. Got an idea… So…pyta sohocar…ah…tav? I’okili ets…maie?

Loveland: HELLO!!

[Loveland waved in the distance.]

Manager: Thank the Bird; he speaks English. My Maydaian is beyond rusty.

[H.R. and the Manager waved back.]

H.R.: You speak Maydaian?

Manager: I dabble in all the demonic languages.

Loveland: Hello!! How are you? Me? I am very good! Though, you simply must be mistaken! I do think, and this is very true, I do think this, I do not think you speak Maydaian very well!

Manager: Sorry. Human error. What’d I manage to say?

Loveland: Frog boy, we’re friendly! That is silly! I am not a frog!

Manager: …sorry… then what are you?

Loveland: A normal human boy, of course.

H.R.: Huh.

Manager: This can’t be some bloody Grimm situation, can it?

Loveland: …Do I not look like a normal human boy?

Manager: Not a bit.

H.R.: Why are you—?

[Visayas swooped out from a nearby Mangrove tree, attempting to grab Loveland.]

Manager: A Remover!

H.R.: Loveland, get back!

Loveland: Love…land?

Visayas: A Remover? I am not merely “a Remover.” I am <b><i>the</b></i> Remover. And you… must be the Cafe and Diner. Rubeus has told me so much about you. Funny running into you out here.

Loveland: Who is the ugly half-lady?

Visayas: You may call me… <i>Destiny.</i>

Manager: Bit self-absorbed, don’t you think?

H.R.: Also, kind of a stripper name.

Loveland: Stripper? I thought Destiny said she was a Remover? The words are similar, yes, but—

Visayas: <b><i>ENOUGH!</b></i> Hand over the Maydaian.

Manager: Over my dead body.

Visayas: You would die for a frog?

Manager: No. Not likely. But a human boy? Yeah.

Visayas: …Human? What—Eugh. It does not matter. Hand him over. Now.

H.R.: What would Umbra want with him anyway?

Visayas: You could say… it is destined.

Manager: Ugh. Seriously? Hey, Destiny? Bugger off.

[The Manager reached into his pocket and retrieved a small vial of a clear substance. He threw it at Visayas, causing her to leave the CaDCom Transcription Range.]

H.R.: Holy water…?

Manager: Garlic holy water. Figured we’d need it at some point.

Loveland: WOW! That was very, very scary. But also, very exciting! Thank you for saving me! I have been running from that ugly half-lady, Destiny, for quite some time.

Manager: Izzat, so? Why?

Loveland: I simply do not know! I am, most likely, very popular.

H.R.: Could be… what are you doing Flipside, anyway?

Loveland: Well, you see, I escaped the Coral Gardens because it is a horrible, horrible prison in Mayda. It is no place for a human boy.

Manager: …The Coral Gardens? Right. Well, suppose we get you home…?

Loveland: <b><i>NO! YOU CANNOT!!</b></i> Please, please, do not send me back there! Please!!

Manager: Customer doesn’t want to be served… now what?

H.R.: You’re asking me?

Manager: I’m on probation, choice?

H.R.: Hmm… I don’t know. But we can’t let the Dark get him, can we?

Manager: We’ll sort it later then. Might as well have our golden dove meet the little guy. See if she can’t sus out why he’s so… “special.”

<b>E.O.T.</b></span>