PC: BEAU

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... So what, you think the Avatars did it?

[headmt]

If they're the ones so concerned with the idea, why wouldn't they?

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I wouldn't be surprised, I guess. It'd make it kind of fucked up, right? Like they brought us here and now they're hunting us for fucking sport?

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[truly their detective skills combined might be worse than nott and jester]

I don't see why they would beyond, well, shits and giggles, I suppose, but-- Fuck. I don't know. I don't know anything. I don't want to know anything, I just want to finish this and go.

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[ their detective agency slogan: we tried, probably ]

I don't either. Look. [ she holds out a hand. take it pls. ] Whatever happens, it's gonna be fine. This kind of stuff doesn't go unsolved.

We'll just stick together, keep our heads down, and get to the end of whatever all of this is.

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[a hand is hers - the one with the snake and the eye on the back, for specifics]

I've got a spell, by the way. Don't know exactly how that works, but-- I can inflict utter agony, if I choose to use it.

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From where? [ wtf ] ... Agony, huh? That's. Something.

[ she's going to just gently tug him. let's go camp out somewhere safe. ] You can use it to defend yourself if you need to.

[headmt]

[He'll follow without complaint. It's been a long day of . . . dragging people to look at the imaginary blood in the elevator. Haha.]

The phone played the worst tune I've ever heard [wow? don't be mean to raffi?] this morning and then I hit some sort of button and I suddenly knew. So that is a thing that happened.

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Like someone just instantly taught you a spell.

I've never heard of a spell that's just like hey, fuck you, and then you lay on the ground in agony though. That seems overpowered. Feels like Caleb would've mentioned that one. [ her plan is to crawl into her room and lock the door and not let molly out of her sight for a bit, honestly, so that's where they're going.

she cannot have just gotten him back only to lose him again because some dick thinks indulging in murdering tieflings is a cool thing to do. ]

[headmt]

A little terrifying, isn't it?

I've never heard of something like it either. Then again, the ones I know I just . . . knew. [well, not exactly the same thing, Molly.] I would guess others got them too. Though if you didn't, then I'm not sure. Again: I don't know anything, really, only bullshitting.

[That's all very fine and good with him, to be honest. For once he doesn't exactly feel like trawling the hallways for a good time. There'd been a sense of a bubble of frantic hedonism only yesterday that seems to have popped a bit with the sudden addition of murder to the mix.]

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I didn't. But you've probably done stuff I haven't.

[ once they're in her room, she goes right to her bed - she's got the loft. she figures he's going to follow.

flopping on the edge of her bed, she shakes out her knuckles - they're bruised and beat up. ]

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[He just assumes it's from wall-punching, and doesn't question further. Beauregard with bruised knuckles certainly isn't an unusual sight. He'll look but he doesn't say anything.]

Ah, maybe.

[He'll just go flop on the other half of the bed, and if she complains she can deal with it.]

You're alright?

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I'm not dead, so I guess that's a step up.

[ she says, with a sigh. ]

... I don't know, he was a good guy, you know? He was young, too. And like. [ she pauses, and then throws herself to lay out flat. ] I've been trying to be a better person, for a while now. I know I signed up for this shit, but it feels wrong to hear about someone die and just - not care?

It's kind of fucking me up a little.

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[Putting his arms behind his head, tail still swaying like a nervous cat, just staring at the ceiling.]

I know.

[A few people had apparently been shocked, or at least confused, to see Molly so unseated by this. It's reassuring to hear that he isn't insane, or too naive or too stupid. He does feel guilty that, well. He's the reason she signed up at all, isn't he?

He turns to look at her at least, studying her for a moment.]

You're a good person. You don't need me to tell you that, but I know you are.

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[ she looks over her shoulder at him, after a moment. ]

... That means something from you. [ she says, a little hoarsely. ] I only figured out how to start being one after you died. It kicked my ass into gear.

[ she fidgets, a little. it's a lot of honesty, but - with someone dead, so abruptly, it just reminds her that she can't keep this shit to herself. if she does, she'll regret it. ]

So I guess you get to hold that shit over my head forever, huh?

[headmt]

[That's . . . a very honest, very kind thing Beau has just said. But he meant what he said. He can see she's trying hard, not the least of which is towards him. He isn't sure he deserves all that goodness from her, but he isn't so free of selfishness he won't take it either. He just wants to return her the favor.]

Isn't the first time today someone's told me I left an impression. This one's much more flattering.

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[ that makes her laugh. she pulls herself up on the bed properly and sprawls out, laying on her stomach with her head on her folded arms. ]

Making friends? [ tease, tease. ]

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Here and there.

[A vague gesture to her hands.]

I see you are too.

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Here and there. [ she repeats. ]

Made friends with a wall, mostly. [ she's also covered in bruises and fucking. bites. sighs. ]