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[abadmother]

MARIA! MARIA, WHERE ARE YOU! ANSWER ME, MARIA!

[the woman's voice is bordering- no, long past desperation]

MARIA!

[and this is the sound of one shotgun reloading]

IS THIS YOUR DOING, BEATRICE?! THEN COME OUT!

[ooc; if you'd like to action thread with the very angry mother with the shotgun... feel free, setting: xanadu]

Comments

[brbmindbullets]

You're creating a lot of unnecessary noise. Cease.

1/2

[abadmother]

Unnecessary. Noise?

[abadmother]

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

[brbmindbullets]

Someone unappreciative of your post.

[abadmother]

If you don't know where my daughter is, then go! Why would you even bother opening your mouth!

[brbmindbullets]

Most children are afraid of gunshots.

[abadmother]

You don't know anything about my Maria!

[brbmindbullets]

No, but it's not brought results.

[abadmother]

You don't know why that is!

[brbmindbullets]

There is also the possibility that she's not even arrived in the City.

[abadmother]

It's impossible! She was just with me!

[brbmindbullets]

I find it hard to believe that no one's told you about the City yet.

[abadmother]

Like I believe in something that sounds like it was made up by a child!

[brbmindbullets]

Being a child has nothing to do with it if it's true.

[abadmother]

"The City"? Really?

[brbmindbullets]

The City. Curses. Deities.

Yes.