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[cold_magdalen]

"Hath any here killed a father? How wast done

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[sparrowblade]

Rhianna has been doing too much lingering around the Nexus, but for a change she looks well-rested, maybe even happy. She remembers Magda, and while the question isn't one she has an answer for (or would care to), she knows well enough the look of bad sleep and worse dreams.

"I cannot answer you, but can I ask you something?"

Typist: I am not stalking you, I swears! -_^

[cold_magdalen]

"Indeed, what would you ask?"

[sparrowblade]

"Do you sleep?"

It's clear she already knows the answer to this.

[cold_magdalen]

"That's the question?"

[fireburned]

"What the fuck, girl."

Harvestman is not really appropriate for anyone, sorry.

[cold_magdalen]

Primly, "It is a fair question."

[fireburned]

"No, it's a goddamn insane question, and I sure as hell ain't the only one who thinks so."

[cold_magdalen]

"Thou hast thine enemies and I have mine."

[sinner01]

"Now there's a question to intrigue," Aion says with a curious look. "Though perhaps your question should have been related to where to find a good night's sleep."

"I never had a father to kill, but matricide is simple, with the proper tools."

[cold_magdalen]

"Indeed I would not kill my mother, for I think her arts would find me out before ever I raised my hand. But an a father may be killed the same way, do you make me intimate of it."

[sinner01]

"Decapitation works just fine, Miss."

What skills do you have, involving 'arts' or combat, miss?" Aion asks. "Any advice I'd offer on strategy or tactics would need that information."

[cold_magdalen]

"No combat. Faith, sir, I am a maid."

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[errantknights]

Still tired, Magdalen? What trouble are you digging for yourself now?

[cold_magdalen]

I am going to make the dreams stop.

[errantknights]

By killing your father. Yes, I see at once.

No, I don't. Details, child.

[cold_magdalen]

They're not my dreams. They're his. They're in his head and they come to me.

[miseardae]

"I've killed quite a few, though none of them were mine." His words are quietly grim, but not at all remorseful. "Why do you ask?"

[cold_magdalen]

"To know the means, sir."

[miseardae]

A wry smile. "That much I'd deduced, yes." He shakes his head slightly. "There are a lot of factors, really. Decisions to be made."

[cold_magdalen]

"Aye?"