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[lamortdeshommes]

[There is a click and then a loud squirting noise as Isabella is blasted with a jet of water. There is a shriek of rage followed by a crash as the comm is thrown across the room.]

Nod's son...

[There are footsteps, before sounds of the comm being picked up.]

Haine. We should talk. Very soon. Come find me.

Text: Locked to Greed [Unhackable]

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[sonotyourdog]

Like I would know where you are.

[lamortdeshommes]

My room, of course...

[sonotyourdog]

How obvious.

[He's on his way.]

[lamortdeshommes]

[Sitting on the bed, curled up with a copy of her Bible.]

Comment log, of course.

[sonotyourdog]

[He knocks on the door, its quick and he waits. Just what the hell was so damn important?

"Maybe she wants to drink your blood~"

There was a scoff at that.]

Of course!

[lamortdeshommes]

Come in.

[Isabella shuts her book, smiling honestly as Haine enters.]

How have you been, niño?

[sonotyourdog]

Fine. If this was the thing you wanted to talk to me about, you could have done it over these.

[He raised the device while frowning like usual, but his muscles seemed a bit tense. Still resisting that unknown urge to hug Isabella.]

[lamortdeshommes]

Sit, please.

[It was not an order, but a request.]

Why do you dislike me so much?

[sonotyourdog]

If I don't answer you, you'll demand an answer and prevent me from leaving. Right?

[The albino glanced around for a chair to sit down in.]

I dislike alot of people.

[lamortdeshommes]

No, I will not.

[And she's rather serious about it.]

But why do you dislike me? I'm not other people. I'm Isabella.

[sonotyourdog]

Because I don't need to be looked after.

[He glanced over to her, watching.]

I can take care of myself.

[lamortdeshommes]

[She bites her tongue for a moment.]

Is it so bad to be cared for? I wish Father was still around to look after me...

[sonotyourdog]

That's your personal opinion, not mine.

[He started to rise, that dog chain of his jingling with his movement.]

I have my reasons for not trusting females. ...Since you've probably heard there's a few experimented, human weapons on board; you can guess why.

[lamortdeshommes]

Hmmph.

[She looks out the heavily shaded window, having nothing better to say.]

[sonotyourdog]

I take that as a no.

[He frowned as he tugged at his neck bandage, pulling it off.]

There's one other person on this ship who has a collar in their necks. We were both under the care of a woman named Angelica Einstellson. She acted like she was our mother but that didn't work out.

[lamortdeshommes]

[She growls.]

What happened?