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[fauconnerie]

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[assombris]

[ upset doesn't even begin to cover how kate feels and it aggravates her more. she's not supposed to let her emotions control her. this is not what she trained for. this is not how you carry about--

it was a whole street. a whole goddamn street.

there's a low growl from her as she punches the wall next to her. once, twice. sorry next door neighbor. the picture frame she's hung up falls from its hook and cracks against the floor. ]

[fauconnerie]

[ he's watching and the punch in the wall makes him jerk back and tense but he keeps from flying off and waits on his perch on the sill.

okay she won't... acknowledge him so he might as well speak up. albeit. very tentatively. since she seems pretty pissed. ]

< K-Kate? >

[assombris]

[ her eyes dart to her window and her tense body relaxes, albeit slowly ]

Tobias. [ awkward timing ]

[fauconnerie]

[ he hesitates and lowers his head, shrinking his posture. typical sign of being the submissive one. ]

< Sorry if I was... interrupting something. >

[assombris]

Beating up my wall? You saved it. [ she bends over to pick up the frame. she's got her suit on but the mask is taken off, along with the wig. ]

[fauconnerie]

[ ... ah. this is the first time he's seen her as just kate. her hair looks strange that short. he kinda.. tilts his head to the side ]

< Are... are you okay? >

[assombris]

No.

We just let a all-powerful and power seeking bastard walk away. There must have been one hundred people on that street!

[fauconnerie]

< How did he... just walk away? >

[ his birdy stomach kind of lurches at the thought. ]

[assombris]

He left us with a farewell note. [ sarcasmmmm ] All he needed was a typical, maniacal laughter and we might all have just been punched in the face.

Menethil's gone south and I highly doubt anyone else is going to follow.

[fauconnerie]

[ pause. and tilting his head. ]

< I could... >

[ you know. follow. ]

[assombris]

[ firmly: ]

No.

Not you.

[ she doesn't even bother with the bits of glass on floor and instead goes to flop on a chair ]

[fauconnerie]

[ THIS SURPRISES HIM. WHAT. ]

< I'd -- No one would suspect a hawk though... And unless.. he could fly. >

[ he'd be safe... ]

[assombris]

[ shaking her head ]

Not going to risk that. We don't need more blood from innocent people.

[fauconnerie]

[ lowering his head. ]

< Alright. Sorry. What are we going to do then..? >

[assombris]

Tracking him... at least figuring out what he's up to and what business he has with Riful.

[ yeah, you can totes see where this is going ]

[fauconnerie]

< Oh... oh no. >

[ yeah he sees it ]

< Maybe this'll be... a one time thing. >