Ω Sixty - Death to Innocence

[rass_bestie]

[Filter to Government employees and Victor]

[Omega looks shocked and saddened and there's blood.] Good sirs. Miss Parker is dead.

Shot through the back. She must have tried to flee. [Shakes his head. Shouldn't even do that to a man.]

She was a fine woman.

[Private to Ray]

[He opens his mouth to say something. But just succeeds on being sad.]

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[Private]

[shortsghtedlove]

Allan? Is something the matter? [What is it, can it be solved by brutally murdering people :c]

[Private]

[rass_bestie]

Miss Parker is dead. [That schoolteacher he had a crush on.]

[Private]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Ray looks shocked -- and indeed, he is. He hadn't expected that. Even with the outlaws around, he would have expected them to attack the bank, one of the richer townspeople, but not a teacher. Sometimes he forgets how illogical the grunts were, so caught up in his big plans.] I'm sorry Allan. Is there anything I can do? [Find out who it was, he supposes, but the marshals are probably already searching, as well as the Sheriff and his men. And the death of a single school teacher, that isn't cover enough for him to operate.]

[Private]

[rass_bestie]

I need a drink.

[Private]

[shortsghtedlove]

Where?

[Private]

[rass_bestie]

With you. [AKA: Don't give a shit.]

[Private] Has to wait until tomorrow, though :| Need some sleep.

[shortsghtedlove]

Come to my house. [It's said unusually softly and it's an unusual suggestion -- he doesn't normally invite people to his home.]

[Spam]

[rass_bestie]

[He nods, barely registering how unusual it is, and once Miss Parker's body is taken care of, he comes and knocks on Ray's door.]

[Spam]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Ray made sure everything suspicious was hidden -- no one who didn't specifically search for it would find anything.] Allan. [His voice has still that peculiar softness to it and he takes his friend's arm to lead him inside.]

[Spam]

[rass_bestie]

Ray. [He allowed himself be led inside, not really paying much attention to the surroundings.]

[Spam]

[shortsghtedlove]

[They enter his living room and he points in the direction of a small table, two ornate chairs standing beside it.] Sit down. [There are two glasses and a variety of alcohol -- everything, from fine wine to whiskey. Choose your poison, dearest friend.]

[Spam]

[rass_bestie]

[Allan makes for the whiskey. He'll probably work his way down, through wine, finally to water but right this moment he needs a hit.]

[Spam]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Ray pours himself a glass of wine, having no intention to get really drunk. He has a friend to take care of.] How are you?

[Spam]

[rass_bestie]

He picked her up and settled her in her chair. [The whiskey burned down his throat and he paused to let it settle.]

Re: [Spam]

[shortsghtedlove]

Trying to gain time, perhaps? Hmm. Or maybe... [He's speaking to himself, mostly. He doubts it was a planned murder -- that would suggest one of the townspeople as the most likely culprit -- and he doubts there is much of a mystery to solve, probably just an outlaw that the marshals would catch soon enough. It doesn't quite stop him from thinking though, that's too integrated into his nature.]

[Spam]

[rass_bestie]

Given the trail of blood on the floor, he lost more time than he gained. Outta sight, I'd understand.