Voice Post #7

[redabyssinian]

[There is a tone of fury in Ran's voice as he makes the call. He keeps it in voice to hide what is going on... To hide the details anyways.

He can't let the police or anyone have Ken's body. He's moved his friend elsewhere and just makes this open call. What he has to say is partially a lie but he really doesn't care about that.]There's been a

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[gentle_cruelty]

How presumptuous.

[redabyssinian]

Hardly.

[gentle_cruelty]

Quite a warning for a faceless pool of blood.

[redabyssinian]

A warning that should be quite accurate.

[gentle_cruelty]

The dead don't walk.

[redabyssinian]

I know that.

[gentle_cruelty]

I wouldn't be personally invested in a pool of blood.

[redabyssinian]

You do not have to be.

[gentle_cruelty]

You are.

[redabyssinian]

I've seen it.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Stares, one brow raised. Irial smells deception, can almost taste it]

[redabyssinian]

[Just stares back. Ran isn't about to tell him anything.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial finds this satisfying, and eventually he breaks the stare long enough to smile]

You have seen more than a pool of blood, and the killing is personal. [The faery is not asking. He's thinking aloud]

I don't know why you feel the need to keep it half-concealed. I would tell nothing or everything. That is the part that interests me.

[redabyssinian]

You're assuming things.

[And hitting the nail on the head.]

[gentle_cruelty]

Your silence is more telling than your short answers.

I know how to play this game. I've had several of your lifetimes to perfect it, precious.

[redabyssinian]

This is no game.