Stupid girl.
[A quarter of the screen is smirched by something dark and viscous; something that runs thick down the view, making the picture imperfect. What might be seen, as the Forge is jostled, is a claustrophobic space littered with gore,
evidence of a recent fight. And, of course, one very, very unhappy Awakened Being.]
Stupid, silly girl. You think she'd know better.
There's only so much foolishness I can tolerate.
[Private]
Jennifer is dead. [No cushioning the blow, no beating around the bush. That would require something like empathy.] I thought it prudent to inform the both of you.
[OOC: backdated to
a little after this.]