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[un_fated]

[The feed flickers briefly before it reveals a young woman eyeing the camera -- and then who doesn't seem to want to look at it, glaring off beyond it with a faint scowl. A fleck of what looks like blood marks her cheek.]

[This is Uruki . . . who has been here since November, and yet never posted to the main network.]

Stephanie Brown is gone.

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permavoice

[ebony_mask]

Gone gone, or just dead?

[un_fated]

[Uruki goes to voice, but not before a slight shift of the eyebrows.]

Just gone.

Take it you've got a preference.

[ebony_mask]

How do you know?

[un_fated]

That you've got a preference, or that she's gone?

[ebony_mask]

That she's gone.

[un_fated]

Hasn't been home for a couple days. Hasn't been into work, either. Few other methods.

[ebony_mask]

Could have been kidnapped.

[un_fated]

[A noise in her throat -- amusement or derisive? Maybe both.]

That one wouldn't go easy. She'd have left clues.

Besides, who'd want her?

[Faintly pointed question, that.]

[ebony_mask]

[Definite amusement in Roman's voice.]

That's bull.

[un_fated]

[Tone deliberately neutral, even light.]

Yeah?

[ebony_mask]

Well, she didn't leave any clues the last two times I killed her.

[un_fated]

[Well, isn't that special. Is there such thing as a pale flush? If there is, Uruki attains it, a lack of color washing over her cheeks, her mouth pressed into a thin, tight line.]

Disappointed you didn't get her this time, then?

[How exactly anyone manages to kill someone twice can be left for another time. This one isn't going to get the satisfaction of the question.]

[ebony_mask]

A little, but there's no use crying over spilled milk, as it were.