17 [Video] Backdated to the early morning hours of the 21st.
[There is blood all over Rhode's white stockings, and she is kneeling on the ground a crumpled form, her umbrella over her shoulder as she peers down at the body before her. It is impaled with numerous black and purple wax candles, but Rhode doesn't look remotely bothered, and she smiles.
It doesn't reach her eyes.]
You're lucky.
[Rhode whispers the line, and she gets to her feet, unfolding the umbrella to shield herself from the rain fully. She then stoops and picks up her PDA -- to show a little more closely that her skin is ash grey, her crown of thorns his present, and her bright golden eyes are ice cold.]
Allen.
Come pick him up before he makes me regret my mercy.
[And the PDA is clicked off.]
It doesn't reach her eyes.]
You're lucky.
[Rhode whispers the line, and she gets to her feet, unfolding the umbrella to shield herself from the rain fully. She then stoops and picks up her PDA -- to show a little more closely that her skin is ash grey, her crown of thorns his present, and her bright golden eyes are ice cold.]
Allen.
Come pick him up before he makes me regret my mercy.
[And the PDA is clicked off.]