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[solo_insanity]

[There is a knocking on your door. Insistent. Loud. It doesn't matter really where you live or what fake address you've given him to where you live, he'll venture the halls.

It is a nice day. Warm sunshine if one looks. Why waste it?]

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[failingfelicity]

[In a sun dress, heavily pregnant, and more than a bit surprised to find him knocking at her door. Her first response is to strike out but she stays it for the moment, hoping she won't regret the decision in a few moments.]

What do you want?

[solo_insanity]

Is it truly? And how did you come to this conclusion?

[failingfelicity]

The only other option is that I belong to it. And I won't believe that.

[solo_insanity]

Or it is a foreign substance. Like a disease. You have to admit some of those who harbor Innocence have the same sentiment.

Besides, how long will you be able to keep it safe? [He isn't being very descriptive, but he is alluding to her not born child.]

[failingfelicity]

Are you saying they're the same thing?

[She grits her teeth.] As long as I need to.

[solo_insanity]

They can be to different people. I'm surprised you haven't seen it. The wounds it leaks is festering all over this place.

[He straightens the cuffs of his coat as he pulls off the wall.] Ah, but in the end, I'm leaving the choice up to you. It seems enough for you to want to destroy for. I just hope it is yourself. [Make no mistake Miranda, there is still no love lost between them.]

You know, if you continue to behave yourself we may be able to coexist even in this place. I'm sure you can. But I won't spend more time worrying about such trifles. There are more important things to do.

[failingfelicity]

I've been staying out of the way lately.

[She glares.] That won't happen.

If that's the case than you can leave now. I'm sick of talking to you.

[solo_insanity]

[Tyki straightens and heads for the door with a nod, but he looks back at her before he leaves.]

But let me make on thing very clear, my dear. That weapon is to solve your own internal problems. If I find it in the back of any other Noah, I won't stop by for idle conversation next time. Traitor you may be, but some of us still hold the family in high regard.

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[failingfelicity]

[For a moment, Miranda is genuinely surprised.]

I wouldn't-

[failingfelicity]

[...And then she simply smirks.]

Think what you want, Tyki Mikk. You don't understand it anyways. [Which is rather hypocritical of her at the moment, considering she barely understands herself, even now. But she's never been one to care about that anyways.]

[solo_insanity]

My, my, glad we are on the same page.

[He'll make good on his threat should she use that weapon for anything but its intended purpose. But he walks through the wall and out of the room.]

[failingfelicity]

[She watches him leave, and only once he's well and gone does she truly relax. Then she flops into a nearby chair, eying the dagger the whole while. What a gift he's given her, indeed...]