sept (Backdated to the 31st.)

[fractured_white]

Rubedo. We need to talk, now. Come to my house. *That may or may not be confusion in his voice.*

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[chaoschildofgod]

Well, I know this voice. But you sound somehow upset, Albedo.

[fractured_white]

*He already knew you were here, so no surprise there. He would make a mocking greeting comment, but he's in a bad mood right now.* This is none of your business, Yeshua.

[chaoschildofgod]

Then perhaps you should have been more careful about who heard you.

[fractured_white]

I don't particularly care to spend time trying to figure out how to direct messages on this primitive device at the moment.

[bulletserenade]

[As tempted as he is to be snarky at Albedo, there's something about that tone of voice...

So he'll be knocking on your door.]

[fractured_white]

*He doesn't come to the door, instead he just calls out, assuming nobody else would visit.* Come in, Rubedo.

[bulletserenade]

[A shrug as he opens the door and walks in.]

...I'm here.

[fractured_white]

*He's holding Theta in his lap...or at least her body. She's pale and clearly not breathing, as her upper body is bare aside from a bra. Her lip has an open wound on it and there's a scratch on the left side of her face along with several more running down the side of her neck. On her chest is a cut starting right below her collar bone and running down a few inches before suddenly jerking to the side and ending under her arm. There's another cut on her right side. But most noticeably is a stab wound in her upper abdomen, the angle of the wound looking as if it goes into her chest. And Albedo does not look happy.* What's going on, Rubedo?