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[movesthecoin]

{Occurs after this.}She'd been here long enough to get a sense of the strings; how tense some of them were, how inflexible they would be ... and most importantly, how to prevent things from getting to the endpoint that her brain was keeping her fixed on. Erik would be the most difficult, for he didn't make his connections lightly and they were

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[hearsurthoughts]

"Let her go, Erik!" and Charles is running across the lawn, cheeks bright red and blue eyes livid. It's rare that Charles gets angry, but seeing a guest in his care abused, threatened, and by someone he thought better than that--

"Please, my friend," and his voice was softer as he slowed, "don't hurt her. Rain, my dear, I'm very sorry. We'll have this cleared up soon."

[movesthecoin]

Erik was actually in the process of releasing Rain as Charles came running up; she slid down to her knees on the grass to catch her breath.

She wasn't angry; this was the best things probably could have done. She hadn't even passed out. She couldn't talk just yet, though, so she merely looked at Charles with a slightly weak smile.

Erik himself is still angry, although he's now confused on top of that - a dangerous thing.

[hearsurthoughts]

Charles runs by Erik to kneel beside her, checking her breathing, stroking her hair and asking very gently if she was all right.

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"Fine," she manages after a moment, letting out a cough.

Erik, for his part, doesn't wish to deal with anything that Rain has brought up for him; he heads back toward the house.

Rain makes a vague attempt to bat his hand away. Really.

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