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[poisonedarrows]

Dessa's going to kill me.

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[pretty_feather]

...and why will I kill you? *looks like she thinks she should be upset but isn't sure WHY yet*

[pretty_feather]

*represses another sharp retort and takes the breaths*

[poisonedarrows]

Are we calm now? Can we speak without screaming?

[pretty_feather]

*through slighty gritted teeth* Yes.

[poisonedarrows]

Good girl.

He didn't give me any details. Just that he wanted him, and if I tried to stop him, he would kill me. He had a knife in my back, so I was inclined to believe him.

[pretty_feather]

*grits her teeth again, but not in anger at Roy, anger at the situation*

...Fuck. Where did he take him, do you know? Did he say what he wanted other than Theo?

[poisonedarrows]

Refused to tell me much. Didn't want to give me anything I could use against him.

[pretty_feather]

Goddammit. Fucking goddammit! *knows there's not exacty much she can do and hates her powerlessness*

*slumps on the couch, kicks the coffee table* FUCK.

[poisonedarrows]

Now now. What'd that coffee table ever do to you?

[pretty_feather]

*shoots a major, dark glare at Roy* It's here and in kicking range and I need to hit something. Or... do something. *major frustration*

[poisonedarrows]

Go find something constructive to do. We can't do anything about it now.

[pretty_feather]

*doesn't have anything that needs to be done* What about you?

[poisonedarrows]

Go exercise on the roof or something. Practice.

What about me what?

[pretty_feather]

What are you going to do?

[poisonedarrows]

Why should I do anything? He's not my friend.

[pretty_feather]

I don't mean about him, I meant- fuck. Never mind. Fuck it.

*stands and heads for the door* I'm going flying, I'll be back later.