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Scriabin is back in the Nexus, surprise surprise. But what's even more surprising is how he flickers around the edges at first, before becoming more solid, how he's crouched down and half curled-in on himself, the crazed look on his face that he's half trying to hide with his arms. He's ranting, talking to no one in particular, a thread of panic making his voice shrill. "Fuck. Fuck! I don't know what I, I fucked up, Edgar?! Shit, I killed him, I think I- I... Johnny fucking killed him this time, shit, I'll kill him, I can't, I can't get back... I think he's dead, I really think he's dead this time, I was wrong, I couldn't... what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do now?!"
((Invoking any other Vargas characters like WHOA. Failing that, any Vasquez-verse characters; Nny or Edgar or Squee or Devi or Jimmy in particular would be loved by me and possibly attacked by Scriabin. *tempts and invokes~*))
((Invoking any other Vargas characters like WHOA. Failing that, any Vasquez-verse characters; Nny or Edgar or Squee or Devi or Jimmy in particular would be loved by me and possibly attacked by Scriabin. *tempts and invokes~*))