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[malfattore]

{Here the screen fills again with that darling little face, all goggles and indifference, head tilting one side to the other as he thinks on his words. From what you can see within the frame, he's reclined comfortably on a purple couch, right hand holding the Forge aloft as the other remains unseen

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[voice]

[photosbythebed]

[That lock of...officially, but there's been an unofficial search that has turned up nothing but fuck all, dread and little sleep.]

Where are you?

[The couch is familiar, and so are you. Putting all thoughts of the carnage at the brothel as far out of her mind as she can - which is far enough to keep her voice even. She didn't see the worst of it, but she heard.]

[voice]

[malfattore]

{Well you can sleep soundly! She's in excellent care.

For a human hackey sack, anyway.}

In my home. Where are you, hm?

{It sucks being typecast. Just ask that schmuck who plays Kelso. Granted, there weren't any whore massacres in That 70s Show.}

[voice] okay so codefail ate some of my above post idek pretend that first line made sense

[photosbythebed]

[Yeah, no.]

I could be on my way to you, depending on who I talk to and how forthcoming they are.

[It's more matter of fact than threatening - more careful than caustic.

Is there anything inside to even try and appeal to? He's right - he could have killed whoever he has - and she's still not sure he hasn't. But this ...just doesn't quite match up with his previous [?] self [?] (are they different?).]

How is her health now?

[It might not be Shirley at all. Right now, she doesn't know if that's better or worse.

GDI if she'd thought to bring Lugus, maybe he'd stir a little if she got close. He'd grown more fragile by the day. Who's to say what she'll find when she returns home.

(It's not much of a home without Shirley.)]

U R SO N00B AERI, GAWD

[malfattore]

I'm sure you can understand my hesitance in giving away exactly where I am, given how many here wish to see me strung up.

{true enough}

I've done what I can with what I had. Her wounds were multiple, but hardly serious. I'm merely staying close until she wakes. A mentor of mine told me once that the unconscious can only benefit from human touch when scrabbling their way back to reality...

{that, and he's rather enjoying having an utterly vulnerable morsel of prey draped over his lap. who wouldn't!}

You are?

Video.

[supercilious]

[ Not exactly a knight in shining armor lately. Nor particularly familiar with that masked face, beyond the knowledge gained reading the network the last time he was here: enough for mistrust, but not outright anger. ]

It would probably help if we could see her.

Video.

[malfattore]

She's my patient, and unable to give me permission to broadcast her identity. When she is, I'll be more than happy to oblige.

{snerk.}

She is, however, roughly 5'4", lithe and... attractive? I suppose? Non lo so.

{and that's all you get!}

Video.

[supercilious]

[ He only knows two redheads. And one of them, at least, is fine. But, that didn't automatically mean... ]

Is she one of the Scorched? Does she have a Forge?

Video.

[malfattore]

I've no idea if she's Scorched. She had nothing with her but the clothes on her back, which are properly ruined.

{Yeah, I'll be keeping bits of said clothing, just for personal delight.}

voice;

[theotokos]

Oh, are you pretending that you care? How cute.

voice;

[malfattore]

Not near as cute as your sarcasm, la mia donna!

voice;

[theotokos]

Fuck off. What the hell did you do this time?

voice;

[malfattore]

Found someone and took her in before other someones picked her clean.

{listen close enough and you can hear the eyes rolling}

I realize you're expecting something properly gory, but I'm afraid I cannot supply.

[turquoice]

Is she conscious?

[malfattore]

Not at the moment, no.

[turquoice]

When she is, I'd like to speak with her.

[malfattore]

You're more than welcome to.