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[wheyoftheadept]

[Saturday is rubbing sleep from her face as she talks, hair disheveled and her bunk in the background.  The sounds is slightly unsynced, just enough to be annoying, and the image is tinted purple.  Still, it's coherent]

Hey, crew.  We've all had a real fucking night an' I'm sorry to add more, but this might be useful.  I think I just a clue from like, some kinda supernatural dream-traveling hint-dispenser?  Called themselves Cain and Abel, gave me a choice between a secret and a mystery, I picked mystery 'cause it meant I could tell you guys about it.

Man, I hope this sounds familiar to someone.

It was Cain I talked to, he told me a story about two brothers who uh - fuckin' hell - one killed the other because they were both in love with some invisible chick named Bell but she hadn't picked him.  Their parents thought the one brother just flipped out and did murder for some fuckin' reason, because they thought Belle was fictional?  Someone who knows what they're doing, start asking me some questions because I don't know how this is supposed to be relevant, but the dude said it was and he was for real.  I got some experience an' I know when the dream I'm having didn't come outta my own head.

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[parannoyed]

I didn't have an exact number. Not with...with the kind of life I've led.

But it was the right...ball park.

[He wasn't some kind of psycho that kept an exact running tally but...]

She knew how many people...I've killed. She whispered the number... and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Before dropping an elevator...and several grenades. On my head.

[wheyoftheadept]

...some kinda cosmic revenge deal, maybe?

[parannoyed]

[Wash shakes his head.]

I don't think she was...angry about it.

Attacking us was...something else. Dave and I caught her. The latex mask was obvious...in the light. She was still dripping blood.

Fresh off a kill. I think trying to kill us was...her covering her tracks.

Who I killed... that was different. She kissed me. When she said the number, she seemed...grateful? Proud? Complimentary? I don't know which.

[fromfryingpantofire]

[Sam's been listening in on this intently, because there are clues, damn it.]

[The tapping of the pen against paper is more staccato now, as he tries to put things together.]

That's an interesting way for her to react. If we had an idea of who, exactly, she'd gone after among Jorgmund...

[He shakes his head after scratching down a note.] I wonder if Tenten and Setsuna were similar, though. Only attacked because they interrupted or were just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

[parannoyed]

Or maybe she got bored.

She seemed like she was having a good time. During the fight. Even if she wanted us out of the way quickly. You could see it in her eyes.

[A shudder rolls through his body at the memory of the gleam in her eyes when she shoved the shiv into his knee.]

She was enjoying herself.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Boredom's not impossible, I suppose.

Maybe she's testing us. Playing with us, trying to figure out what she's dealing with.

Or she might just be a cat and we're all mice.

[parannoyed]

I think it's the latter.

And also she didn't want witnesses.

[fromfryingpantofire]

That's not exactly great news, I'll be honest. I mean, cats don't understand that they're being cruel. She likely does and gets off on it. Which means she's probably going to escalate.

Which, given the damage she's already left behind, is...definitely worrying.