#v : 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 ‚ arc ii .

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tag dump iv. -- please ignore.

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v       :       𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬       ‚       arc i.

v       :       𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧       ‚       arc ii .

v       :       𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬       ‚       arc iii.

v       :       𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴       ‚       arc iv.

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dyn :: bloodwr4th / kol : 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. dyn :: fr4sell / dorian : 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗶𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘆𝘀𝘀. dyn :: dgrayd / peter : 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁. dyn :: damon / damnatore : 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. dyn :: wednesday / miercolaes : 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘀.ᐟ dyn :: abra / roznrot : 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵.

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Her visage expressionless,     her plush lips remained neutral and dispassionate. Nausicaä hadn’t been surprised by the other’s defense mechanisms, especially when regarding the kind of being that the woman was.     ❛     Usually,     your kind can detect a scent or some kind of alternate clue as to where the perpetrator might have run off to.     ❜     

She stated it matter-of-factly,     and just to be certain,     she knelt in front of the cadaver,     and it was assuredly as lifeless and moribund as ever she had seen one. This wasn’t the first cold body she had come across,     and the way her premonitions were panning out,     it wouldn’t be the last,     either.     ❛     It should matter.     Do you think they deserved what they got?     Does humanity mean that little to you?     ❜     Nausicaa knew that she wasn’t the person behind it, but she could be useful in figuring out what the hell was going on.     

❛     Nobody in trying to get you caught up in anything.     Maybe you are a little on edge on account of what you saw at the bar.     ❜     Shaking out her raven hair mechanically,     she stood and motioned toward the bar.     ❛     I’m not leaving without more information,     but you are free to do as you please.     ❜  

she is already dead.

Said as if she was the culprit, Jessie scoffs. " That doesn't mean anythin' to me. I turned her over an' she looked blue in the face. Dead when we got here. " Jessie says blankly, emerald gaze moving from the bloodied corpse at their feet to the woman in front of her. " I ain't the one who killed her, though — somebody else must be lurkin' round here an' tryin' t'get me caught. Saw them both at the bar an' you would've thought they were gonna kill each other by the way they was arguin'."