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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[thereneverwas]

I know I'm not dead, [comes out a bit too hurried, almost a snap; he reins it back quickly.]

What I'm saying is,

sometimes a thing isn't what it seems. Innit. [cedric I am begging you]

[dissolving]

Sure. Just —

[ a moment's familiar hesitation. he says what he means more these days, ]

Way it seems, seems pretty shit for 'em. Owe it to try and sort things.

[ cedric does. he's pretty sure barrow didn't punch anyone ]

[thereneverwas]

[a calculating pause,]

...yeah. S'pose so.

Bought one a drink the other night. Seemed nice. Familiar, not in a sneaky way.

[dissolving]

What one?

[thereneverwas]

Clarisse.

[he remembers her name after she told him, at least,]

Blonde girl. Had sort of given up on the grifting part.

[dissolving]

Yeah, we uh. We sorta got into it.

[ sure, we. that definitely wasn't his unilateral decision to start shit and keep escalating it — ]

Good right hand.

[thereneverwas]

Got--

[it takes him a moment to take Cedric's meaning, and then, suddenly, the crystal rings with his laughter.]

She getcha then?

[dissolving]

Reckon 'm a bit out of practice.

[thereneverwas]

[laughter again]

Atta girl.

[he just met her, kind of, but she's already his favorite]

[dissolving]

Yeah, yeah.

[ but laughter beats whatever was on with that pike bit. ]

S'pose we oughta thank the Fade. If it's fucked, at least it's sending someone useful.