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"Fanculo. Cazzo idiota che cosa hai fatto?"
She rushes in and tries to stanch the wound, maybe search Abraham from any Goblin Fruit he might have that she can shove down his throat or up his ass. Rectal hydration works in survival manuals or something right?
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ooc Would Brownie's Boone allow Circe to roll in 50% the time, id est roll twice, due to nobody observing her?
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Rolled for the Second Check, Allowed by Brownies Boon.
Thoughts scatter and fly through Circe's head. She's used to causing wounds, not healing them!
The heat and pressure from the flaming bed, sears, but not at much as the blood, pooled on the floor. Once rapidly escaping parted flesh, is now sluggish. It is hot and slick and too-too much. The back of Circe's throat is coated in the scent-taste of copper.
Sharply, horrifyingly. The body sweat slicked, clammy, cooling, cold.
The Spring's chest isn't struggling to rise anymore.
The fight's left the Knight.
He's dead.
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Circe starts cursing in Italian. It quickly escalates above an R rating. At the situation. At herself for splitting up. At Abraham for climbing into an occupied window. At herself for not finding healing fruit. At the motel. At death for taking another friend.
Bloody fingers dials Rhodes . Right now she needs someone to hurt. And investigate yes but she can do both at once.
Sorry Woland the dice gods were cruel.
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Presence
Distinctive Voice
Rigid Mask
Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
Rhodes answers his phone.
"Circe, darling!" he says brightly. "We're nearly done here. How're things for you two?"
Sloth Edit: The events in the El Rancho and the phone call are happening in tandem.
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Circe is rapid firing words into the phone but her tone is clearly pissed, "Hanno ucciso Abe, stupida merda! Non c'è tempo per le tue cazzate." It took her a second to realize English. Her tone is still wrathful but her voice is quiet, "They killed Abe."
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Rigid Mask
Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
The tone drops all pretense of good humour, and there is a notable pause. What the hell did he do?
Then:
"I see. We're around the front. Meet us here and we'll make our next move."Quote:
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"Right. Hide Abe and wash first or fuck it?" was Circe's reply. She didn't want to leave Abraham's corpse just lying there. A viking funeral would be better and erase her fingerprints. Or a Hedgegate.
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Presence
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Rigid Mask
Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
There's a second's pause.
The tone makes it clear something else isn't quite right."We'll clean up, but we need you here first."
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"On my way," Circe growls out before she uses a towel to clean her hands and then hauls it towards Rhodes and Seraphina. If these bastards thought the Freehold was easy prey, they were about to have high impact response.
Not sure how long it'll take her to find them but Circe is un-splitting the remaining party
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