With a sigh, Sheila pulls out her phone. She messes around with it for a moment, before she shows her a familiar message. Except this time, her thumb isn't on the screen.]
F-Y-I, I think someone told the dead about me. [VERY UNHAPPY. SWEATY.] Besides you and, by the way, Harrow— Douman and Luca are the only ones who knew. And while I don't think Luca will say shit, as we now know, Medb has a magic mirror that lets her become the ghost whisperer. So, heads up. This might be about to become a whole thing.
I don't think Aoi would call me a bitch and comically run out of letters trying to do it, so my bet's on Kaz.
[She is assuming that's what the "b" means, anyway. Like, hello?]
God, I hope you're right. This sucks! [She's so mad.] Did you know they eat people, too? And they don't even have a medical reason for it. You're throwing stones in a glass house, asshole!
[She is. Absolutely looking down and flipping the middle finger at the floor for that last part. Douman is absolutely in hell.]
[ can they opt to selectively save the dead? maybe just four or five of them? her lips thin together into a grim line, eyes narrowed. ]
Do they? [ she's not surprised. if douman had been in sheila's position on their adventure, vira is sure she'd of had to run them through. ] It would make sense for them to try and stir chaos, as ineffectual as their life is now.
[ just causing problems to feel alive, probably. ] Whatever their intent, I would not tolerate slander towards you regardless, Sheila.
[Sheila's bad taste in sketchy friends is coming back to bite her in the ass, lbr. She is cancelling her friendship with Douman as she speaks.
But she offers Vira a thin lipped smile, grateful.]
... Thanks, Vira. You're such a good friend. [Genuinely. Her life would be so much easier with more people like Vira around?] I just thought you should know ahead of time before, you know, there are any other surprises.
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Of course, I always have time for you. What's on your mind?
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With a sigh, Sheila pulls out her phone. She messes around with it for a moment, before she shows her a familiar message. Except this time, her thumb isn't on the screen.]
F-Y-I, I think someone told the dead about me. [VERY UNHAPPY. SWEATY.] Besides you and, by the way, Harrow— Douman and Luca are the only ones who knew. And while I don't think Luca will say shit, as we now know, Medb has a magic mirror that lets her become the ghost whisperer. So, heads up. This might be about to become a whole thing.
[Because this week isn't chaotic enough.]
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Did Kaz write this? Maybe I'll use my power on him, so I can send him right back to his grave.
[ she crosses her arms, expression turning serious. ]
I understand your concern, but I would be stunned if anyone allowed something Douman said to be twisted and used against you.
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[She is assuming that's what the "b" means, anyway. Like, hello?]
God, I hope you're right. This sucks! [She's so mad.] Did you know they eat people, too? And they don't even have a medical reason for it. You're throwing stones in a glass house, asshole!
[She is. Absolutely looking down and flipping the middle finger at the floor for that last part. Douman is absolutely in hell.]
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Do they? [ she's not surprised. if douman had been in sheila's position on their adventure, vira is sure she'd of had to run them through. ] It would make sense for them to try and stir chaos, as ineffectual as their life is now.
[ just causing problems to feel alive, probably. ] Whatever their intent, I would not tolerate slander towards you regardless, Sheila.
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But she offers Vira a thin lipped smile, grateful.]
... Thanks, Vira. You're such a good friend. [Genuinely. Her life would be so much easier with more people like Vira around?] I just thought you should know ahead of time before, you know, there are any other surprises.