week five, friday

[jettisons]

[Bellamy has been all over the island, looking desperately for Vriska, but he's had no luck. After talking with Lief, he's resigned himself to the fact that whatever the hell is going on, the Chiefs don't want him to find her. Vriska wouldn't hide from him, not after the conversation they had the other night. By the time he runs into Lucina, he's furious, fists clenched at his sides and jaw set. He stops, though. He wouldn't have stopped for anyone else.]

Where the hell is Vriska?

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[rightfully]

[ Tiny tag so I'll have this in my inbox o'clock...

Lucina stops, his abrupt and ragged question taking the wind out of her sails somewhat. A frown pulls at the corners of her mouth. ]

... I don't know.

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Damn it.

[He rubs his hand over his face.]

I can't find her.

[rightfully]

She likely does not want to be found.

[ Her chest moves, under the pressure of a suppressed sigh.

Truthfully, she had slept through most of the investigation, and is now reeling from the twists and turns. That can wait. This is more important, Lucina knows. ]

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She's not hiding from me. She agreed to this.

[rightfully]

... What is it you think she agreed to?

[ Hard to follow your siscon nonsense, Bellamy!! ]

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[Wow!!!]

She told me to kill her. It was supposed to be last night, but someone stopped me.