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Voice | un: Avenger
Ufufufu~ it seems like a lot of you are desperate for some help... [ The provocative laughter seemed to echo as the dragon witch spoke. A bored sounding tone followed. ] ...A cure for that disgusting sickness.
[ Get the facts first. You can distort them later. That was how it worked, right? One had to wonder if she really was telling the truth about knowing anything at all. The silence was broken. ]
While you sit there uselessly stewing in your disease, I made quick work of something else. [ Like hell she would call whatever that rodent was a person. ] Before the vermin was reduced to ash, it enlightened me on a few things.
Rejoice, garbage - for I will share them with you. [ With her sharp tongue and disrespectful words, one had to wonder why she was doing this. Maybe she was lying, maybe she was bored...or maybe she just knew someone who was sick and this was an indirect way of helping... ]
The disease was manufactured by the Institute, stolen, and released... hahahah...obviously. Part of the cure is a stupid plant - the Yuwi flower, is what was mentioned. [ Fingers drumming on some sort of surface can be heard as she goes quiet. That was all she knew. ]
Well, I have long proved my competency among you morons, what have you done? Better get to doing something! Hahahahah!
[ Get the facts first. You can distort them later. That was how it worked, right? One had to wonder if she really was telling the truth about knowing anything at all. The silence was broken. ]
While you sit there uselessly stewing in your disease, I made quick work of something else. [ Like hell she would call whatever that rodent was a person. ] Before the vermin was reduced to ash, it enlightened me on a few things.
Rejoice, garbage - for I will share them with you. [ With her sharp tongue and disrespectful words, one had to wonder why she was doing this. Maybe she was lying, maybe she was bored...or maybe she just knew someone who was sick and this was an indirect way of helping... ]
The disease was manufactured by the Institute, stolen, and released... hahahah...obviously. Part of the cure is a stupid plant - the Yuwi flower, is what was mentioned. [ Fingers drumming on some sort of surface can be heard as she goes quiet. That was all she knew. ]
Well, I have long proved my competency among you morons, what have you done? Better get to doing something! Hahahahah!
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[ Jeanne... if this is going to work, there need to be some ground rules. Rin isn't about avenging and killing off people because they looked at her the wrong way!! ]
Under most circumstances, I wouldn't approve such an action from a servant of mine, but if you claimed they deserved it then...
[ They probably did deserve it, so she couldn't exactly scold Jeanne for gathering up useful information that may or may not cure the sick. ]
Unfortunately, that's not the real reason why I'm reaching out. I felt an enormous amount of my mana being occupied recently. Now I would imagine setting aflame a single person wouldn't be that draining.
[ Aka, she'll find other ways to scold Jeanne. ]
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Blah blah, it bothered her. Blah blah, people die when they are killed. Blah blah, don't kill people. Jeanne was pretty sure she understood the drift of things by now. Though it was curious that Rin would possibly give into trusting Jeanne's judgement. That made the Avenger slightly furrow her brow. ]
Huh?
[ The conversation had already deviated. Not that she minded, she never felt like explaining herself anyway:
I felt an enormous amount of my mana being-- ] Ah, well that. [ There was a long pause of silence until...
click.
The call had been terminated from Jeanne's end. ]
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[ Two minutes later, and this poor sucker has yet to realize that Jeanne was long gone.
But, um, once she realizes that Jeanne basically dogged the crap outta here, Rin will just... toss her phone off to the side, curl her poor sickie-poo form into a ball, whimper and consider her life choices regarding Jeanne... ]
Tck! So that's how it feels to be on the receiving end...