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[hyanaimne]

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❝If this is important, you are better off coming to find me. Otherwise, leave a message.❞

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text; nov 23

[miscreant]

[She thought about texting Chloe, but she doesn't think a human is capable of hitting anything that hard with their bare hands. That leaves one other logical correspondent.]

Sounds like you're enjoying yourself.

a good half hour later

[hyanaimne]

[once she's calmed down enough and left to the bunk she's taken over as her own for the last few days, she finally checks her tablet. She shouldn't be surprised to see messages, after what she did to the door]

The door deserved it.

[miscreant]

Likely less than most, but I will not disagree.

I envy you. If I attempted that, I would be swarmed by those guards in an instant.

[hyanaimne]

I am sure they are glad I took out my rage on a door and not a person.

[miscreant]

Oh I don't know about all that. I am still half certain they are hoping that we will devour one another.

[#deathknightlogic]

[hyanaimne]

As if. Meat is disgusting. And no offense to our fellow teammates, but I am almost certain human meat is even worse than the rubbish I've had to eat in the past.

[#halfelflogic]

[miscreant]

Perhaps you just haven't found the right cut. You have James in there with you, do you not?

[hyanaimne]

[this is the best distraction ever, Sev, ty]

I certainly do. Quite good-looking, isn't he?

[miscreant]

[She's starting to need it just as badly. Two days locked down by herself and nearly three weeks without shedding living blood. Its starting to get a bit rough.]

For a human, I suppose. He's quite clean.

[hyanaimne]

[being locked down is horrible for someone used to traveling for a living. The moon base was rough enough; this is akin to torture]

A shame you are not in here with us. He offered to remove his clothes.

[miscreant]

[The lockdown bothers her less than it might bother others. After all, she spent several months in prison shackled by holy magic, once upon a time. This was nothing.]

Oh? Pity, that. The walls are getting a bit boring.

[hyanaimne]

Next time he offers, I will take him up on it, so that I can take video and send it to you.

[miscreant]

[This might be the first she's smiled in days.]

Come now, how could I possibly repay such favor?

[hyanaimne]

A rain check, perhaps? A favor you can repay me down the line.

[miscreant]

You're going to start a riot in that room.

[hyanaimne]

My, not at all. We are trying to be model prisoners and all that rot.

[miscreant]

All for naught, it seems. They are certainly taking their time.

[hyanaimne]

Well, yes. They've no idea how to deal with us.

[miscreant]

Good.

[And also very bad, but she doesn't say that.]

[hyanaimne]

Yes.

[but, she can't help but ask, because maybe . . . maybe it wasn't just her]

Do you still have your magic?

1/2

[miscreant]

It could not be taken it from me even if they wanted to. I am immune to such things. A condition of our resurrection to make us as deadly as possible.

2/2

[miscreant]

[...that was kind of out of the blue. She frowns at the screen. The second message comes almost directly after the first. Were they actually acting against them?]

why

[hyanaimne]

[HA HA . . . ha . . . ]

Curiosity.

[and she swiftly changes the topic]

I am glad to hear from you, though. I knew you had been brought back, but not much else beyond that.

[miscreant]

[Something is up, but she's not going to push it. Not yet.]

If everything I am hearing is correct, everyone made it out of this rather unscathed.

[hyanaimne]

Yes, you were our only . . . hm. Does it count as a death if you are already dead, my dear?

[text is a horrible medium for jokes, Tempest thinks, but she's trying. Oh, is she trying]