[ she's kind of just seated on one of the benches by the pyre as people come and go. one of her knees hugged to her chest while she's drawing circles in the dirt with the heel of her boot. hearing the voice, she glances over at him - offering him the same quiet appraisal. how's he lookin'? ]
[he will sit, flexing his hands to get the tension out,]
Probably back at the theatre. I searched it with Nona and Totty this morning. A bunch of benches and chests were in a pile on the stage, and one of the chests was open. Saw a bloody sleeve and a pot of leeches. Figured that it's Karma's.
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... Just another day in paradise.
[ bad! she sounds quietly wrung out. ]
You?
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though he does give a dry huff at her words,]
Hanging in there, I guess. [...] Karma was with me last night at the pyre, so... just trying to retrace his steps.
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All we can do it seems...
[ she hates this holding pattern, where nothing appears outside that particular bracket of investigative time. dislike. ]
Where do you think he went?
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Probably back at the theatre. I searched it with Nona and Totty this morning. A bunch of benches and chests were in a pile on the stage, and one of the chests was open. Saw a bloody sleeve and a pot of leeches. Figured that it's Karma's.
[WHO ELSE WILL HAVE A POT]
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... Feels like we're starting to hemorrhage... our numbers...