§ 051.

[symmachy]

Cassie Holmes is dead.

[there's a pause. she didn't really want to say anything else, but she was just so... angry. the rage and disgust in her voice are evident. she doesn't even try to hide it. because she'd failed to keep the one person she'd promised to safe.]

She was killed at the museum yesterday morning. And nobody cared until today.

[ooc; back-dated to saturday morning.]

Comments

private

[enigmaestro]

[Beat.]

It's a shame, about Cassie Holmes.

private

[goryteller]

Stay safe on the rescue mission. If there is a rescue mission.

private

[enigmaestro]

There will be a rescue mission. I will retrieve what's mine.

private

[goryteller]

Good. Good.

Give those fuckers hell.

private

[enigmaestro]

You're really taking this hard.

private

[goryteller]

My friends are dead, Edward.

private

[enigmaestro]

I'll admit, it's a bit uncanny.

But that's why you don't befriend natives anymore, right?

private

[goryteller]

Well. I was working for a hospice for quite some time.

private

[enigmaestro]

Bet that went over well.

private

[goryteller]

It did, actually. It was wonderful.

private

[enigmaestro]

Hooray.

private

[goryteller]

[Pause. Collecting.]

Are you going alone? To bring him back.

private

[enigmaestro]

Not alone, no.

private

[goryteller]

Some of them-- Some of them could still be out there. The Skrulls.

private

[enigmaestro]

It's true. And extremely likely.