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Vaughn Davis (shebringscurses) wrote in bellumlogs,

Of course, neither of them answered her question. But then again, why would they? Who in this building ever wanted to be helpful? There wasn't a soul in this building that wasn't against her, not one. Vaughn bristled, posture sliding into the steely strength of a rusty traintrack spike as her eyes ticked over each and every one of them. Slow, pale, and far from forgiving.

You know her...so is she going to be alright?

"Do you make a habit of talking about people as if they're not fucking standing right here?" She tilted her head with a quizzical widening of eyes on Sam, dispassionate and patronizing. Who was this mannerless sonofabitch?

You seem perfectly...not evil.

Her icy eyes were still fastened on Sam, and she extended a pale set of claws toward Sebastian, gesturing a clamp of spindled fingers. Like a trap, they shut. Because he needed to shut up, right now. Mommy was talking.

"Did you have something to do with this, Vlad?" She countered on him suddenly, unsure of who orchestrated her downfall. This was serious, and for the first time, she missed the Witch. The Witch would know what to do about this. There were witnesses, unfortunately, and that complicated a great many things.