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Post by Valentina Rossi on Nov 20, 2017 1:37:40 GMT -5
[attr=class,mbox] Valentina wasn't really sure what to make of the sudden request. She was invited to meet Irene in the Graveyard, but why? Valentina didn't know and frankly didn't care. She was becoming jealous of everyone and that feeling was a lot stronger than normal. Three or four days seems to make a lot of difference since the motive was released. Simply talking about anything else seemed to be a better deal than straight-up wandering in her own self-pity, trying to focus on not being jealous. Whatever Irene wanted, was clearly more interesting and distracting than whatever Valentina had planned up her sleeve.
She walked into the Graveyard and spotted Irene. She gave a short wave and made her way over. "Inviting a someone as dangerous as myself somewhere must mean you really need something from me or you have some serious balls. I'm almost jeal-" she quickly caught herself as the color in her skin flushed. She had to be more careful. "Anyways, enough about me. What do you want from me?" |  Valentina Rossi
Current Disposition: 50% Envy
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Dec 7, 2017 18:50:29 GMT -5
While the existence of such a place was in poor taste, its constructions did not appear to be for Irene. She stood by the coffins, examining the machinery, or what was visible of it, with interest. Her choice of such a location was precisely because she already planned to be there studying it, and so it would save time. Efficiency. She had chosen to meet with Valentina here for its efficiency. It appeared the one she would be meeting had arrived. The one responsible for many deaths, including death among their number. Valentina Rossi. She turned to face her, staring unemotionally.
"Ms. Rossi. Hello." She held her pocket tool in her hand, though she didn't seem to be actually using it for anything at the moment. How long she had been here, even she couldn't say at the moment. She stood up, turning all the way. "You have caused the deaths of many. You were executed. You live. I wish to learn why." Straight to the point about what she wanted, seeming more like the Irene that first stepped into the manor what seemed like so long ago. Professionalism. Efficiency.
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