IC Inbox: Duplicity

[singinghuntress]

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[singinghuntress]

A few days ago

Some Victorian looking guy came in to my shop looking for books. I never got his name but his touch..

[Rip found it terrifying.]

I'm in the morgue. I want out of here.

[goneforawalk]

i know who you're talking about

that's who killed me too

i'll be by to get you if you want, though they'll just let you leave i think

the priest came to get me when i woke up yesterday

[singinghuntress]

Well.

Fuck.


Come get me. I don't want to walk home by myself after that.

[goneforawalk]

i'll be there soon, be ready

[singinghuntress]

I'll be waiting.

[She'll be standing outside, staying near the entrance of the building when he arrives looking a little worse for wear and nervously twisting a long strand of hair between her fingers and just trying to stay unnoticed by nearly everyone around her.]

[goneforawalk]

[ he's alone when he shows up, naturally, a beacon of red in his coat. which he, surprisingly, drapes over her shoulders. a mark of possession, or protection, or--something.

he sighs. ]

You've been in cold storage for days, you're going to want to get into a hot shower with a bag of blood and warm up before your joints lock up. I had some trouble.

[singinghuntress]

[Whether he meant it for possession or protection, Rip appreciates the gesture and tugs it tightly around her to ward off the chill and stiffness she felt.]

Zhen I guess ve better get me home quickly. Zhe sooner I can varm up zhe better.

[Though, she was hesitant to take the steps forward she needed to start that journey.]

Vho managed to kill both of us?

[goneforawalk]

We'll take a cab.

[ plainly. moving away from the hospital, and the morgue, eases him a little, and once they get out to the street he can hail a cab to take them.

frowning, he considers her question. ]

His name is Alessandro and he's a hunter. [ he runs his tongue over his teeth, one hand pressing to the small of rip's back. ]

The priest is going to take care of him.

[singinghuntress]

[Putting distance between them and the hospital in general would do them both some good. Rip follows him, sticking close as they wait for the cab. The feel of his hand on her back gave her some measure of reassurance at the very least.]

A hunter. I'm not surprised vith how he managed to kill me.

[It's also a small relief that Anderson was going after the man.]

I'm almost afraid to see zhe state my bookstore iz in because of it.