catch-all: robin.

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week five, saturday.

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[... man. there's nothing but grief and pure resignation coming through her emotions as she approaches the veil. she will stop once she can see through it to look at robin. what is she doing?]

[sonorant]

[ there's only violence and bloodthirst here, but at least it feels somewhat coiled for now.

she's just standing there, looking murderous, not doing anything in particular for now. ]

Is that all you're going to do?

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[man.]

It's not like I can do anything else. Not with the veil. [frowning, she watches her. is she still robin shaped?] Who was it? Nina or Astarion?

[sonorant]

[ she is still pretty robin-shaped, amazingly enough. her vibes are laced with dark amusement. ]

What's your guess?

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[wow! she hates that.

gazes]

Well, I've been wondering if you planted that fake feather yourself.

[sonorant]

[ there's a flare of resentment. ]

You're wrong. That has nothing to do with what I did. You should speak to the other person you suspect about it.

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I'm not going to do that. You probably wouldn't want me to if you were calmer, either.

[sonorant]

[ her anger surges violently. ]

How are you sure sure about that? Are you going to leave her by herself, alone in not knowing what people are thinking about saying about her?

Is that a kindness?

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I'm not going to leave her by herself, Robin. But I'm not going to confront her about what happened just like that, either.

[sonorant]

So what do you plan to do? That sounds awfully wishy-washy.