Anyone expecting a quiet redhead behind the circulation was in for a rude surprise--emphasis on the rude. There was a lanky brunette behind the counter today, watchful and on edge. There was a knife strapped to her hip and a gun within easy reach under the desk
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"Hey... Um... What's up?"
Translation: 'You look angrier than usual. What happened to Sholeh?'
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Zeela gave him a short nod.
"Can I help you with something? Sholeh's not here right now. She's...resting."
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"Zee... what happened?"
All kinds of worried. With a bit of a 'who do I have to destroy' undercurrent running along with it. Which was still a little unsettling coming from someone who had just puppyfaced a total stranger into agreeing to help save the island.
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They died again. Again.
"Enough information for you?"
Trying to downplay the trauma from shocking others? That was a coping mechanism?
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"What can I do?"
Because he wanted very much to find whoever did this, and make them regret doing it. A lot.
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"Then I do what I can to make the island safe," Evan replied, squaring his jaw, not letting Zeela's attitude get his hackles up. If Sholeh had died, so had Zee and Zhari. She was allowed a little attitude today. "I already spoke to someone who says she can help. This... whatever this is... it won't last forever."
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"You spoke to someone?" Zee asked. "Who is this someone? Why are we waiting for her to show up and help? You have powers! So do half the people on the island! I have weapons! Why are we waiting for some outsider to come and save us? Sholeh died?! I died!"
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Maintaining calm in the face of Zeela's hysterics was a bigger challenge than convincing Lilith that they needed help here. It figured. He pulled in another slow breath, and then swallowed.
"I didn't know they were killing people until just now, Zee. I'm willing to bet the same goes for half the people here. I'm pretty sure there would be more people out there kicking ass if we were aware that people were dying now."
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Zeela climbed up on the circulation desk and shouted at the assembled researchers. "HEY! GUESS WHAT? PEOPLE ARE GETTING MURDERED OUT THERE. ONE OF YOUR CLASSMATES GOT CARVED LIKE A TURKEY ON HER WAY BACK FROM TOWN!"
"There," she snapped, jumping back down and whirling to face Evan. Her eyes were suspiciously bright, but she blinked furiously to clear them. "You think that'll help?"
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"... Probably. Would... you like an escort back to the dorms, Zee? The library's open now, people have what they need. We can fly, no need to even get close to anything that might get the wrong idea..."
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"You'd risk Sholeh and Zhahar going through that again, for revenge?"
Evan said it.
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"Do you want to hear more about it?" she asked quietly. "How they slashed at Sholeh and laughed when she tried to run? How they tripped her and didn't go for the fast kill?"
How Zeela wasn't fast enough to protect her? How she'd been dozing and it had been Sholeh's terror that had roused her, groggy and stupid, to try to help?
"Maybe they need this as much as I do."
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"It's a terrible idea," he murmured, "just going out and looking for trouble. Especially right now, upset as you are. It's your anger doing the thinking. They're killers, Zeela. Are you?"
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