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[gotyourwallet]

[When Vie speaks, her voice is quiet, words more to herself than anyone else. In the background a man's voice, or rather that of a pumpkin, pleads with her to kill him.]

You look the part, but you are not him.

[It's been a long time since Vie's let herself cry, and be damned if she does so now. To the pumpkin she continues:]In asking for death,

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[iwannabeadragon]

[It's a pumpkin. How can you get blood on your hands?]

If it is it isn't particularly creative. My family has been whining at me for years. He'll have to try better than that.

[There's a pause.]

Where are you?

[It would be kind of pointless to ask if she's okay.]

[gotyourwallet]

[Blood. Pulp. Close enough. It's a gooey center all the same.]

Heh. Perhaps.

[Vie can't decide if she wants to cry, scream or do nothing at all. For the moment she's wandering away from the pumpkin, away from the Keep itself and off toward the lake.]

Out by the lake.

[She won't be hard to miss.]

[iwannabeadragon]

What do you know, I'm right near there.

[Alright he's not but he is jogging there right now to check on her with a certain furball plodding after him.]

[gotyourwallet]

Alright.

[She's walking, tracing the edge of the lake without getting too close to the water. That she's upset goes without saying.]

[3wayforjustice]

You could always ask someone else to do it for you. There's no end to the well-intentioned offers of squash murder around here.

[gotyourwallet]

So I've noticed. Oddly enough, I don't want it dead. Even if it's not him, I'm still... I don't know.

[Vie sighs.]

Shad's death once over is enough.

[3wayforjustice]

I... No. I understand... that sentiment.

But I've learned that if you destroy your own, the rest stop speaking to you. It's not much, but it's something.

[gotyourwallet]

Destroy my own? I haven't found one like myself yet.

[A pause. Vie's in thinking mode now.]

Hm. That's... not a bad idea, actually.

[kptn_sparrow]

I think this place is punishment enough, without going and messing with us more.

[He's heard ONE pumpkin talk, and that was an actual conversation. Not this madness brought upon the Keep by the self-called Lord. ]

Would you like perhaps a distraction that is both liquid and tasty?

[It might not solve it, but it certainly does help in situations.]

[gotyourwallet]

It's either that or I break something.

[Or cry, but she's not going down that line of thought.]

A sip of poison sounds delightful, Jack.

[kptn_sparrow]

Come and join me, dove. I'll save a space for you.

[Not that the tavern was full. It would just be the two of them, unless perhaps, she brought a guest. That is where he'd find her, two cups, a few bottles upon the table, and he's got his arse in the air behind the bar, looking for something particularly strong...]

[gotyourwallet]

[It doesn't take her long to get there, and when she does Vie looks... distracted. She's sad, really. She takes a seat and leans on the bar.]

Something hard, please.

[makesowndestiny]

The pumpkin had my brother's face.

[Deep breaths. Deep breaths, man.]

[gotyourwallet]

And this one that of my former master.

[She should really stop calling him that. It's been years. Get over it, Vie.]

Are you alright?

[makesowndestiny]

Your... 'master'?

[What kind of life had this woman lived? Dastan supposed it may have been a bit better than it sounded. Though he was doubtful.]

All right? After being yelled at and called a murderer over a crime I did not commit?

[A pause. Deep breaths again.]

Sorry. I'm fine. Are you all right?

[gotyourwallet]

Not all of us are born into rank, friend.

[That's all she'll say on that part of her past unless directly asked.]

If you know you're innocent, then hold to that. These are... not them. Shad would never beg for death nor point the blame at me.