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[supercilious]

[ It's well after midnight. The camera feed is a mess of black and grey, the Forge screen the only illumination. It turns Arthur's face sickly, throws unusual shadows across it. His voice is low. ]

Tell me a story.

[ There aren't many left familiar with the way he demands this in bored, petulant tones. ]

About someone you lost.

[ An

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[cursedtobe]

[ How brave she is, using video for a change. ]

Why do you want to hear about something like that? [ Also she has no stories you'd want to hear. Most of them were a direct, or indirect cause of her being there. What with either hunting as the bastet, or...well. ]

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[cursedtobe]

[ There's something terrifying about the phrase 'trial and sentencing'. It takes her a moment to find her voice. ]

N...no. I-I mean I... spoke to him once, but... but I don't know him. [ Oh Merlin. He'll never forgive her. ]

I'll...tell him.

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[supercilious]

I'm going to send him to speak to you. He can accompany you to Byakuya, perhaps speak on your behalf. He should also be able to ensure you don't ... injure anybody else.

[ A better man would perhaps reassure her, now, that Remus is kind and wise and friendly. That he is the person in this city best able to understand her plight. And that he can use magic. But Arthur doesn't. ]

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[cursedtobe]

[ Just as well - she didn't expect reassurance from anyone. Her voice gets progressively quieter as Arthur spoke, trying to make herself as small as possible. At least she'll have a friendly face on the way to ... jail. ]

... I ...okay.