Well then. You have problems...
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Thread Topic: Well then. You have problems...
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Angel: I'm not going to. It was just so...*lightly hugs him back* Hard not to. I felt empty. I still do. *talking softly*
Harriett: I told her not to, but she never listens to me.
Avery: *stands in the doorway, slight smirk across his face* Eh, I was gone for way to long, Angel-girl.
Angel: *ignores him like a boss* -
Pitch: *glances over at Avery*
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*coughs loudly*
Angel: *sighs* Meet Assassin. Or Avery. Which ever you prefer.
Assassin? Not you to, Angel-girl. *shortly nods to Pitch* -
Pitch: Oh. Hello, Avery. *lets go*
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Angel: Thats what he is. An assassin.
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Pitch: The guy who killed Grey. Nice.
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Angel: Yes...I wanted to do that.
*spins the golden dagger in his fingers, smiling slightly* Iann was a good friend of mine. I enjoyed killing the one who killed him. Sorry.
Angel: *sighs* -
Pitch: *shrugs, eyes going light green* Atleast someone got it over with.
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Yeah. But still, I have a few targets to take care of before I can go back into hiding. Oh, and, Iann left letters for you behind. He gave them to me, told me that if anything shall happen to him, I was to give them out. Would you like to see yours, Mr.Fraser?
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Of course.
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*hands him a neatly folded piece of paper*
Pitch,
I have nothing to say about what happened. I knew it would. I need you to do something for me. I note that I am in no way your child, or your problem. But my mother is yours. After my death, I expect her to be depressed, and looking for a way to die. Please, please don't let her. I'll tell you a secret. Me and you, were the only things that make her want to live anymore. She has so many reasons to die...And after losing one of her reasons to live, she'll need you. More than ever. Be there for her. No matter what happens.
~Iann Ryan Owens Fraser -
*frowns* Um.. *grows upset*
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Eh, he wrote it a few weeks ago.
Angel: *sits down, pulling her knees to her chest, crying softly* -
Dangit I'm an idiot. *falls down by Angel, embracing*
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*blinks* How so?
Angel: *continues crying, leaning her head on his shoulder*
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