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[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?


[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Not when it's for research knowing it can be healed.

And it was a minor cut. Cutting and healing you wouldn't have given me the data I wanted.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't let you do that to begin with!

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I know. It's one of the reasons I didn't seriously consider it.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

But you did consider it! Weirdo.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...you seriously bothered by a minor cut?

I'm a magician. And my research isn't anywhere near as creepy as Alice's is with her whole stringless doll thing.

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

Blood makes me sick to my stomach.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Weird trait for an assassin, ze.

Blood I can handle; it's bodies and gore I can't. Relax - I ain't gonna be doing that again.

[But she gets up to go put the knife back in the kitchen and wash her hand.]

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[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

I'm not an assassin. I was just born into a family of them.

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[called from the kitchen]

Still weird. Especially since you've willfully taken a life before.