MURDER MURDER & BLACK CONVERTIBLES | ascendants

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

[b]BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Bastille was not exactly in the best mood per se. Roy had only been dead for a few days, and the lingering mystery of his murder was starting to wear on his temper a bit — not being able to look at someone and demand vengeance was frustrating, and the first few inquiries sent to other neighboring groups had not turned up much. While there had been no other attacks, he couldn't shake the feeling that the threat of one was lingering just beyond detection; he couldn't tell if his own protective nature was getting the best of him or if his empathy was simply picking up on an idle threat in the auras around him. Whatever the case, he was sick of it, and thus headed straight from the meeting that week to start asking questions in person.

He wasn't all too happy about bringing Thea with him, let alone Riza, but he had very little choice, here. Thea was the only one who might be able to identify the murderer, so he could only hope the spitfire kept her damn mouth shut otherwise; Sunhaven was an ally, after all, and he didn't need her pissing them off. Riza... Well. He knew that if he left her, she would simply go out on her own to find Roy's murderer, and that was a disaster just waiting to happen. So, there he was, waiting silently on the Sunhaven border after a sideways glance to make sure they'd kept up.

[ [member=138]THEA[/member] [member=942]Lt. Hawkeye[/member] ]

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