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                     ‘ as if ya know a damn thing about me, kid, ‘ she speaks, her voice as loud and uncaring as ever, but it is plain to see now that something has her entirely on edge. subtleties, of course, the curl of her fingers, the way her teeth grind together – the absence of that distinct hammering in her chest. and, oh, when he mentions the watch, she wants to take him by the throat and give him a good shake – claiming to know so much, but in reality so little. ‘ what do ya want with me, elia? ‘ the lunatic asks, plainly, ‘ it’s as ya say; black sally is dead and i’ve sprung up in her place – and if ya don’t like me, then quit comin’ around. ‘

‘ i can speculate as to what scares you so bone-deep that you seek not to rebuild what once was your empire within the larger empire. ’ he watches her reactions and sighs. he had grown up being told of her like: that filthy vernacular and those anger-ridden, scarred hands are meant to be the thing of nightmares for young boys of the abbey: fear them wisely and heresy shall never take hold of your heart. the very corner of elia’s lip twitches, before his expression falls calculatedly flat once more. ‘ ...black sally has always been but a horror story to boys like me. i care not for her. rather, i would see the woman in front of me sleep a full night in peace. if she would only stop fearing every unknown thing that crosses her path in her dreams. ’

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‘ i heard rumor about town earlier of a heavily scarred lunatic shivering and skip-running away from the only alley in the district without a rat in sight. ’ he sits with correct posture, it being ingrained in his being from years upon years of etiquette classes doused upon him by the abbey. what better way to fend against restless hands and roving feet than to teach the children not to move a fraction of an inch whilst holding proper conversation? certainly a few good whacks with wooden ladles or worse across the knuckles is a small price to pay for an early and swift understanding of the severity of the seven strictures. 

but, it never was the hands or feet the overseers had to worry about with elia, was it? 

he sighs, head tilting to the side in light judgement. ‘ certainly such ridiculous actions would not be performed by one formerly known as the most dreaded mob boss in dunwall’s history. a finger in every pie, was it, from shipping to prostitution? mayhaps i misquote our dear watch captain’s account of your eradication, but it was my understanding that you were not the type to jump at shadows. ’ / @blacksallys.

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                              “ don’t pretend ya know how I feel, “ she spits, fingers absent-mindedly tracing over her abdomen – she’s bitter as always, “ don’t know why i bother tellin’ ya anythin’ anymore if yer just gonna parrot it back at me in a condescendin’ tone – shoulda left ya to the rats. “ a sigh and she seats herself across from him, eyebrows pressed downward into her familiar hardened stare – the one she uses when she wants to seem intimidating (and not at all a flustered mess of a woman). “ ‘nyways, who’s this teacher ya keep mentionin’? if yer a student, i’m assumin’ you have yerself a teacher. “

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Her stare is certainly that, but he’s grown used to it by now, weeks spent bickering with her while he waits in hiding. A runaway from the faith of the Everyman, the Abbey having weened him on their beliefs. Yet even a child such as himself can see a sinking ship. Whether their views on the supernatural are true or false, the system they are attempting to uphold won’t last long if the rumors are true. Key players don’t end up missing on a winner’s side of the board. If the masked man keeps at it, who will be left to preach the word? 

“He’s an idiot,” as well as the most intelligent man Elia has ever known; he teaches a healthy wariness for the unknown, yet speaks against outright fear. Elia has adopted his principles more easily than he ever had the Everyman’s. He’d disagreed with their Strictures from the top of the list, his own Wandering Gaze possessing a free will of it’s own. “Let’s not talk about him.”

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                              “ the ghost you should be looking for isn’t dead, “ she states, peering over his shoulder at a rather rudimentary paranormal tome, “ he’s very much alive – and he’s very angry. “

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“I’m hardly interested in these whalestories. Fanciful as they may be, a neutrally aligned demi-god of old lore is not my responsibility.” The boy sighs, making a show of closing the book and slipping it away from her grasp. “Besides. Whatever we’re hunting, it isn’t my call. I’m merely a student.”

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