[Well, he didnβt mean to come here. He was looking for someone. Who? It doesnβt matter. But then, it was close to curfew, and he saw familiar faces here, so here he is.]
[ God he fucking hates that look right now. He has no idea what Mob's thinking, but it feels like he's learned nothing in this past week and it makes him want to get angry.
Instead, he just raises an eyebrow. ]
Yeah. That's why they started putting up signs. That's why I'm not alone somewhere where I wouldn't have an alibi.
[ ALTHOUGH BOY HE WISHES IT'D BE SOMEONE ELSE HERE ]
[Well, have an emotion share, in that case. Mob's emotions are - a little weird? Extremely subdued, almost muffled? But mainly right now he just feels kind of anxious.]
[ Well. Vezda doesn't know what to do with that. The muffled feelings are weird, but he can at least get the anxiety. Maybe Mob's not as naive as he seems.
(But then that just makes him even more frustrated, and Mob can feel it--because if he knows there's a risk of another person getting killed, shouldn't he know what he did last week was wrong?)
He huffs. ]
Well, considering the murders have happened sometime during Thursday nights every week, I think we have a pretty good idea of what that 'something' is.
I think we need to get everyone in the same place and physically restrained. We might ask the Leaders for help, I don't think they're murdering anyone.
Oh, great! Good to know that we used this one-time-only super powerful magic rock on a kid who used it to try and kill someone!
[ He drags his hands down his face and takes a deep breath. ]
Alright, fine. You want me to say so? Here: sometimes, life is just unfair and people suffer when they don't deserve it! And Jeanne nearly died because you just couldn't accept it and let things lie!
They are, which is why we need to make sure everyone is trapped all together, and then tied up. The Leaders can help with that, and with untying everyone the next morning.
[Everyone else, just chill while Bucky yells at an awkward teen. Okay, he definitely makes an anxiety face at that. He isn't capable of just standing there and being yelled at without getting anxious. But he's trying to?]
That. . . that's not true. [He seems insecure in saying that but he's not, he's just fighting against his desire to flinch.] She didn't nearly die. And she was glad that I used it. She didn't want to hurt anyone.
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