[Shaw pauses, her hand freezing above the water - and at just that moment, the light hits her at full strength, and reveals a truth to Angeal: that she hates having inadvertently been the one to break this particular bit of news to him, not because she doesn't want to bother having to explain, but because it's a potential emotional minefield, and she considers herself wholly inadequate to handle that. Beyond inadequate, even - she feels completely incapable.
But she answers all the same.]
Yeah, just-- poof. If they're wardens, they're probably okay, living it up back home. If they're inmates, they're probably not.
[When Angeal straightens up from his rowing, the oars briefly lifted from the water so they can coast while he studies Shaw directly, there's something in that measuring gaze that suggests it's not what she's just said that's caught his attention.
He doesn't speak immediately. There's certainly dark implication in inmates disappearing to who knew what fate, but...]
I am sorry if this is a rude question; Are you in possession of meta-human abilities?
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Date: 2024-12-03 03:32 am (UTC)But she answers all the same.]
Yeah, just-- poof. If they're wardens, they're probably okay, living it up back home. If they're inmates, they're probably not.
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Date: 2024-12-04 01:07 am (UTC)He doesn't speak immediately. There's certainly dark implication in inmates disappearing to who knew what fate, but...]
I am sorry if this is a rude question; Are you in possession of meta-human abilities?
[That's a sudden topic shift.]
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Date: 2024-12-04 04:07 am (UTC)[ She looks down at the water, and it clicks; realizing why he must be asking, she adds-- ]
Oh. If you're getting some kinda brainwave transmission from me, it's the water. Some lame-ass magic this place has.