[week three - saturday]

[hypertoxic]

[ It's late, late, late at night when Vriska goes looking for Battler. He's going to get harassed by most of the village until god knows when, probably, and she wants to find him alone. There's so much to say, and not enough time in the world to say any of it.

It's a small blessing that when she tracks him down he is, in fact, finally alone. Vriska herself is, like ... wet? Like she just dunked herself in the ocean a few hours ago. Seems her threat to jump in the ocean was legit. But her damp hair is bound back in a low ponytail, and she's at least significantly less disgusting than she was directly post-corpse hug.

And the way she looks at him is ... searching, and just the tiniest bit sad. ]

Battler.

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[hypertoxic]

Uuuuuuuugh. Those stupid fucking Chiefs. I mean, I guess that's kind of my fault, too. I told them to do whatever they found funniest with the evidence I left behind, which led to ... uh, all of that shit that happened. [ twirls a hand loosely in the air, the motion somehow deeply sardonic. ]

... I guess what I am saying is that of all the Sirens to die, you should not have been the first. You are literally the only one of us who was not on board to kill! But you're the one they thumb for murder. Incredible.