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birthright_rpg2014-03-08 06:46 pm
st_clare) wrote in birthright_rpg2014-03-08 06:46 pm
Dilemma
Julianna's finger was poised over the 'Erase' button on the answering machine. It had been there for the last five minutes. She'd listened to Cyrus Claymore's message once, twice, three times before it finally stopped rattling around in her skull and sank in. Then she played it again. It was like a car crash, she couldn't stop paying attention.
On some level, she'd known that it could come to this. Rhiannon was angry and vengeful, which made her likely to do anything. So the question wasn't 'Could she have killed Duncan?' but 'Did she kill Duncan?'
Don't be ridiculous, St. Clare. You know the answer to that. The girl's a loose cannon. The question is, what do you do now?
The Watcher continued to hover near the machine, her finger still poised. There were options here, although none of them were very attractive. She could ignore the phone call and try to forget her suspicions. She could telephone Cyrus at his office and inform him about what she believed she knew, which was what duty actually called for. She could even contact Edmund and confide in him before seeking advice. Of the bad lot of choices she had, that was the most appealing to her.
Still, she wavered. Duncan had betrayed his calling, violated the purpose behind it, and that was anathema to her. An unforgivable act. But did he deserve to be murdered in his bed, even by someone he'd victimized? And what about the other girl, the one he'd convinced she was a Slayer? Was she still alive? Julianna's mouth tightened.
In the end, she did pick up the phone, and she didn't erase the message. But she didn't dial the number someone else might have expected she would.
"Ms. Lee? This is Julianna St. Clare. I don't know how surprised you are to hear from me, but I've heard some news about that...acquaintance of yours, the one you asked after. If you could spare me some time, I'd like to speak with you regarding that. It's a matter of some urgency. Drop by if you wish, but please phone first this time. Good day."
On some level, she'd known that it could come to this. Rhiannon was angry and vengeful, which made her likely to do anything. So the question wasn't 'Could she have killed Duncan?' but 'Did she kill Duncan?'
Don't be ridiculous, St. Clare. You know the answer to that. The girl's a loose cannon. The question is, what do you do now?
The Watcher continued to hover near the machine, her finger still poised. There were options here, although none of them were very attractive. She could ignore the phone call and try to forget her suspicions. She could telephone Cyrus at his office and inform him about what she believed she knew, which was what duty actually called for. She could even contact Edmund and confide in him before seeking advice. Of the bad lot of choices she had, that was the most appealing to her.
Still, she wavered. Duncan had betrayed his calling, violated the purpose behind it, and that was anathema to her. An unforgivable act. But did he deserve to be murdered in his bed, even by someone he'd victimized? And what about the other girl, the one he'd convinced she was a Slayer? Was she still alive? Julianna's mouth tightened.
In the end, she did pick up the phone, and she didn't erase the message. But she didn't dial the number someone else might have expected she would.
"Ms. Lee? This is Julianna St. Clare. I don't know how surprised you are to hear from me, but I've heard some news about that...acquaintance of yours, the one you asked after. If you could spare me some time, I'd like to speak with you regarding that. It's a matter of some urgency. Drop by if you wish, but please phone first this time. Good day."