Untrustworthy

by Maelie Arsenault

Maelie comes down the hall, pistol in hand as she carefully makes her way to where she hears some sound. Poking her head into the room she pales at the bodies on the ground. "Mirabella!!!!!!!!!" She screams as she rushes in.

"VV..... NEvermore! Are you okay?" She says, resisting the urge to pull the mask off to check. She's fumbling with some healing potions.

He hrms softly, continuing to work and gets the bandages sorted to stop the wounds, "Will live," he says quietly. "They didn't. Need a cleric." She listened but the monotone metallic voice felt more foreign than ever. Flat. Even. Emotionless. No trace of recognition, she might as well have been a stranger. And maybe... that's how he saw her after everything that had happened.

Maelie pushes a potion into Nevermore's hands. "Drink this, or so help me I will rip that mask off your face and shove it down your throat!" She whispers harshly. He assented and thanked her before stiffly getting up from the floor. He moved like his legs were made of wood and her mind was a whirl of thoughts on what to do. So, she just did nothing.

The next few minutes were intensely uncomfortable for her. Dead colleagues from the guild. The unconscious formerly possessed member of a friend’s family, and a number of people healing and shoving healing potions back and forth. All making her feel less than useless. Finally, she dragged herself to her feet and went to find Arinelle.

Coming to a stop while passing a room in a different wing of the mansion Maelie found Arinelle. "Anod'er group was severely injured and... Lord Esch and Miss Bluome lost der lives." She leans closer and whispers. "Nevermore is severely injured and is being stubborn, please." She couldn’t stifle the sense of urgency but also didn’t know if Arinelle knew… she probably did. She was worthy of trust. The speed with which they both moved through the mansion to catch up with those heading back to Lady Ormond only strengthened her suspicions.

‘I’m the only one who didn’t know I bet…’ She thinks as she watches Arinelle move to his side. Stepping back, she heads back out the door and into the street.

'Untrustworthy.'

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The Den

Am I losing?

A Close Call

Plans

New Toys

Mistakes were made

Too close to home

Not like you.

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Too much like You
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Safer in Shadows
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New Beginnings
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Ready to Run
April 17th, 1883

Home
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Can you steal a heart?
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Trouble
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Heartbreak
14th of May, 1883

Hunter or Prey?
16th of May, 1883

Guilt
19th of May, 1883

Untrustworthy
21st of May, 1883

Why am I like this?
25th of May, 1883

Worthy
8th of June, 1883

The One She Left Behind
13th June, 1883

Annnd it's back...
July 1st, 1883

Learning to Fly
July 4th, 1883

Thrill of the Hunt
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From the Embers
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Mother Knows Best
16th of September, 1883

A Snake, a Star, and a Fox
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It wasn't him.
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The New Blade
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Something Good
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The wound that won't close
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Promise
25th of December, 1883 - Novandria

Fallen through the cracks
6th of January, 1884 - Novandria

Day to Night
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What's Left to the Shadows
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The World without Colour
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Seventeen Roofs
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Crossing the Board
4th of March, 1884, Novandria, Eisen

New Freedom
May 4th, 1884

Saved
5th of May, 1884/16th of July, 1858

Untrustworthy

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