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[hasmommyissues]

[ Guess who is taking advantage of the fact that the majority of you will be off celebrating at the Halloween ball to make another personal statement?

That's right...this guy.

Whilst everybody is at the Halloween Ball Silva is using this time to sneak up to M's room to pay her a visit and offer his condolences in a totally sincere way. With a little rose in his hand he approachs the door only to find the nameplate gone....]

No!

[He lets out a frustrated snarl...what was the point of that little excercise of his if she wasn't there to see the result?

Sighing, he re-adjusts his suit and leaves the rose at her door anyway. So that was it then...another chance at vengence was gone. He was stuck here until Paradisa had the good graces to send him back. Not really much point in spending the rest of his time dodging what was waiting for him.

He makes his way to his room, pours himself a malt whiskey before sticking on "La Mer" by Charles Trenet on his Ipod. ]

So it seems the one you all call "Emma" has gone home....how very sad.

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[putuporshutup]

[Sure enough, Meg is at the party, but she is most certainly still paying attention to the journals.

If he knows Emma has moved on from this world, there is only one place he could be.

She hurries there, sneaking up carefully on the door and with a wave of her hand, it bursts dramatically inward... on a completely empty room. She steps in and looks around, concluding that she has indeed missed him.

No matter. She will simply start her systematic search again, with the knowledge that he is somewhere in the castle.

As quietly and swiftly as her bothersome stilettos allow, she makes her way back to his own room. As she approaches, she hears a familiar tune filtering through the door.

Again, the door bursts inward dramatically, sending a crack up the wall where it collides. She strides in purposefully and addresses her query at last. Her tone is flat, her voice as intimidating as she can muster.]

Silva.

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[hasmommyissues]

[Silva keeps staring at his glass. Her dramatic entrance not even getting so much as a raised eyebrow. He is too lost in his own madness to care.]

Took you long enough...

[putuporshutup]

[She regards him coolly. Normally, that would have earned him a hot headed and likely very physical response, but she's not quite herself at the moment, as it were.]

No matter. I am here now... and you have some explaining to do.

[hasmommyissues]

Explaining?

[He allows himself a chuckle before finishing his drink]

I'm not sure what you mean darling?

[putuporshutup]

[She bristles and glares icily at him. She's been called that before, and has good reason not to like it.]

About James.

[hasmommyissues]

Ah James...dear sweet alcohol dependant James.

[He shakes his head almost mockingly.]

That was such a terrible accident was it not?

[putuporshutup]

[Her glare intensifies. Even angels have their breaking points, after all. He might feel his throat tightening uncomfortably, as though he were choking on his own false tongue. She advances a few steps on him.]

You and I both know that was no accident.

[hasmommyissues]

[Theres an uncomfortable feeling alright but he continues with a look of steely defiance. Demon or no demon he's learnt to accept physical and mental torture as just another part of his life.]

You...think because James winds up dead it is automatically my fault?

And you base this on what?

[putuporshutup]

[Ironically, penchant for torture is one of the few things that hasn't changed much with Meg's current angelic affliction, and she's just warming up.]

You can speak to the others about reasoning. I care not for wasting time debating motives.

Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

Well, at least she's safe from you.

[Comes the crisp, apathetic letters of the Huntress.]

Voice

[hasmommyissues]

[Sniggering]

You'd think so wouldn't you?

Re: Voice

[the_effect_she_has]

As long as you're here ...

[Comes the same, apathetic voice.]

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[hasmommyissues]

And how long do you think that will be hmmm? A day, a week?

Soon enough I will be back on those moors and finishing what I started.

[Provided he actually survived the helicopter crash, he thinks to himself.]

Re: Voice

[the_effect_she_has]

Doesn't matter. I've seen you on your knees, Silva. You're not strong enough to kill her. You had to use a tea kettle to kill James, you couldn't even do it face to face.

[Now she speaks, and her voice is all contempt.]

You'll be dead before they are.

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[hasmommyissues]

I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about...but it sounds nasty.

I hope he kept the warranty.

[Listen to that voice Katniss...can't you feel his insincerity?]

Re: Voice

[the_effect_she_has]

I hope you like grapes.

Voice

[hasmommyissues]

No but I do like a good grape based wine...if you're offering to pop by later.

dictated;

[lucre]

Is that irony in your voice or am I mistaken?

dictated;

[hasmommyissues]

Maybe...I can't say there aren't aspects of her personality I'm not going to miss.

dictated;

[lucre]

Such as her penchant for tea?

dictated;

[hasmommyissues]

[Oh given recent events that actually gets a laugh.]

Quite so yes.

She really was so very British.

dictated;

[lucre]

[ She thinks that's a good laugh. ]

And you, what do you have a penchant for?

dictated;

[hasmommyissues]

Oh so many things ... fine wines ... good music ... maybe even a pretty lady or two.

[Oh and murder, espionage, using people as living chess pieces for his own gains ... all the family friendly stuff.]

One should never be restricted from the finer things in life.

dictated;

[lucre]

I would not disagree. Perhaps I might introduce you to a friend or two.

dictated;

[hasmommyissues]

A delightful offer but I fear I will be ... a little pre-occupied, in the forseeable future.

[He knows whats coming after all.]

Rain check?