[Papers, papers, papers... All part of the protocol to sort out even if she didn't like the Order right now they were agreed in crippling Krusnik's operations. It just so happened on this day she was nearing the end of the pile (yeah it took her almost a week, she paces herself dammit) when she took a short break to send an innocent text to her favorite scruffy Demon Hunter.]
hey how're things goi
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[Then dropped her phone on the floor, inadvertently switching the voice function on. For a while there was just silence, sheer shock on her face at one of the names that appeared on their list of funding and subject sources.
--zen Corporation. Location: England, United Kingdom Name: Kinsley's Kids Home
No. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...
Frantically as if she would find something to prove that was bullshit, she shuffled underneath the papers only to see the name come up. Again and again and again.
Among the subjects, that name. The Surname she used because she didn't have anything else. She found other kids, teens. She found unrelated people, she found Dante's name.
Whatever progress she made was spilled all over the floor in a mess of ashy papers and dust as she kicked away from her desk suddenly unable to breathe or stop shaking. She was muffled but still clearly horrified.]
You're... you're fuckin' pullin' one over on me... r-right? It can't...
[There was nothing else in her mind except for that, the proof was right the fuck there, she didn't even know she'd turned the voice on she just sat there, paralyzed.
Then she just got up and ran. Ran far the fuck away from it. Run from the truth she could not handle right now.
The fact that the people who took her in willingly gave money and children to those Monsters.
Whoever finds her be damned, she wasn't thinking she was running, potentially stopping somewhere just to catch what breath she could and sinking down against a wall.]
about a week after everyone's saved; text/voice/action?
hey how're things goi
o4iutr
[Then dropped her phone on the floor, inadvertently switching the voice function on. For a while there was just silence, sheer shock on her face at one of the names that appeared on their list of funding and subject sources.
--zen Corporation. Location: England, United Kingdom Name: Kinsley's Kids Home
No. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...
Frantically as if she would find something to prove that was bullshit, she shuffled underneath the papers only to see the name come up. Again and again and again.
Among the subjects, that name. The Surname she used because she didn't have anything else. She found other kids, teens. She found unrelated people, she found Dante's name.
Whatever progress she made was spilled all over the floor in a mess of ashy papers and dust as she kicked away from her desk suddenly unable to breathe or stop shaking. She was muffled but still clearly horrified.]
You're... you're fuckin' pullin' one over on me... r-right? It can't...
[There was nothing else in her mind except for that, the proof was right the fuck there, she didn't even know she'd turned the voice on she just sat there, paralyzed.
Then she just got up and ran. Ran far the fuck away from it. Run from the truth she could not handle right now.
The fact that the people who took her in willingly gave money and children to those Monsters.
Whoever finds her be damned, she wasn't thinking she was running, potentially stopping somewhere just to catch what breath she could and sinking down against a wall.]
Fuck... fucking hell... why...