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[rogueinladysclothing]

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[Amelia's device is ready for messages. Send away as you will.

Upon reaching her inbox, there's a long pause. And then, when the caller might think this is some prank or the inbox is improperly set up, a soft voice speaks:]

"Leave your message. We'll speak later."

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[rogueinladysclothing]

It is a pity that they can only kill this man once, but there are more where he came from. Another Chris has even mentioned to her by name. They'll find that one someday soon and end him the same as they did this one, perhaps with even more pain when they're clearer headed. Assuming he doesn't die of terror on his own first.

Amelia drops the dead man in her grasp after she's certain he'll take no more breaths, dusting her hands before noticing the blood on them. Something else to take care of, because she's not about to let this piece of filth stain her. She takes a black handkerchief from her pouch and offers it to Chris, using it or a second to start cleaning her hands of the last remnants of a life now gone.

"Have you a plan for where we should leave this example for the city?" she asks, calm and utterly without concern for how out in the open they still are in this alley. Given how dark it's become, she doubts anyone will be unwise enough to follow them in here. She finishes cleaning her hands and then begins to wipe her blades, glancing down at their prey with a thoughtful expression.

"I don't think he's worth making a statement out of, but I'll leave that decision to you. Whatever your choice, I have your back and support you." Even if all they do is stuff him in a trash bin or set the body ablaze, the rogue is ready to be fully rid of this asshole.

[chrisisofaith]

He holds up a hand to let her keep her handkerchief for herself. For his part, he lets magic do its thing and a gentle purple glow quickly sees the red on his skin gone without a trace.

"I've no care for the body of anything dead, he's simply a pile of meat and bone. I'm just as pleased to let carrion have him as I am to dump him in a dumpster." That said, he does take a quiet moment to offer a prayer of apology to the Matron. He was meant to offer a merciful death, even to those who'd wronged him or his...but he wasn't so good a person as that.

"Let's tuck him behind a dumpster. Lets living things eat of him as they like afore anyone's likely to notice the stain he leaves. It's all he's worth now." He pauses a moment as he turns to the body to consider where best to take it...and looks back to Amelia. "Thank you, darling. I hope that healed some small bit of you as much as it did me."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"You never need to thank me for this, Chris. My blades are ever at your disposal." The same way they are for all of her people. The corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk. "I always welcome the chance to rid this city of more filth, too."

They hardly present the kind of challenge she'd prefer, but dreams does it feel good to truly give back to this city what it deserves.

She's quiet as takes up the body and carries it to the first dumpster they can find, dropping it again without a single care for what disrespect this may be in the eyes of others. If the man didn't want to end up dead in an alley, he shouldn't have taken up the post he did with the city. In her eyes, it's that simple, and everyone else in the city's employ would do well to note the same.

Once the dumpster's been pushed into place and stopped with rocks in its wheels, the rogue cleans her hands once more as they turn their back to their work and make their way back down the way they came from. Before they step back out onto the street, she pauses them, a serious but fond smile on her face.

"May you sleep well tonight, my cleric. You deserve as much and more." She traces the air beside his face with a hand for a few seconds before withdrawing, still turned to him as she backs into the crowd on the street and disappears into them. "Call for me when you need me. I'm always here for you."