[he sees missie's number pop up and there's a flash of guilt that he hasn't told her that he's basically dying. it's bad enough that he considers not answering.]
[but that's just a brief flash of an idea. he answers.]
[he freezes, his put-on casual mood falling. he feels like his blood has turned to ice.]
[he's never heard this voice before, but it knows Missie is his sister, and it seems very calm about her being dead. there's a growing sense of dread along with disbelief.]
Yes. [his voice is tentative, nervous. he's sitting at his computer; he tabs to the nearest window with a text input.]
[is she really dead? maybe he's just being fucked with.]
[........oh god]
[no, he remembers that conversation]
[there's a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this must be Nova. he actually did it, and now he's calling to taunt him, and giving him an address to...what, tell him where to go to find his sister's body so Nova can see how Duncan reacts to it?]
[that is fucked up.]
[in text, he'd have the time to overcome his dread to think up something witty to say in reply, but he doesn't have that benefit here.]
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[but that's just a brief flash of an idea. he answers.]
Hey, Missie, what's up?
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Do you have something to write with?
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[he's never heard this voice before, but it knows Missie is his sister, and it seems very calm about her being dead. there's a growing sense of dread along with disbelief.]
Yes. [his voice is tentative, nervous. he's sitting at his computer; he tabs to the nearest window with a text input.]
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I told you I wouldn't need a sign to find you.
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[is she really dead? maybe he's just being fucked with.]
[........oh god]
[no, he remembers that conversation]
[there's a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this must be Nova. he actually did it, and now he's calling to taunt him, and giving him an address to...what, tell him where to go to find his sister's body so Nova can see how Duncan reacts to it?]
[that is fucked up.]
[in text, he'd have the time to overcome his dread to think up something witty to say in reply, but he doesn't have that benefit here.]
Are you calling me out?
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Yes.
I think so.
...I don't understand the question.
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What's the address for?
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And also where I'm waiting for you.
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[YOU MESS WITH THE BULL, YOU GET THE HORNS, NOVA!!]
I hope you're satisfied with how things turn out.
[done.]
[he sets the phone down after hanging up, pushing himself up from his chair in the same motion, and goes to gear up.]
[if Nova wants a fight, he'll get a fucking fight.]