She's a giggle at a funeral

*Valentine* · 02-11-2015, 09:51 PM

When there was no more he could do, Valentine had left Rhythm in a temporary den to sort out the events of the night in peace. He'd wandered back to his own den, but by then the sun was rising and he was unable to return to sleep. From there he'd begun to make his rounds, sulking around Imperium's border and glaring beyond it, daring a rogue to cross. He was torn over what needed to be done next. On one hand, he wanted to support Rhythm and make her transition (and abandonment) less stressful, but on the other, he knew the value of solitude. He also needed to speak with Cascade, but that sounded about as fun as getting poked in the eye. And Bass. He probably needed to talk to Bass too, although they'd both benefit with time to breath first.

Reaching the Range, the brute paused to stare across it. He'd left Rhythm in a state of exhausted peace, but the calm had slowly morphed into a angry simmer. There'd been plenty of time to turn the night's events over in his mind and analyze every detail. He could kill Cascade. In fact, he was beginning to find that imagining himself choking her had a therapeutic effect.

Sighing, Valentine closed his eyes and tipped his face towards the sun. If he was going to be of any use today he needed to calm the fuck down.

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