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[hellrings]

My, how interesting. It seems as though riddles and puzzles have become somewhat of a trend, haven't they? What an amusing game, this is turning out to be.

[ Because it is, to Mukuro. Funny and entertaining. Because people back home are never this interesting.

( locked to Hayley Stark )

In the future, not incurring wounds that place you in mortal peril would be preferable, if you don't mind.

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AND ON TO ACTION. like a boss.

[entrapments]

[ she doesn't bother with formalities, and no sooner is the text received, than the communicator is snapped shut. Hayley isn't armed, doesn't elect to bring anything with her- and doesn't hesitate when she makes her way down the hall.

if he'd wanted her dead, if he'd been disinterested in her survival, then she wouldn't be here anyway. but the apparent act of mercy doesn't sit well with her. people don't do things like that if they don't have a reason. not if it costs them something. not if it's an unnecessary risk.

she's had her share of run ins with other passengers- is acutely aware of who she could call on, if the stakes were high- is acutely aware of who would come running and make the sacrifice play.

Mukuro doesn't fit the equation.

her hand comes up, fingers curled into a fist, before she raps against the door. she isn't afraid. but she sure is irritated. ]