// the day prophesied about has come...

Yea... Guess not all o' them are bad, though.

Gina: And I 'ate all grown-ups.

a close up of a man 's face with a red jacket on Alt: what

//

Ta for the concern, but I'll be a'ight. I got Toby 'ere to protect me.

*Arf!*

( What a menacing hound. )

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// do you have any fucking clue how hard it is to find art of this fucker that doesn't have hair

// all the frickbear's accounts... i know what i have to do (it's not a frickbear's character)

// play ace attorney okay?

// said exactly like

( Blink blink. Freaky... )

... Wot's that mean?

Yea, yea... I'll learn t'live with meself.

... Quit lookin' at me with 'em big ol' eyes. I said I was sorry.

Yea, a li'l! It's my job t'be suspicious, ya know.

Well, forgive me for bein' bit curious why a girl's walkin' 'round covered in blood.

An' no, I ain't doin' all 'at when there ain't nuffin' sayin' ya did somefin' wrong.

Gina Lestrade curled up on the floor, unconscious. Her hat has fallen off and she's holding a revolver.

// gina soon ♥️

( Gina pokes her head in alleyways, the back doors of old buildings, even a few dumpsters, but no body turns up. She turns around to face Claudia again. )

Guess I was mistaken. Sorry again about that, Miss...?

// scotland yard's detectives are dropping like fucking flies /j

Oh, I ain't from Scotland. Scotland Yard's the police HQ over in London. 'S a weird name.

Now c'mon, can't keep standin' around 'ere.

( She walks in the direction she assumes Claudia must have come from, keeping an eye on her. )

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It's like I can still 'ear 'is voice...

Yea. Name's Gina Lestrade.

( She reaches into her coat, pulling out her badge. )

I'm an inspector wiv Scotland Yard.

... I'd like t'think that's true, but I still gotta 'ave a look 'round. If we don't find nuffin', then sorry for the trouble, but if we don't, I'm gonna 'ave to book ya.

( Incredibly Sceptical Look. )

Yea, well, 'til I find whoever it is wot bled all over ya, I ain't lettin' ya scarper off, got that?

Ya imp-plied it! Whose bleedin' blood is it, then?!

... Oh.

( Believing her... for all of five seconds. )

'Old it! Ya tryin' t'lead me down the garden path, kid? 'Ow are ya not dead if all 'at's yers?

( ... Lifting something off your muse's person. Just for fun. )

( Just. Staring at it in her hand for a moment with a mix of intrigue and disgust. Then tossing it back to them like she's throwing a fish back in the water. )

... Yer Wot

Lumme, wot's wiv all the odd-lookin' folk 'round 'ere?

Mael Stronghart smiling with his eyes closed

// lord stronghart i'm watching your stream