cool motive, still murder

[niffin]

Who: Alice Quinn (niffin), Alan Bradley (alan_1), and you
When: 17th - 22nd-ish.
Where: The Hold, where you hold stuff. 
What: Post-trial. Alice is hanging out in the hold, because apparently convincing minors to arm disastrous deadly traps is frowned upon outside of Jumanji. 
Warnings: Probable discussion of character death and violence

[ If you'd like a specific starter, just let me know OOC. ]

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[niffin]

[They're the colour (or rather, the quality) of magic, the sort that she's turned on Chara before. Something burns in them, big and angry and painstakingly constrained. ]

I've always known that you could, Chara.

[ Alice turns away, baby blues flashing out of view, and paces beside the glass. Her arms fold. It's difficult to forget why she sought them out in the first place. Why she ever bothered to talk to Sans. A few short months, but it already feels like a lifetime ago.

She pauses. ]

So where does that leave us?

[ It's a question, not an implication or threat. ]

[heart_breaking]

... At Moira Murderer's Anonymous?

[An unreadable smile ghosts over their face.] You should come early.

We can catch up over butchering someone, sometime.

[Maybe not so unreadable after all.]