002 [video]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh doesn't look well, but she's putting forth a solid effort. She's got her hair up and a coat slung over her shoulder, half buttoned, to cover the mess of bandages. But her face is pale and strained. She's been injured and hasn't yet recovered.]

Hello, Hadriel. I hope you're all well, or at least -- recovering.

Recent events have made two things clear to me. First, that the gods will attempt to turn us against each other. And secondly, that they can influence our minds in ways far more direct that I had anticipated. A protocol must be created so this will not happen again.

[She takes a deep breath and winces.]

However, I don't have the proper training to make such a thing. So I am reaching out to everyone here. If you have ideas, I would like to hear them.

Thank you.

[There's a pause.]

I am sorry, to the man I hurt. I'm afraid don't know your name.

That is all.

Comments

[text]

[mismanagement]

Yes.

[There's no point in dying it or trying to apologize again. Maketh has said her piece. Now she has to deal with the aftermath.]

[text]

[greywaren]

hes 18. you fucking shot him he could have died

i want you to remember that.

[Which is pretty hypocritical, considering how Ronan himself was affected, but to him, that's irrelevant. He doesn't care about the person he fought, he cares about Adam.]

[text]

[mismanagement]

yes

[There is nothing to say. This is what she did.]

[text]

[greywaren]

you better pray you never meet me in person

[text]

[mismanagement]

what do you want from me?

[text]

[greywaren]

i wanted to know who you were. now i do

[And that's the long and short of it, to be honest. Ronan doesn't use his phone much at all, so he never planned on having a long conversation with her. Just as long as she knows what she did, and what's coming for her if Ronan ever meets her in person. That's enough.]

thats it

[text]

[mismanagement]

very well

[Maketh supposes it was inevitable that she would make an enemy in this place.]