[That's a LOT to take in. Too much, in a way, and not because she's lacking in intellect. A sense of panic began to mount once she reached the mention of the Fourth's effective measures against the Fog, and it kept her from fully processing everything that came after. What the fuck? What the FUCK is Javert talking about? Even Aunamee's current plight pales next to this development.
Fuck phoning. Fuck writing back. Within ten minutes of receiving his letter she's on the front step of his Dyster home. The door offers no resistance as she makes to open it, but the sheer force of her rage leads her to smash it against the opposite wall with her swing.]
What are you talking about, "effective measures against Her?"
[She strides in as if he'd explicitly invited her to do so, cape swirling in her wake. She yanks the letter from her pocket and raises it with a trembling hand.]
Action!
Fuck phoning. Fuck writing back. Within ten minutes of receiving his letter she's on the front step of his Dyster home. The door offers no resistance as she makes to open it, but the sheer force of her rage leads her to smash it against the opposite wall with her swing.]
What are you talking about, "effective measures against Her?"
[She strides in as if he'd explicitly invited her to do so, cape swirling in her wake. She yanks the letter from her pocket and raises it with a trembling hand.]
Start talking.