034 VOICE LIST TWELVE + SPAM

[deadliestviper]

[Art room spam]
[Bea's almost made it to a thousand paper cranes. When worry or anger overtook her in the days since port she parked herself in the art room and began working on the origami; several sessions later, she's hit nine hundred and is still working hard. She's surrounded by her handiwork, cranes of different sizes and colors littering the table around her as she folds another piece of paper sideways.

The look on her face, however, is not one of determination or concentration. She's frowning, eyes downcast, brow furrowed as she works. The task is obviously not what's on her mind.]

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[deadliestviper]

[A select few of the cranes are the only ones she cares about. She looks up at Eddie and shrugs.]

There are more beings out there than the Admiral. Maybe somebody does.

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[insolubleriddle]

After the Aztec Gods, I have no good reason to disagree. But if this one's anything like its distant brethren, I wouldn't keep your hopes up.

[He brings out one of his wooden figurines to paint. They're starting to look better, a little more like the people he's shaping them into.

This one, though it's hard to tell while it's absent of color, is Chris.]

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[deadliestviper]

That one happened? Christ.

[She's glad she wasn't there for that. Nothing against beheading or cutting out hears in general, of course, but she wouldn't want it done to hers.

The thought presses her on to fold another crane, but she glances over at Nygma's work curiously.]

Hand-carved?

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[insolubleriddle]

Unfortunately.

[To answer Bea's question, he briefly puts his paint brush aside to pick up and better present the wooden statue.]

To the best of my ability, yes. Keeps the hands busy.

[And hands like his always need some sort of distraction.]