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[thirty five] TRIUMPHANT RETURN. Kind of.

[Video flicks on to show... a much changed Molly Carpenter. Her hair is purple, and it looks like it's been a while since she had a decent meal or a hot shower. Maybe a long while.]

Is everything still fucked up around here? No? Good. I'm going to go grab a shower.

[Friends filter]
If you want to talk, give me a half an hour, or you're going to get an eyeful.

[OOC: Yeah, I was so sorry to change her PB, but Mika Boorem doesn't have any look but wholesome and happy, and Molly's just... not there these days.]

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[More arm squeezing/poorly disguised clinging. She puts her head on Molly's shoulder.] Oh, Moll. Why are they after you? Who is after you?

[She leans her head against Cissie's.] The Wardens of the White Council--I no longer have a mentor, so the Doom of Damocles is coming right down on my head. I am a convicted warlock. And all of the bad guys in Chicago. [faint smile] I've been making their lives as difficult and brief as I can manage.

[Cissie's totally curled up beside her. She lets out a little sigh.] Oh, Molly. That's... You're a hero. You're protecting an entire city. Can't they give you a break?

[She sighs a little.] They're not completely wrong, Cissie. I'm pretty borderline. I'm not quite breaking the laws of magic, but it's a pretty fine line. The Merlin's wanted me dead for years, and considering my record...

It would be really easy to see my actions as over that line, rather than beside it.

[She looks up at her.] ...Borderline how?

[...Cissie's going to hate her. Cissie's a hero and Molly is... She's fighting the good fight, but she's no hero.] I've hurt people, Cissie. I've used illusions that caused people to die. Servitors, corrupt cops... It's pretty borderline, where the laws of magic are concerned. Technically I didn't kill anyone [except Harry] but I did put then in situations where that was the likeliest outcome.

[...Oh, Molly. Cissie rests her head on Molly's shoulder again as she talks and resists the urge to hide her face there. She feels kind of sick, but it's for Molly's sake, not hers.] ...But Molly, I thought--you hate using your magic like that.

I do. [Being around death like that--even if they're bad guys--it hurts. Every time.] But there isn't anyone else. All we have left are small talents, Murphy, Marcone, and me. Someone needs to fill the gap Harry left.

[Cissie puts her arm around Molly and hugs her tightly. She thinks she'll keep her sudden irrational anger at Harry for dying and leaving Molly in this mess to herself, though.] I'm so sorry, Molly. Is that--why you came back?

[She'd almost rather not ask that, because it begs the question of whether there was a chance she wouldn't come back, and that's not something Cissie wants to think about.]

I would have come back anyway. [small smile] I wasn't ready to be done here yet. But I guess it was time for me to make a new deal. Maybe the Admiral wanted me to have incentive.

[Cissie holds her a little tighter.] Good. That you would have come back, I mean. [Siiigh] You had plenty of incentive. Maybe if he wouldn't take your inmates from you before you had a chance to help them...

[wryest smile] Maybe Marco was needed at home for something, too.

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