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[The sound of breaking glass can be heard followed by a very rage filled scream. Someone woke up to a very earth shattering discovery this evening. She always feared this would happen and now that it has... Rip's anger and sorrow can practically be felt reverberating through her device as there's a frantic sound of motion before her device clicks on to video.

For a brief moment, there's the sight of her tiny pumpkaboo who looks really worried before it darts behind the camera. When Rip comes into view she's reaching for her musket. Her long hair hides her face but, the rage is hard to miss in her every motion as she grabs her gun and heads for the door only to pause.

She moves towards her device and grabs it.]

He's gone.

[That's all she has to say before she clicks off her device.]

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[Rip's not taking Namur's leaving well. At all. More than a few random people might just be lying dead or dying in the wake of her passing as she heads towards Everglade. Once there, no one is safe from her rage.]

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Hey sis.

[He's not sure what else to say. He's CERTAINLY not going to reprimand her, ~~leave that to the idiot marine if he wants to be family!~~ but nor can he work up the energy to be hurt or angry.]

[Still, he knows exactly how mental he'd go without Grell, and even losing Rip would be hard on him, and Namur, but at the same time... he promised not to come get Namur again. The hardest thing since burying Pops.] Want to drink or destroy things more, yoi?

Both.

[Mental was one way to put how she was feeling. Rip's no stranger to loosing people to the nature of worlds like this but, this just hits harder than it ever did before. She wants to scream, beg, cry...Rip felt like she was in pure agony.]

[That, weirdly enough, gets a smile from Marco, and a light in his eyes.]

[Although he tugs her close and hands her a bottle, there's little mistaking the murderous intent.] Both can be done.

[She takes the bottle automatically and leans into him a bit. The murderous intent is only matched by her own.]

Good. Zhen lets set zome things on fire.

How big do you want it?

I vant all of Everglade to feel my pain.

[She takes a sip from the bottle.]

I've lost my lover und my sisters. I vant everyzhing to burn.

Excellent, let's make lots of smaller ones and scatter them everywhere. The wind will do the work for us, and everyone will be too busy trying to save things to fix it.

[Doot doot doot... making a bonfire...]

[She just nods and starts hitting the bottle hard. Despite how hard it usually is for her to get drunk, she's making one hell of an effort now.]

Make sure zhey become uncontrollable after avhile. Zhe more people zhat get caught up in it, zhe better.

Of course! No fun keeping things tame and easy.

[Another nod. Despite her fear of fire, rage and sorrow overwhelm everything else. Rip wants to destroy and cause the blood soaked chaos her insanity craves. She doesn't want to fight it anymore.. not right now with how much was taken from her.]

I vant everyone to hurt as much as I do.

[Another swig of her bottle, emptying it before smashing it into the ground. Tears were starting to trail down her cheeks after a few moments.]

He meant zhe vorld to me. I couldn't haf...Marco, bring him back.. please

Rip, enough! [He doesn't catch up to her until Everglade, but he looks ready to fight, even if he can't win.] This won't bring him back, and those people did nothing to you.

[She barely pauses as she shoulders her musket. The anger and killing intent coming off of her in waves is enough to send people running. At least, the ones lucky enough to escape her warpath.]

I don't care. He vas everything to me so zhis vorld is going to feel my wrath.

And then what, do you think that'll really be enough?

It doesn't matter if it's enough or not. I just need zhem to feel vat I feel.

[Which was pain. Anger and unending pain of loosing Namur.]

Why? So you can keep feeling worse?

[She doesn't say anything but, her musket is moving as she slides it off her shoulder and has it aimed at him within a few seconds. When she does finally turn to him, tears are trailing down her cheeks and she's trembling with all the pent up rage and sorrow.

Thinking straight really isn't... something she's capable of doing right now.]

I vant him back.

Rip?!

[Just what in the high hell is going on here? He knows that she went to visit Namur recently but what could've sparked this outrage---Oh. Augustine's mind goes completely blank.]

He's gone?

[Oh shit.]

Rip, wait---!

[Silence. Augustine stares at the empty screen in shock. Namur is gone? No, that's not possible. That can't possibly be the case but Rip wouldn't lie about something like this. He knows that better than anyone but still it's difficult to comprehend.

Namur is gone and Rip is about to lose her everlasting mind.

Augustine had every intention of working late this evening but after witnessing this, he decides to leave the museum early. He doesn't know where Rip has gone but he figures to check around Everglade first before venturing into Fayren. His only concern is finding her before anyone else does.

The last thing he wants is for Rip to get hurt or worse, kill someone else.]

[Finding Rip in Everglade would be easy enough. He just needed to follow the path of destruction she was causing to her current location somewhere in Everglade. Bullets broke street lights, shattered windows and blood splatter decorated the side of the buildings as corpses littered alley ways.

Rip wasn't being subtle. Her sorrow and rage could be felt long before anyone got close to her and for the moment, she was stopped, her musket held tight against her chest as her tears stain her cheeks. Does she know he's there? Vaguely. ]

[She knows what that rage feels like, and how it feels to dish it out onto others. Rip and Namur made the cutest couple, so it's quite a shame that this had to happen. Grell does catch up with Rip, not stopping her rampage, but also not participating in it.

She does want to run for Mayor of this city...but she loves death and destruction. What a dilemma! Grell will have to play it by ear, it seems.

At least she's dressed for anything.

Making sure to not get accidentally shot by approaching too suddenly, Grell makes her way over to Rip, stepping over a couple of bodies .

What would you like me to do, dear sister?

[Because for once, Grell isn't sure. She's not all that great at consoling people without violence.]

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[By the time Grell finally reaches her, fires have been set with Marco's help, death and destruction mark her path and Rip..Is still. Her musket gripped hard in her hands as she listens to her sister's approach.]

Bring him back.

[Even Rip knows that wish is impossible but, it's what she wants more than anything in the entire universe. She doesn't turn around but, it's easy to see her grip on her musket was tightening as her rage and sorrow just seemed to fill the area around her.]

I can't do zhis vithout him.. I can't stay sane vithout him.

If I could, he'd be here already.

[One of the feelings Grell loathes with every fiber of her being is feeling helpless. She doubts even Marco can fulfil such a wish. She sighs softly, feeling antsy at doing nothing, especially with all the chaos everywhere.]

You won't be alone, Rip. You'll be pleased to know that none of us are actually sane.

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