Desperation makes people do plenty of stupid things. Hope, too. Though I do agree — seems more like bait on a hook.
[Is it all there is? Richie drums his fingers on the side of the bottle, mouth twisting to match the tinge in his chest.]
Could be. Just a slow dissolve into madness. Or you get your clock cleaned by someone who succumbs first. One by one. [He looks to her with a grim humour, the night's shadows amplifying the weary draw to his face.] My heart goes out to the lucky last man standing.
[he absolutely agrees, and yet will also continue the joke. Terrible combination of wills here.]
Worst case scenario, or best? [He shakes his head.] Practically speaking, Marcoh or Uruha might be your best bets for pure survival, or just being damn difficult to take down. I'd pitch Mizu but he's too stupid to take a breather when he's leaking out of twenty new holes.
Personally, I'd rather one of the kids take it. Except then they'd have to live through it. So...I'll put 500 on Uruha.
[it is, very much so, and yet he snorts all the same. We're in a dark mood fellas, might as well get a few chucks in.]
Oh, I do not doubt your capabilities one bit, Miss Shadowheart. [He settles back some, leaning on the hand planted on the ground and letting his head loll to one side. The weight of the day and the booze are sinking in.] I simply thought you've suffered enough for one lifetime, let alone two. It's a very dubious honour we're debating here.
Consider that my soft half speaking. I don't care to see you wrung out dry.
[that's fair. she really doesn't want to have to kill her way through this group of people. that's pretty obvious, too, and she's glad she's not in a place where she feels like she has to. taking another drink and setting the bottle down, settling as well.
it's probably sad to be touched by someone saying they don't want that for her, but it's a sad day.]
Hah. How touching of you. I'll keep that in mind next time I contemplate massacring all of you.
[a bit sarcastic, considering she did appreciate the sentiment, but only to temper the fact that she leans in, an obvious invitation.]
[i thought about uploading a better icon but i know francy would hunt me down in a second]
Maybe I'm counting on it.
[Staving off the future massacre.
This, however, is a bit of a surprise. Not in intention — just that she leans in before he does. It's usually the other way around. He smiles, and gladly obliges.
It's a soft thing. Muted under the blanket of night, the sorrowful mood and sad slosh of liquor. But he doesn't pull away quick either. If she's game for it, he'll go for seconds. He has half a thought to reach up, cup her jaw, maybe brush her hair off her cheek.
[she is not really a shy person; she doesn't tend to make the first move, but she does tend to make it clear when someone else really ought to.
being too quick about it would defeat the point, which is to distract herself for a little while. be preoccupied less with dark thoughts about her past and future and be normal just for a bit. he does do a good job of making her feel normal.
she'll pull away after a few moments, though. lie back on the ground at look up at the sky, head swimming. consider whether she should mention her now private room, then immediately thinks better of it. thinks about su waner and her tidy space with its elegant style. it's an unexpectedly lonely thought, and she should really stop making it a habit of drinking so much and getting maudlin.]
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[and you have to be a little gullible to think so, as hard as it is to admit.]
Why should they keep any of their promises when they haven't so far? Maybe this is all there is.
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[Is it all there is? Richie drums his fingers on the side of the bottle, mouth twisting to match the tinge in his chest.]
Could be. Just a slow dissolve into madness. Or you get your clock cleaned by someone who succumbs first. One by one. [He looks to her with a grim humour, the night's shadows amplifying the weary draw to his face.] My heart goes out to the lucky last man standing.
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[but not improbable. reaching for the alcohol. please share.]
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Think it's a winner take all game? Maybe they'll be the one to make it home sweet home, even if they've been crunched up like an empty soda can.
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Who would you put money on?
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Worst case scenario, or best? [He shakes his head.] Practically speaking, Marcoh or Uruha might be your best bets for pure survival, or just being damn difficult to take down. I'd pitch Mizu but he's too stupid to take a breather when he's leaking out of twenty new holes.
Personally, I'd rather one of the kids take it. Except then they'd have to live through it. So...I'll put 500 on Uruha.
[suck it jan, endgame for you.]
What about yourself?
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[this is absolutely a not funny and fairly cruel joke, but then again, all of this is.]
Neither Marcoh nor Uruha are ruthless where it counts. I'd say Wis'adel. But I'm still offended you didn't choose me.
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Oh, I do not doubt your capabilities one bit, Miss Shadowheart. [He settles back some, leaning on the hand planted on the ground and letting his head loll to one side. The weight of the day and the booze are sinking in.] I simply thought you've suffered enough for one lifetime, let alone two. It's a very dubious honour we're debating here.
Consider that my soft half speaking. I don't care to see you wrung out dry.
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it's probably sad to be touched by someone saying they don't want that for her, but it's a sad day.]
Hah. How touching of you. I'll keep that in mind next time I contemplate massacring all of you.
[a bit sarcastic, considering she did appreciate the sentiment, but only to temper the fact that she leans in, an obvious invitation.]
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Maybe I'm counting on it.
[Staving off the future massacre.
This, however, is a bit of a surprise. Not in intention — just that she leans in before he does. It's usually the other way around. He smiles, and gladly obliges.
It's a soft thing. Muted under the blanket of night, the sorrowful mood and sad slosh of liquor. But he doesn't pull away quick either. If she's game for it, he'll go for seconds. He has half a thought to reach up, cup her jaw, maybe brush her hair off her cheek.
What a pity he lost his left hand last week.]
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being too quick about it would defeat the point, which is to distract herself for a little while. be preoccupied less with dark thoughts about her past and future and be normal just for a bit. he does do a good job of making her feel normal.
she'll pull away after a few moments, though. lie back on the ground at look up at the sky, head swimming. consider whether she should mention her now private room, then immediately thinks better of it. thinks about su waner and her tidy space with its elegant style. it's an unexpectedly lonely thought, and she should really stop making it a habit of drinking so much and getting maudlin.]