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[usagggiiii]

Who: Rachel (usagggiiii), Ragna (armagus)
What: lmf idk rachel beats some sorry white cracker's ass down
Where: ummmm
When: ummmmmmmmmmm

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[armagus]

What? What?

That was a question she would ask. It was a question that was absolutely worthless on the outside but gave her more than enough answers to several questions she might have had in one go. It was also her way of dealing with things and gave her control with minimal information having to be presented to get maximum information absorbed.

Goddamn it.

"I know that you seriously piss me off! What kind of question is that, Rachel?! I don't know anything other than this is not Kagutsuchi, there's some crazy witch floating around in whatever the-hell-that-place-was when I first got here, and these people here? ARE CRAZY."

It was about as close as he could come to whining about the situation in hopes of a response he wanted without... well, you know, actually crying like a five year old about wanting to go home. He wasn't exactly convinced just yet that they were stuck here. Rachel was Rachel and if he had one good thing to say about her it was that she was skilled in what she did. That didn't stop him from running head first into any fights she picked with him, but it did mean that he was expecting her to be able to figure out how to get them home.

And there was one small thing that he didn't realize he knew, that he sensed as soon as he could stand but was not fully aware of. The Azure Grimoire wasn't responding. There was no life to it, no indication that it even worked anymore. And while it was something he could have added to his list and been more reasonable with Rachel, it never even crossed his mind as being known nevermind trying to make things easier between them. It was just simply stored in the back of his head somewhere, his subconscious pulling on it irrationally in frustration at what to do with this newfound situation and just how fucked they all were. It was also where the most intelligent parts of Ragna's mind gathered together in secrecy to figure out what exactly they would need to know and do to prevent the moron they were a part of from getting himself killed.

Unfortunately, only one had shown up for work today ( which meant that subconscious information would stay back there unless it was thrown in his face by someone else) and it was the piss and moan part of his subconscious (that probably was slamming on the brain function buttons in a pissy rapid fashion for being the only one there) This wasn't funny, this wasn't interesting, this wasn't where he wanted needed to be. And the feeling tugging on him, squealing and there's not a damn thing you can do about it made him want to throw the sand pail out of the sandbox and right into the head of the nearest victim.

To use hostile to describe Ragna's current mood would have been an understatement. Obviously, Ragna did not feel her question was a good enough reason for much of anything.