13 Toy Soldiers [Voice: Japanese]

[blacksheepgirl]

[The post starts out with a loud clatter as the communicator hits the floor - this frequency tends to have a lot of these, doesn't it? But this time it's not followed up by more sounds of destruction...not yet, anyway. After a long minute of silence she finally speaks, just a tense whisper.]

Of course. I knew it, of course. I always knew. This was

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[7th_warrant]

-Oh, look who's finally come out of his room to watch.-

[blacksheepgirl]

[Hope you've got a good view of the show there, cause her foot just went though another one of your chairs.]

[7th_warrant]

-Oh, he's just going to... stand in the doorway and watch.-

[blacksheepgirl]

[She storms over to the couch, ripping a cushion off and hurling it against the wall. Has she noticed his presence yet? Who knows.]

[7th_warrant]

... Kaoru.

[blacksheepgirl]

[She whips around at the sound of her name, glaring poisonously at the intrusion on her tantrum.]

What. What do you want? Going to tell me to stop? Try and reason with me? Or maybe you'll just throw me out. You should have done it before.

[There goes another cushion.] Well?! Say something!

[7th_warrant]

...

Follow me.

We're going to the rooftop.

[blacksheepgirl]

Don't-

[She bites back on whatever else she was going to say - no point. She looks away from him instead, staring at the ground in resignation. Lead the way.]

[7th_warrant]

-Up and out they go. It's still bitterly cold, and half the roof is wrecked from the building crash. But Testament's favorite post is remarkable undamaged. He walks over to it, Succubus flying to perch on a spire... likely an old transmitter of some sort. Useless and broken.-

You're angry...

[blacksheepgirl]

[She follows silently until they reach the roof. She moves to stand near the edge, staring out over the city rather than look anywhere near him. Her hands are clenched at her side, still trembling with rage.]

What do you expect me to do? Let them do as they please without a word?

[7th_warrant]

I expect nothing. I brought you hear so that you might, perhaps, find something...

[blacksheepgirl]

Start making sense. There's nothing up here.

[7th_warrant]

Precisely.

Only when there is nothing left... can something be gained.

[blacksheepgirl]

[A weak glare.] Did you bring me here just to tell me riddles?

[7th_warrant]

It's no riddle...

... we can go back, if you'd like. Or I can leave you alone. Your choice.

[blacksheepgirl]

...

[She turns away again, not moving from the spot.]

...stay.