Has anyone else happened to notice anything...odd?
[Footsteps; Razer is walking. They stop abruptly after a moment.]
That isn't right at all.
Perhaps--ah...
[Long silence.]
Precursors, how in hell is it even possible to get lost on this level? It's--
It's supposed to be--
[Another pause. There's the sound of a gloved hand slapping the
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[...What.]
Still about as naive as the rest in the long-run, but you really aren't stupid. It's rather surprising at times.
[WHAT.]
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Didn't know you paid such close attention to me. Do I feel honored or pissed about that?
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[Razer does have a fair measure of respect for Ashelin. He just also happens to hate her--possibly because she's most certainly worthy of this respect, and Razer dislikes that in a woman.
HE JUST NEVER HAD ANY INTENTION OF TELLING HER ANY OF THAT.]
Taking my position into account, I think you should be honored. Taking your personality into account, I assume you'll be pissed.
But then, so would I.
[...He did NOT just draw a comparison between himself and Ashelin. Oh Mar what the HELL.]
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You'd be pissed if you were, huh? Now this is just getting too good to pass up. Go on, Razer. I'm sure you've got lots more to say.
[This is the first time Ashe is really actually enjoying this punishment. Thanks, Razer.]
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I think I'd like to tell you about how willingly I'd screw either of your partners--because while I know how far Krimzon Guard Commander tattoos are supposed to go, the patterns on Torn must be interesting to say the least. And Phoenix...well.
Do I really need to mention the hilarity of you being so attached to a man that looks like me five years ago? Really, Ashelin, how do you justify that?
[Turnabout. Your go.]
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You're a bastard.
[She scowls.]
You're not involved. You don't get it. I don't want you involved, so stay the hell out or I'll force you out. For what it's worth - which isn't much - Phoenix is ten times better looking than you. Guess it's true what they say. You lose your looks and keep the charm with old age.
[Because you're a fucking old man, Razer.]
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All that. All that and you still called me charming.
But for the record, having you calling me old is just as amusing, because the variant of you I know best is sleeping with Torn, who is barely a year younger than I am. And most certainly not half as attractive.
[Pause.]
Perhaps that's it. You like Phoenix because he's as pretty as me and probably about as young as Torn was when you first started flashing cleavage at him. The best of two worlds without having to commit xenophilia.
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She sort of walked into it. It's pretty much her fault.]
Look, you like who the hell you like. I don't analyze it. It's not important to me.
Just... keep your damn hands off.
[She hates saying that. Don't remember it, please. Just assume she's rambling like a stupid woman.]
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[Which means something to someone from Kras, of course.]
--but I'm fairly certain the second is deliciously corruptible.
Nonetheless, I can be polite, after a fashion. I'll clean him up before I give him back.
[Normally he wouldn't say things like this in public, but...yeah, it doesn't bother him at all.]
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[Razer is the most terrible person ever. Really. He is.]
Don't treat him like a toy. He can do better than you any day.
[Because damn right she's better.]
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Because managing to throw your city into open war within less than a year of having it under your rule is clearly so much better than keeping everything tidy and neat and sweeping all the harshest dust and bloodshed under the table and away from the public eye.
[HE SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT.]
You're a horrible strategist, a terrible ruler, and the only respect I grudgingly hold for you is due to nothing more than your completely cutthroat style of racing--you're known for firing on your own teammates at any opportunity. I'm fairly certain you blew out Torn's car more often than you even aimed for mine.
[Normally even Razer would have stopped talking by now. This is ridiculous and terrible and his mun is so sorry oh my god.]I outrace you, outwit you, and most certainly outclass you in every possible way. Even my eyes are a clearer shade of green than yours ( ... )
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[He's rubbed her the wrong way five hundred times too many.]
You talk so much. You really want to see who's better? I'll take you on whenever you're ready. I'm definitely not afraid of you and I'm not afraid of kicking your ass. When I do, you get to admit that the same woman who's apparently so bad with this and that just beat the living shit out of you.
[Does she sound pissed? Because she is. She's excessively pissed. She's obsessively pissed. She's wanted to beat you up for so long, Razer. It'd make her feel so much better. You know you wanna go!]
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Precursors, Erol socializes better than you, and he's a homicidal rapist with massively sadistic tendencies in everything he does. Even he makes friends easier than you do.
Or perhaps I just give you too much credit and you honestly think you can rile me. Which you could, I'm horribly effected by the public opinion, but having that opinion come from you changes the terms a little.
[Why the hell did he say that. He makes an unintelligible sound of aggravation.]
If you could find me, I'd be more than happy to beat you all to hell. It wouldn't be the first time I maimed someone who stood at such an obvious disadvantage.
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