[ Voice | Private ]knows_it_allMarch 31 2011, 02:14:07 UTC
They weren't all sick, you know? Located in Dismas or otherwise, they were well taken care of. They were...good people.
[ Some of them were even my friends. ]
And Riza...is that all you have to say about her? That she was an unfortunate addition?!
I should... [ Ring your neck, beat you to a pulp, do to you what you did to them! ] ...no.
No.
[ He shakes his head, although Malfatto can't see. And because he can't see, wrenches off that helmet so he can scrub his hands through his hair, over his face, clench his eyes shut tight and bite down on his lip. A growl emerges, then fades into choked sobs. ]
...you sick son-of-a...
[ There is a long, long pause while he tries to gain his composure again. When the sobs have finally stopped, and he's not on the verge of pulling out his hair in frustration, he finally speaks up once more. ]
I'll see you arrested for this, that's what it means.
[ Because killing you wouldn't do anybody any good. ]
[ Voice | Private ]malfattoreMarch 31 2011, 02:21:55 UTC
Why take the chance? Where people die, more arrive shortly after. Death, birth... it continues and ends perpetually. Good or no, their morals were lacking. They did nothing useful.
{Hold it all in? Why bother? Bird's out of the bag.}
If I'd had my wits about me, I might have refrained from including her in my tasks. Regretfully, all I remember of Riza is being irritated at a wound suffered from her pistol.
{And he hears it, some scuffling, movement on the other end of the Forge, though he can't see it. An insult... he hears that, or at least the start of it. How many times has he been called sick in his lifetime? Laughable.}
[ Voice | Private ]knows_it_allMarch 31 2011, 02:40:14 UTC
...Your wits? By the looks of things, they've been gone a long while.
[ Damn it. Damn it! He can't keep his eyes closed without seeing their faces. ]
[ Ivories stuffing full the mouth of one woman. ]
[ The entrails from another hanging from a chandelier. ]
[ Eyes wide open, staring lifelessly, frozen in terror. ]
...I don't care if you're not scared. I'm not like you. It's not like I get a rise out of this stuff.
Gotta do what I gotta do, though...and in this case that means showing you what being a SOLDIER is all about.
Really wish I didn't have to. I really wish...I hadn't been wrong about you. No, not wrong. I think I knew all along that there was something not right with you...
Hey.
You wanna do this like men? Or am I gonna have to hunt you down?
[ Voice | Private ]malfattoreMarch 31 2011, 03:01:00 UTC
Oh come now.
Do this like men... hunt you down... you act as though I've kicked over your mother's gravestone. {He would.} Get over yourself, lad.
{Saying he's unafraid would be an understatement. Why fear these people? What could they do beyond destroy him in a fit of revenge? And then, ah, he comes back. They all come back.}
If you can find me, you're more than welcome to do what you wish.
[ Voice | Private ]knows_it_allMarch 31 2011, 03:23:00 UTC
[ There is a little flutter in Kunsel's stomach when the challenge is issued, a tiny part of him that thrills in being doubted, in the opportunity to prove someone wrong. ]
[ In this particular instance it feels a little nauseating as well, but he deals with it. He has a goal in sight, something to focus on. ]
Heh...get over myself.
Listen to you. As if this is really about me.
[ A loud clang as the helmet is dropped. A fwump as his leather belt follows. His sword clatters to the floor afterward, more of a statement than the other noises. ]
Of course I'm angry...but this has gone beyond being personal.
[ The shoulder armor follows, and then his gloves, each striking the floor with an a thunk or a soft, leathery slap. ]
You've broken the law. I'm not a member of the Patrol, but I am still a member of SOLDIER, and it's my duty to deal with extraordinary criminals that threaten the safety of civilians.
I won't see you dead for your crimes. That's just too easy.
[ His movement stops at last and he leans close to the Forge,
( ... )
[ Voice | Private ]malfattoreMarch 31 2011, 21:46:31 UTC
Is that so?
{He hears it all, knows what it is. Knows he's dealing with someone just as goddamn faceless as he is himself.}
I fail to see the logic in obnoxious foreigners deciding what the law is when it comes to a world we don't belong to. This isn't your city. The laws aren't yours to make, nor enforce.
{Something between his shoulder blades tightens. The sensation creeps up his spine, grips his neck with chilled, skeletal fingers, closing in.}
{Clenching.}
{Choking.}
{He clears his throat, paranoia smothered by feigned indifference.}
So come, then. Come find me. I assure you you'll regret it.
Was it you?
[ Shiva, tell me it wasn't, please...pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease tell me it wasn't. ]
Did you...
[ He can't fucking look at the screen anymore, he can't. It's everything he can do not to throw the Forge at the moment. ]
...Did you kill them, Malfatto? Riza, and the girls from the brothel?
I want the truth.
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I fail to see the damage done.
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The damage?!
You murdered people, that's the damage! None of them had ever gone out of their way to hurt other people, especially not Riza!
But you did!
[ He won't ask how you could do something like that, either...because knowing you, Mal, you'd say something dry and witty like, "Very carefully." ]
...I can't believe you. I trusted you. I TRUSTED YOU!!!
[ Well, to a degree. He'd wanted to believe you were a good guy, Mal. He'd almost convinced himself, too...and then this happened. ]
You know what this means.
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{And there it is, splayed body on the slab, exposed and reeking. Out there. Hideous.}
The whores hurt everyone by merely existing, spreading that filth around. Riza was an unfortunate addition.
To be honest {oddly enough, it is} I scarcely remember running into her in the first place. And then she was dead.
{He sighs, then, muttering Kunsel's name to himself, almost scolding.}
Quite the error in judgment, no?
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[ Some of them were even my friends. ]
And Riza...is that all you have to say about her? That she was an unfortunate addition?!
I should... [ Ring your neck, beat you to a pulp, do to you what you did to them! ] ...no.
No.
[ He shakes his head, although Malfatto can't see. And because he can't see, wrenches off that helmet so he can scrub his hands through his hair, over his face, clench his eyes shut tight and bite down on his lip. A growl emerges, then fades into choked sobs. ]
...you sick son-of-a...
[ There is a long, long pause while he tries to gain his composure again. When the sobs have finally stopped, and he's not on the verge of pulling out his hair in frustration, he finally speaks up once more. ]
I'll see you arrested for this, that's what it means.
[ Because killing you wouldn't do anybody any good. ]
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{Hold it all in? Why bother? Bird's out of the bag.}
If I'd had my wits about me, I might have refrained from including her in my tasks. Regretfully, all I remember of Riza is being irritated at a wound suffered from her pistol.
{And he hears it, some scuffling, movement on the other end of the Forge, though he can't see it. An insult... he hears that, or at least the start of it. How many times has he been called sick in his lifetime? Laughable.}
Chilled to the bone, I am.
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[ Damn it. Damn it! He can't keep his eyes closed without seeing their faces. ]
[ Ivories stuffing full the mouth of one woman. ]
[ The entrails from another hanging from a chandelier. ]
[ Eyes wide open, staring lifelessly, frozen in terror. ]
...I don't care if you're not scared. I'm not like you. It's not like I get a rise out of this stuff.
Gotta do what I gotta do, though...and in this case that means showing you what being a SOLDIER is all about.
Really wish I didn't have to. I really wish...I hadn't been wrong about you. No, not wrong. I think I knew all along that there was something not right with you...
Hey.
You wanna do this like men? Or am I gonna have to hunt you down?
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Do this like men... hunt you down... you act as though I've kicked over your mother's gravestone. {He would.} Get over yourself, lad.
{Saying he's unafraid would be an understatement. Why fear these people? What could they do beyond destroy him in a fit of revenge? And then, ah, he comes back. They all come back.}
If you can find me, you're more than welcome to do what you wish.
{Good luck with that.}
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[ In this particular instance it feels a little nauseating as well, but he deals with it. He has a goal in sight, something to focus on. ]
Heh...get over myself.
Listen to you. As if this is really about me.
[ A loud clang as the helmet is dropped. A fwump as his leather belt follows. His sword clatters to the floor afterward, more of a statement than the other noises. ]
Of course I'm angry...but this has gone beyond being personal.
[ The shoulder armor follows, and then his gloves, each striking the floor with an a thunk or a soft, leathery slap. ]
You've broken the law. I'm not a member of the Patrol, but I am still a member of SOLDIER, and it's my duty to deal with extraordinary criminals that threaten the safety of civilians.
I won't see you dead for your crimes. That's just too easy.
[ His movement stops at last and he leans close to the Forge, ( ... )
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{He hears it all, knows what it is. Knows he's dealing with someone just as goddamn faceless as he is himself.}
I fail to see the logic in obnoxious foreigners deciding what the law is when it comes to a world we don't belong to. This isn't your city. The laws aren't yours to make, nor enforce.
{Something between his shoulder blades tightens. The sensation creeps up his spine, grips his neck with chilled, skeletal fingers, closing in.}
{Clenching.}
{Choking.}
{He clears his throat, paranoia smothered by feigned indifference.}
So come, then. Come find me. I assure you you'll regret it.
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