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Who: Rita Mordio foul_moods & Raven cyaninstant
What: A conversation that had to be done.
When: After this post.
Where: In Rita's room, 3-15.
Warnings: Angst and quirky doors.
Format: Script.
Raven: *finally finds the right hallway after getting lost a few times*
[good luck getting past the door Raven]
Raven: ..... *knocks?*
Door: OW! THAT HURT!
Raven: *jumps backward a bit* ....this one talks, too!?
Door: Of course I talk you jerk! We doors have feelings too, you insensitive fleshbag! [it might sniff, if it had a nose]
Raven: ...er...pardon me?
Door: I refuse to talk to you until you apologize to me.
Raven: .....to a door?
Door: [not talking to you]
Raven: ..............
Raven: *clears his throat and bows* my sincerest apologies.
Door: Better, I was going to call my brother the meat grinder if you didn't. Now, what can I do for you fleshbag?
Raven: *mutters* could be a little more polite yerself...Uh. *louder* I've got business with a young lady by th' name of Rita Mordio.
Door: Oh, her. Go on in while I call the cleaning bots. She's bound to make a mess of you. [slides open~!]
Raven: ....very encouraging. *goes in*
Rita: [in her room, goggles over her eyes, lab coat over her colorful outfit and working with some test tubes. The room is clearly a science lab with only a bed to indicate otherwise. Enjoy breaking her out of her concentration, apparently she didn't even notice your meeting with her door.]
Raven: *stands there for a moment, taking this all in. Considering he never saw her house in Aspio....*
Raven: ...*clears his throat*
Rita: [nada. Don't mind her writing something down on a sheet of paper.]
Raven: Rita, darlin'?
Rita: [might want to dodge that beaker coming flying at your face. Who knows what's in it.]
Raven: *ducks* Augh! I ain't even said anythin' yet!
Rita: [blinks, pushes up her goggles and spots you.] Oh, sorry. Reflex. [she says sorry, but she doesn't really mean it. That beaker splats against the door by the way who shrieks and screams about worker union rights and blah blah blah, she sighs.]
Raven: ...is that thing gonna be listenin'?
Rita: I doubt it. I can always toast it if it does, I need a better door anyway. The last one was quieter. [at her emphasis, the door falls quiet. Apparently she's got a reputation for being terrible for door longevity.]
Raven: ...*decides not to comment on that*
Rita: [taking off her coat and tossing it over her pile of boo- I mean bed.] So, start talking.
Raven: *sighs a bit and tucks his hands into his belt* first...what's th' last thing ya remember?
Rita: Spare me the details, I just want to know why you did it. [unhelpful!]
Raven: ....did what is th' question.
Rita: Give her away! Why did you betray us and give Estelle to that creep? [oops, she just toppled over into angry]
Raven: ....*sighs*
Raven: fer one thing, he wasn't always a creep. An' I didn't know he'd hurt her.
Raven: *holds up his hands* but those ain't excuses, so hear me out.
Rita: [she's giving you a face that says you'd better talk fast.]
Raven: ...I ain't proud that I lied ta you all...but only knowin' one way of livin' fer so long makes it a bit hard ta change.
Raven: *tucks his arms into his sleeves, a bit of a defensive gesture* Usedta be a knight. Got killed during th' war.
Rita: [fortunately for you, she's a little quicker than her counterpart Yuri, so that growing expression of rage is halted by a flicker of realization.] Alexei did something to you. [she was holed up in the center of blastia research after all, it shouldn't be surprising that she's at least heard some rumors of blastia experimentation on people. Even if she doesn't know they were actually in progress.]
Raven: *just unbuttons his shirt--THIS IS NOT AWKWARD REALLY*
Rita: [goes a bright red as her eyes widen, zoning in on that manly chest of Raven's.] ... that's...
Raven: it's--...well. Y'can probably tell.
Rita: [clenches her fist and looks away, almost forcibly, to move into a thinking position.] I knew there were rumors, but I never thought someone would go so far as to conduct human experimentation with blastia... I don't even want to think about the procedure involved. But to actually remove your heart and implant a... [have a sharp look] This means you were always working for him. Ever since we met you.
Raven: ...told you, I was dead. My heart wasn't workin' anyway.
Raven: ...had...orders ta make sure the princess didn't get inta trouble.
Rita: Then meeting you, you following us... it was all planned. [strangely, she seems to have fallen away from the fact that you hurt Estelle, she'll surely get back to it in a moment but for now her eyes are bright with anger and... something that might look a little like pained betrayal.] All of it was fake.
Raven: ......
Raven: *sighs* may's well hit me an' get it over with.
Rita: It meant nothing to you? I- [she breaks of sharply, and suddenly seems to go cold. Every emotion that was flickering on her face just seems to switch to rage that swells and builds.] You stupid...!
Raven: *just...standing there, waiting for it*
Rita: ... I hate you. I HATE YOU. GET OUT NOW!
Raven: *wasn't expecting this exact reaction, but turns towards the door after a moment*
Rita: [she can't stand the sight of you, she's digging her nails so hard into her palms that she's broken the skin. Almost without thought, she picks up another beaker as if she's planning to throw it at you. She even makes the motion, slopping its contents but stops at the last moment. If you think she's crying, it's obviously a trick of the light.]
Raven: *stops as if he's about to say something, then just shakes his head*
Raven: ....*gives the door a look*
Door: [makes a dissaproving sniff noise]
Raven: ....you want pieces of me splattered all over ya?
Raven: be my guest.
Door: [apparently the thought of splattered meat all over it is repulsive enough and it slides open with nary a comment or remark.]
Raven: *steps outside finally*
Rita: [just. Lets the beaker hit the floor and crack, spilling its contents all over the floor before slumping in a workchair. She just doesn't trust herself to speak right now.]
Raven: *stands in the hall for a moment, passing a hand over his face, before wandering off in the vague direction of his room*
What: A conversation that had to be done.
When: After this post.
Where: In Rita's room, 3-15.
Warnings: Angst and quirky doors.
Format: Script.
Raven: *finally finds the right hallway after getting lost a few times*
[good luck getting past the door Raven]
Raven: ..... *knocks?*
Door: OW! THAT HURT!
Raven: *jumps backward a bit* ....this one talks, too!?
Door: Of course I talk you jerk! We doors have feelings too, you insensitive fleshbag! [it might sniff, if it had a nose]
Raven: ...er...pardon me?
Door: I refuse to talk to you until you apologize to me.
Raven: .....to a door?
Door: [not talking to you]
Raven: ..............
Raven: *clears his throat and bows* my sincerest apologies.
Door: Better, I was going to call my brother the meat grinder if you didn't. Now, what can I do for you fleshbag?
Raven: *mutters* could be a little more polite yerself...Uh. *louder* I've got business with a young lady by th' name of Rita Mordio.
Door: Oh, her. Go on in while I call the cleaning bots. She's bound to make a mess of you. [slides open~!]
Raven: ....very encouraging. *goes in*
Rita: [in her room, goggles over her eyes, lab coat over her colorful outfit and working with some test tubes. The room is clearly a science lab with only a bed to indicate otherwise. Enjoy breaking her out of her concentration, apparently she didn't even notice your meeting with her door.]
Raven: *stands there for a moment, taking this all in. Considering he never saw her house in Aspio....*
Raven: ...*clears his throat*
Rita: [nada. Don't mind her writing something down on a sheet of paper.]
Raven: Rita, darlin'?
Rita: [might want to dodge that beaker coming flying at your face. Who knows what's in it.]
Raven: *ducks* Augh! I ain't even said anythin' yet!
Rita: [blinks, pushes up her goggles and spots you.] Oh, sorry. Reflex. [she says sorry, but she doesn't really mean it. That beaker splats against the door by the way who shrieks and screams about worker union rights and blah blah blah, she sighs.]
Raven: ...is that thing gonna be listenin'?
Rita: I doubt it. I can always toast it if it does, I need a better door anyway. The last one was quieter. [at her emphasis, the door falls quiet. Apparently she's got a reputation for being terrible for door longevity.]
Raven: ...*decides not to comment on that*
Rita: [taking off her coat and tossing it over her pile of boo- I mean bed.] So, start talking.
Raven: *sighs a bit and tucks his hands into his belt* first...what's th' last thing ya remember?
Rita: Spare me the details, I just want to know why you did it. [unhelpful!]
Raven: ....did what is th' question.
Rita: Give her away! Why did you betray us and give Estelle to that creep? [oops, she just toppled over into angry]
Raven: ....*sighs*
Raven: fer one thing, he wasn't always a creep. An' I didn't know he'd hurt her.
Raven: *holds up his hands* but those ain't excuses, so hear me out.
Rita: [she's giving you a face that says you'd better talk fast.]
Raven: ...I ain't proud that I lied ta you all...but only knowin' one way of livin' fer so long makes it a bit hard ta change.
Raven: *tucks his arms into his sleeves, a bit of a defensive gesture* Usedta be a knight. Got killed during th' war.
Rita: [fortunately for you, she's a little quicker than her counterpart Yuri, so that growing expression of rage is halted by a flicker of realization.] Alexei did something to you. [she was holed up in the center of blastia research after all, it shouldn't be surprising that she's at least heard some rumors of blastia experimentation on people. Even if she doesn't know they were actually in progress.]
Raven: *just unbuttons his shirt--THIS IS NOT AWKWARD REALLY*
Rita: [goes a bright red as her eyes widen, zoning in on that manly chest of Raven's.] ... that's...
Raven: it's--...well. Y'can probably tell.
Rita: [clenches her fist and looks away, almost forcibly, to move into a thinking position.] I knew there were rumors, but I never thought someone would go so far as to conduct human experimentation with blastia... I don't even want to think about the procedure involved. But to actually remove your heart and implant a... [have a sharp look] This means you were always working for him. Ever since we met you.
Raven: ...told you, I was dead. My heart wasn't workin' anyway.
Raven: ...had...orders ta make sure the princess didn't get inta trouble.
Rita: Then meeting you, you following us... it was all planned. [strangely, she seems to have fallen away from the fact that you hurt Estelle, she'll surely get back to it in a moment but for now her eyes are bright with anger and... something that might look a little like pained betrayal.] All of it was fake.
Raven: ......
Raven: *sighs* may's well hit me an' get it over with.
Rita: It meant nothing to you? I- [she breaks of sharply, and suddenly seems to go cold. Every emotion that was flickering on her face just seems to switch to rage that swells and builds.] You stupid...!
Raven: *just...standing there, waiting for it*
Rita: ... I hate you. I HATE YOU. GET OUT NOW!
Raven: *wasn't expecting this exact reaction, but turns towards the door after a moment*
Rita: [she can't stand the sight of you, she's digging her nails so hard into her palms that she's broken the skin. Almost without thought, she picks up another beaker as if she's planning to throw it at you. She even makes the motion, slopping its contents but stops at the last moment. If you think she's crying, it's obviously a trick of the light.]
Raven: *stops as if he's about to say something, then just shakes his head*
Raven: ....*gives the door a look*
Door: [makes a dissaproving sniff noise]
Raven: ....you want pieces of me splattered all over ya?
Raven: be my guest.
Door: [apparently the thought of splattered meat all over it is repulsive enough and it slides open with nary a comment or remark.]
Raven: *steps outside finally*
Rita: [just. Lets the beaker hit the floor and crack, spilling its contents all over the floor before slumping in a workchair. She just doesn't trust herself to speak right now.]
Raven: *stands in the hall for a moment, passing a hand over his face, before wandering off in the vague direction of his room*