Erika really couldn't thank that girl enough - not really for the pitiful healing, as her body still screamed in pain as she laboriously threw herself into the hallway. No, it was because she bothered to use her "power" in the first place. Suddenly, it made sense, everything made sense! Why her detective's authority had been revoked to begin with, why she couldn't use it up until last night, and perhaps it would even explain how that idiot Aguilar had been able to revoke a right that was not his. Perhaps she was no longer... No, she never was the detective of the board. It made sense that she would be able to get this sort of strange intuition now, something that normally would be forbidden.
"Hah... I'll show you... I'll find that device and smash it. And then you'll see what the true power of the detective is. Aguilaaaar
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It'd been a good move to bring his own radio tonight, the device tucked in the back of his pants so that he could catch any announcements if their 'helpers' decided to bother with the thing. But instead of anything remotely useful the God-General's planning had rewarded him with nothing more than an earful of whining, quietly rolling his eyes as he continued his way down the hallway. How typical it was to have their 'saviors' be so incompetent, and Sync had learned long ago that the only person he could expect to get anything done was himself
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/scream THIS IS SO HIDEOUSwitchdetectiveSeptember 18 2011, 22:17:03 UTC
It figured that Sync would be the first person she would see. Erika had grown to be a little too dependent on him as a substitute for Dlanor, since he had the strange tendency to show up exactly when she needed him. Therefore, it was easy for her to mistake him as an ally of sorts, however tenuous their supposed "partnership" actually was. Yet the moment he sneered at her, Erika knew that he was absolutely none of those things that made Dlanor so reliable, even if she was useless in her own way: At least Dlanor could be commanded to keep her stupid mouth shut.
The only thing that kept Erika from raging at Sync was her immense pain keeping her from doing anything too violent, but she supposed it was also the fact that although he had led her to that place to watch her die, he knew she would have been revived. Now Erika knew why Sync was willing to go through a trial he did before and it had nothing to do with accomplishing anything. He simply wanted a diversion from his boredom. If that was the case, then it was fitting revenge to
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lmao i can't.ran_on_emptySeptember 20 2011, 01:21:59 UTC
If there was one thing that Erika never failed at it was finding ways to amuse him, and now was no exception with all those emotions running through her. Most would've thought it was too cruel to pull an ignorant group along a set of trials just for his own entertainment. Yet Erika was hardly innocent, and if her overall attitude about everything around could be a considered a hint then he could confidently say that she deserved what came to her.
"Are you kidding me? I was looking forward to having a night where I didn't have to deal with your stupid face." And it was certainly true, because even now he could just run off and leave the latter to fend for herself. But whether it was all just part of Erika's fabrication or if there really was a piece of information important enough to share it to an obvious enemy, Sync didn't see much reason not to stay behind for at least a few more minutes. After all, the worst she could do was just lead him to his death
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i'm a very serious RPer.witchdetectiveSeptember 20 2011, 01:58:02 UTC
Normally, by now Erika would have matched Sync's little tit-for-tat and continued to argue with him until she finally felt like sharing her information with him. But now was completely different: Her hand remained on Sync's shoulder, despite his obvious objection. The dreamy look on Erika's face took awhile to fade away as she enjoyed this moment without pain. It probably was telling how strong the sensation of pleasure was since she was taking the risk of even more grievous bodily harm to keep the sensation going
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no stop............ran_on_emptySeptember 20 2011, 15:00:04 UTC
If Erika was expecting some retaliation then she received exactly that when Sync reached out to grab her wrist. However, he didn't pull her hand away just yet, barely managing to push his annoyance aside in order to listen to her words objectively. Throughout the week or so he's known her it'd been easy to pick up certain traits when he bothered to look in the first place, one of which included her relationship with information
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but you feel so nice............. [gays]witchdetectiveSeptember 20 2011, 16:18:06 UTC
The action of Sync grabbing her wrist should have caused pain, but it did quite the opposite and it showed on Erika's face as she just grinned in a manner that... could only be described as kind of creepy. Her facial expression really didn't leave much to the imagination, after all. However, it was said that too much pleasure and too much pain was the same feeling, and Erika was starting to understand this as her expression changed into one of discomfort and making a show of trying to wriggle her wrist of his grip in the slightest.
... But even this was simply to show Sync that she got the message. And it wasn't because she was actually worried: Erika had already decided that this could very well be her last night here, if those drugs did irreversible damage to her. There was no way she was going to squander her final chance at revenge and destroy the one who set her up for all of this in the first place. If she was going to go down, someone was going to suffer with her"And how exactly is it going to benefit you?" Erika parroted
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[fandom]ran_on_emptySeptember 21 2011, 15:22:05 UTC
"How do you think it's going to benefit me?" Honestly, what kind of question was that? However, the night was still young and he wasn't in too much of a rush to squeeze that information out of her, though it seemed as if Erika couldn't refrain from telling him any longer. He listened to her words, keeping an open mind out of principle, but it was hard to find it believable even given the circumstances.
Sync could only roll his eyes, giving her wrist one more squeeze before pushing it away from him.
"You've got to be kidding me." Why would Aguilar bother telling the loser that kind of information, and why would he bother creating an opportunity to rebuild the teamwork that should've crumbled after the fact? The look on Sync's face made it obvious that he thought it was far-fetched enough as is, spending a moment to linger on what to say next.
"But fine, let's say I actually believed you for a second," He tacked on at last, adding to the 'rhetorical' theme just for the sake of it; a signal for her to continue as she pleased.
Poor, stupid Sync. Even when he thought she was lying through her teeth, he was still willing to indulge her. Of course he would. Erika knew that so far, she had been correct with everything she theorized, and Sync knew that, since he'd been on the receiving end of so many of her theories. It would have been foolish for anyone to suspect she was lying now, which was what made the act so easy
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Understandably, having been so busy to lead a group of idiots to the Coliseum had pulled his attention away from the actual 'prize' of getting through in the first place. With all other distractions out of the way (aside from the obvious mistake that was standing right next to him), Sync was now able to focus on a part of the Institute that he doubted more than a handful were even aware of. Yes, he'd caught the signs back when they actually took place, though the lag that had stretched between his victory and his reward were also taken note of
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The moment Erika saw Sync withdraw the ring from his pocket, she already knew she had won. So she only sneered back when he had "invited" her to come along and test her theory, making it clear that was her intention by grabbing his arm in response. And then, yet again, the expression on her face changed from a competitive one to a pleased one as she shuddered again. No doubt, Sync was going to ditch her simply because of this at some point, but it felt nice, so she didn't care.
Still, Erika managed to regain most of mental functions to let Sync's various insults towards her slide off her back. What did she care what this worthless piece thought of her anyway? He was the idiot who actually believed her.
"If death isn't permanent here, then there's no point in worrying about it," was all she replied to that, as an 'explanation' for why she was even bothering with the basement in the first place. Indeed, if Aguilar was actually able to put her back together after she suffered that sort of fate, then she could more or less conclude that
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"Suit yourself." So Erika's logic was that the ends justified the means, even if it meant dying repetitively in the process. Once again, Sync wasn't going to deny the latter her wish if she wanted to repeat her fate so badly, but for all he knew something productive may actually come out of this little mission of sorts.
He didn't bother to hide his look of vague disgust at the obvious pleasure she was experiencing just by touching him. He was going to have to inquire more about that once they reached their destination, but that involved working towards it in the first place. Knowing he could just slap her away as much as he pleased once they arrived at the basement, Sync turned to face the wall before pulling his arm back and giving it a solid punch.
The jewel immediately shattered on contact, and like any other time the floor seemingly dropped beneath them before everything was enveloped in darkness.
Erika really couldn't thank that girl enough - not really for the pitiful healing, as her body still screamed in pain as she laboriously threw herself into the hallway. No, it was because she bothered to use her "power" in the first place. Suddenly, it made sense, everything made sense! Why her detective's authority had been revoked to begin with, why she couldn't use it up until last night, and perhaps it would even explain how that idiot Aguilar had been able to revoke a right that was not his. Perhaps she was no longer... No, she never was the detective of the board. It made sense that she would be able to get this sort of strange intuition now, something that normally would be forbidden.
"Hah... I'll show you... I'll find that device and smash it. And then you'll see what the true power of the detective is. Aguilaaaar ( ... )
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The only thing that kept Erika from raging at Sync was her immense pain keeping her from doing anything too violent, but she supposed it was also the fact that although he had led her to that place to watch her die, he knew she would have been revived. Now Erika knew why Sync was willing to go through a trial he did before and it had nothing to do with accomplishing anything. He simply wanted a diversion from his boredom. If that was the case, then it was fitting revenge to ( ... )
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"Are you kidding me? I was looking forward to having a night where I didn't have to deal with your stupid face." And it was certainly true, because even now he could just run off and leave the latter to fend for herself. But whether it was all just part of Erika's fabrication or if there really was a piece of information important enough to share it to an obvious enemy, Sync didn't see much reason not to stay behind for at least a few more minutes. After all, the worst she could do was just lead him to his death ( ... )
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... But even this was simply to show Sync that she got the message. And it wasn't because she was actually worried: Erika had already decided that this could very well be her last night here, if those drugs did irreversible damage to her. There was no way she was going to squander her final chance at revenge and destroy the one who set her up for all of this in the first place. If she was going to go down, someone was going to suffer with her"And how exactly is it going to benefit you?" Erika parroted ( ... )
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Sync could only roll his eyes, giving her wrist one more squeeze before pushing it away from him.
"You've got to be kidding me." Why would Aguilar bother telling the loser that kind of information, and why would he bother creating an opportunity to rebuild the teamwork that should've crumbled after the fact? The look on Sync's face made it obvious that he thought it was far-fetched enough as is, spending a moment to linger on what to say next.
"But fine, let's say I actually believed you for a second," He tacked on at last, adding to the 'rhetorical' theme just for the sake of it; a signal for her to continue as she pleased.
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Still, Erika managed to regain most of mental functions to let Sync's various insults towards her slide off her back. What did she care what this worthless piece thought of her anyway? He was the idiot who actually believed her.
"If death isn't permanent here, then there's no point in worrying about it," was all she replied to that, as an 'explanation' for why she was even bothering with the basement in the first place. Indeed, if Aguilar was actually able to put her back together after she suffered that sort of fate, then she could more or less conclude that ( ... )
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He didn't bother to hide his look of vague disgust at the obvious pleasure she was experiencing just by touching him. He was going to have to inquire more about that once they reached their destination, but that involved working towards it in the first place. Knowing he could just slap her away as much as he pleased once they arrived at the basement, Sync turned to face the wall before pulling his arm back and giving it a solid punch.
The jewel immediately shattered on contact, and like any other time the floor seemingly dropped beneath them before everything was enveloped in darkness.
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