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[rayney_day]

WHO: Rayne/Callisto.
WHERE: Level 0.
WHEN: A day or so after she sent her there.
WHAT: Time to get philosphical.

There was not much one could do, down there, unless blessed with marathon-levels of hyperactivity. Rayne knew that from personal experience. Leaving Callisto to stew until calming down from the inevitable bouts of cursing to the high

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[chaotic_villian]

Callisto was mad. No... mad wasn't even half of it. She was pissed, flipping mad. Fuming with anger. Pacing the cell, back and forth the predator felt like she was completely caged. She was, wasn't she? Continuously growling under her breath, the woman was muttering something

[rayney_day]

"Once upon a time, there was a girl named Callisto. She lived in Cirra with her folks and life was good. Then Xena turns up and life turns... Not so good. She treads down the road of revenge, generally makes everyone else's existence a living hell and refuses to accept responsibility for it. Then she turns up here and starts doing more or less the same thing, except to me."

Rayne might not be chewing gum, but looked as if she should be. Arms stretched out in front of her and joints cracked pleasantly in shoulders and hands, before coming to rest in her lap.

"Believe it or not, Cally, some of us had it worse off than you... Exactly how does it feel to know you went and left dozens, if not hundreds of other little girls, in exactly the same situation as you?"

Head tilted and the redhead paused for effect.

"How's it feel to be Xena, hmm?"

[chaotic_villian]

Rayne would barely be able to get out Once upon a time before Callisto caught on to what the red head was doing. The rest of Rayne's little story was drowned out from Callisto's ears as a scream much like a banshee came from her. Launching herself at the cell's bars, her entire weight was pushed onto the metal as her hands crawled and grabbed at the air, attempting to get at Rayne from being the door

[rayney_day]

The animalistic ranting and raving was expected. Once Callisto began to get more directly confrontational, however, Rayne deliberately mirrored the blonde's earlier gesture, launching to her feet in a quick-snap movement, then practically lunging at the bars, in turn.

Both the women seemed oddly feral, at that precise moment. Admiration might not be reflected in the dhampir's eyes, nnor sympathy, but there was an understanding, on some level. A healthy form of respect.

A beholding of some part of her younger self, maybe.

"She made you her bitch, Callisto... Didn't even have to try." Quite whether Rayne was trying to get a rise out of the corrupted warrior or if it was a genuine sentiment, was unknown. Either way, the phrase was spoken slowly enough to be goading. "You wanted to kill in her name? You wanted to sully her reputation? Sounds like you were doing her a favour, to me... Making her feared. Making her a force to be reckoned with. Damn, Callisto, in dog terms, you were all but humping her leg."