mad, i tell you! you and this boy slim shady! [backdated]

[just_0k]

Characters: Aradia Megido, Vriska Serket [visioneightfold], Roy Mustang [thewarisover]
Location: the agency..!
Rating: PG-13? they AARE six after all.
Time: October 30, evening.
Description: After putting the puzzle together, Aradia wants to see Vriska in person. Roy's there because of potential violence.

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[thewarisover]

It's been a while since Roy has been to the Agency. It was a group he had helped build, and had once been his office, but beyond the occasional visit to Edgeworth, he really didn't have any business being there anymore.

Vriska Serket, however, had a talent for disruption it seemed.

The man looked up from where he was seated in the man lounge, and nodded the moment he recognized Aradia.

"Hey."

[thewarisover]

Roy was already tossing his cigarette aside and moving by the time Vriska was coming forward - it didn't take a genius to know what she was about to do.

As such, he was between them soon enough, hands on Vriska's wrists, twisting them away.

"She can lay it on you from a safer distance, I think."

It was both a warning to Vriska and a reminder for Aradia to be more careful next time.

[visioneightfold]

Vriska snarled, baring damaged fangs at both Roy and Aradia for a second before she jerked back, ripping her hands from Roy's grasp. It was accompanied by an audible undercurrent hiss, a sound that in human bodies and throats should not have been possible.

Her grip on Aradia had been stubborn, though, and her grasp on those curved horns had tightened before it could been broken. "You don't have an explanation," she spat, gripping her own wrist as she stepped back from the bars, her posture still threatening--just one step, no more, as though she were going to recoup and somehow recover the situation from there. "You can't hide behind your time shit with me, Megido. Paradox Space won't cover for your liiiiiiiies." She leered the last word, her gaze flicking briefly to Roy, who she flashed a sharp smile.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, she registered a reality that she'd been ignoring, at least temporarily, but which had come right back the instant her advantage was stripped.

...she was so fucking tired.

[just_0k]

The Maid reaches up and touches one of her horns gently. She isn't but bleeding but she would be damned if it didn't hurt. You already had your revenge, she tells herself. Both of you are Gods, now. Aradia takes a deep breath, trying to look past Roy. She can only imagine what he must be thinking.

"Vriska," she utters coldly. "I might have been dead, but my dream self was not."

[thewarisover]

And what was Roy thinking, indeed? He had been paying very careful attention to the conversation, but planned on reserving his judgment and making it look like he was just around and hadn't been listening at all. Playing dumb had its advantages, at times.

The Meister wordlessly stepped away, watching the pair even as he withdrew. He didn't hang back as far as he had been earlier, however. Just in case.

[visioneightfold]

Vriska stood right up against the bars, her unsettling eight-pupilled gaze locked unwaveringly on Aradia's living face. Hard disbelief hovered stubbornly on the edges of her features, but a derisive note echoed in her voice.

"What did you do, go back in time to the useless husk of our session and explode on your quest bed to save us?" Hate accompanied her contempt. The very idea filled her with bile, black liquid lapping over the tiers of her inimitable exhaustion. How dare she, if she had. Jack was hers; he belonged to her--he was her prey, her victory, and if Aradia thought she could horn in on her territory...

She wished, briefly and wearily, that she could get a rise out of Aradia, a reaction, something--anything other than this stupid, uselessly reasonable demeanour that seemed to accompany the redblood everywhere she went. Even in FLARP, Aradia hardly ever got carried away; she was too much of a coward to do anything in person when she was alive.

Vriska hated her for that.