snowblindrpg | [log] The Pit [open]

Seeing if I can poke whatever's down there in the eye with a mallet.

...

[ Alright, he's gotta laugh at that. Admittedly, that's a more solid plan than anything he's got planned for the rope, so he weighs it in his hand for a moment, then tosses it at House. ]

[ ... ]

I'm still expecting it back.

[House catches the rope deftly.]

Yeah, yeah.

[He shuffles away and goes to add the rope as the last piece of his masterwork of an eye-poking tool. Squalo's free to come watch. House is just lowering a mishmash of about 50 feet of 'rope' down into the hole.]

[ He's definitely going to watch, though he keeps a couple steps away from the edge just in case the pit suddenly decides to expand. ]

[ Whether or not this works, it's currently the most entertaining thing in the room. ]

[House gets down to the end of his makeshift rope and wrinkles his nose as he dips his hand into the pit and swings it. He can feel and hear the mallet hitting the side of the pit, but that's it.]

Cthulhu's hanging low today. Asshole. Lame.

[He starts pulling it back up.]

You planning on going in?

Edited 2018-02-18 19:03 (UTC)

[ Squalo makes a disappointed noise as the rope runs out... maybe halfway to whatever may or may not be at the bottom? It's hard to say, but it's as if the thing kept getting deeper the lower the mallet got. Lame indeed. ]

[ He frowns, mentally shoving at the urge in the back of his mind that immediately pipes up at the suggestion. Yes! You want to get out of there, right? Well right now the only way out is through here. ]

I'm planning on not going in. You?

I need to finish a few experiments and measurements. After that I'm going in.

[It's said matter-of-factly as the mallet comes out fully and House unloops Squalo's noose from the head.]

[ His eyebrows rise a bit, but he doesn't look particularly surprised otherwise. ]

Why?

[House shrugs and pulls the noose free completely, offering it up to Squalo.]

I wanna see what happens. Don't you?

[ He takes it, though there's a hint of suspicion in his expression. Not about the noose, of course. ]

Sure. I'd rather see what happens when someone else takes a dive, though.

I'm pretty sure most people would. Guess that leaves us brave souls to do the work for you lazy assholes.

[ The tiniest twitch in his cheek suggests that the bait's at least partially successful. He's never been called a coward before, even though it's a mere implication. He bares his teeth and shoves his hands into his pockets to look as disinterested as possible. ]

There's a difference between being brave 'n being suicidal.

Yuh huh. And this is...

[House trails off. No. No, he's not going to try to argue this guy into jumping into the pit.]

For science. Excuse me. I need to go do more of that. Science and all.

[He stands up, picks up his pack, and starts to move off, dragging his failed makeshift rope after him.]

[ We're all very proud of you, House. It probably wouldn't be a difficult provocation at all. ]

[ Squalo is mostly happy to let him go, though he's still irked, so he's just going to stomp on that dragging rope like some kind of messy tail. ]

Voi! Hold it a sec. What science? You really think there's anything to learn here?

[ He's not necessarily doubting it. Rather, he's almost willing to assist if it doesn't include him taking a plunge. ]

[House seriously considers just untying to piece that Squalo has stepped on, but they'll probably just repeat the process until the rope's too short. The doctor has no desire to go and collect the scattered pieces after that. Still, he makes poor life choices about some things.]

The science of your mom. I'm thinking we can learn which way she likes it best. Wanna answer a few questions for science?

[ Damn it House, it's like you want someone to punch you into the hole. For a moment, Squalo tries to decide between screeching indignation and complete shutdown, then gives him an ugly grin, stepping off the rope as a signal to get the fuck out of his reach while he can. ]

Why don't you pay her and find out?

[ awkward ]

[House reels in the extra line quickly, looping it around one arm. He can't help pausing when Squalo snaps back.]

I'm sure you think that's witty repartee. But unless your mom really was a hooker... I mean, it's cool if she is. I was just calling her honor into question. I didn't say she was getting paid for it.

But if that's the case... who's your daddy, Bi-boy?

[ It could be the truth, and it might not be. ~~It does go well with what we do know about him though so I usually go for it.~~ It's still a bad idea mouth off against someone's momma, her career nonwithstanding. But honestly it's that last part that really does it, the mere tone of it. ]

[ Without a moment of hesitation, Squalo closes the distance between them in quick steps, and just smashes a fist toward House's face. He's using the prosthesis hand this time, heavier and harder; unlike with Junpei, he doesn't care about the satisfaction of feeling it connect, he just wants to make the scumbag hurt as much as possible. ]

[Well, crap.

House makes a marginal effort to avoid the hit, but it's mostly turning his face away to avoid a direct hit to his nose. The force of the blow tips him off-balance, and the doctor just lets himself go over, collapsing to the floor. He doesn't know this guy, but the viciousness of the attack inspires him to stay down and curl up protectively, arms over his head and knees drawn up.

It doesn't stop him taunting, though.]

Feel better?

Edited 2018-03-02 17:38 (UTC)

[ Listen, two can play this game and taunting's a lot easier to do when you're not curled up on the ground. Which, by the way, does not deter Squalo in the slightest despite his supposed opinions about honor, because he's going to proceed kicking the man on the floor repeatedly and viciously, aiming wherever his arms and legs aren't covering at the moment. ]

Hey, maybe it's you and I finally get to tick patricide off my bucket list.

[Mostly that's his back and ass if Squalo isn't going for his forearms and shins. Ow. Ow. House is somewhat regretting his life choices as getting kicked hurts like hell. He can't not snipe back, though. If he's going to get murdered here, he's going to go down sneering.]

I always use a rubber. Would you stop?! Jesus!

[ And ribs. Those hurt too, but he'll definitely add some shins kicks in there. ]

'S what they all say.

[ Just feels better without, doesn't it? ]

[ More importantly, he's definitely not stopping. It's amusing, yes, but it's also finally allowing him to vent all that pent up violence and frustration he's been holding onto. As much as he likes an equal fight, sometimes you just need to beat someone into the ground to feel rested. ]

Say "please".

[Well... This is about to get worse. Even down and being viciously attacked, House is incapable of complying with that kind of command for his own safety.]

Pretty please go screw yourself, jackass.

[ Well. Some people will just outright refuse to die with dignity. The whole situation is honestly too pathetic for Squalo to take the response as a proper insult, but it definitely doesn't work to calm him down either. ]

[ His own answer to it is a short laugh, followed by a few more kicks with increasing force behind them -- and he's totally trying to get a good shot at House's head now. ]

Try again. With a bit more feeling.

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