snowblindrpg | Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

[ Squalo actually stops when she talks, a hint of cold interest in his expression for a moment. For someone to ask this kind of question they'd have to be either stupid or not guilty, and she didn't seem stupid... but as this place had proven, memory could be a fickle thing. ]

[ (It's because of the hand mark, isn't it. It's because she wanted to touch that hair the moment she laid eyes on it, isn't it?!) ]

Was it? [ The words are half-hissed; he must still be in fair amount of pain. ] I don't know, why don't you tell me?

Because I don't know.

[ She's as outwardly calm as always, all soft voice and stillness. It'd be so easy to get upset, but then that'd make this about her discomfort - which is all kinds of not okay when Squalo is so obviously hurting. ]

They've been pumping us full of various drugs for the last day or so. I assume that's what's making it hard to remember anything, but I suppose there's no way to know for sure.

[ She sounds genuine, and yet he should really know better this time. He should have known the moment Watson admitted spying on them all - and he did, but then that feeling passed and they all wrote it off as the town messing with their minds. ]

[ Well, apparently it did. Just not then. His lips quirk into a skew smirk. ]

Sounds like another "but we're innocent!" story. You expect me to buy that?

[ he's a lot less friendly in person isn't he :( ]

I don't expect anything, dude, you don't owe me sh-- um, you don't owe me jack.

[ SO CALM. She twists at the medical bracelet on her wrist, snapping it, and she tosses it towards the cell barrier. ]

The full list's on there, if you'd like to get it checked over by someone who knows what they're talking about. Not that you need to! Just... if you wanna.

[ REASONABLENESS INTENSIFIES ]

[ gdi stop being so reasonable!! it's harder to murder reasonable people. ]

[ He does look at the bracelet, but all it seems to do so far is intensify his sarcasm. ]

Yeah, sure, I can see the "moves my body for me" drug from here. Lemme just pick that right up.

[ LOOK MOM NO HANDS ]

[ okay he technically has one but moving his fingers hurts and the price doesn't seem worth the reward right now. ]

Um, sorry. I didn't mean to be insensitive.

[ CHOO CHOO HERE COMES THE REASONABLE TRAIN ]

But you should know by now that there's extensive precedent for people in Norfinbury doing terrible things unwillingly. And there's also precedent for Robert Miller being - erm - a raging fucking douchebag who gets his kicks by exerting his power over others.

[ she swore ]

It's probably to compensate for the size of his ween.

[ she made a dick joke ]

[ whoa swearing and dick jokes be still his beating heart ]

[ is this... love ]

I'm getting that impression, yeah.

[ That's in regards to Miller's ween, probably. He suspiciously doesn't acknowledge the apology, but that probably means he accepts it, just really doesn't want to think about his condition right now. At least both his glare and tone seem to lighten up a little bit. He's still angry, but not at Angel in particular. ]

Define "unwillingly". If something's tricking you, or forcing you -- that's still you going through the motions, isn't it?

That depends on how you define the concept of you, doesn't it? I'd personally say that wouldn't be me, that'd be something else using my body with no input from myself. Which sounds incredibly gross, but, um, not the point.

[ It could, of course, have sounded grosser. Please note that Angel didn't use the terms "meat puppet" or the lesser-known "steaming hot flesh-glove" to describe the situation, which are things that everyone should be thankful for. ]

I hate to call myself a tool, but that's kinda what's going on. I think, anyway. It's like that old saying: "guns don't kill people, savvy consumers who purchase high-end weaponry from reputable retailers do."

Ain't the meat puppet's fault, huh?

[ there he helped you totally by accident of course ]

I'm not exactly concerned about the ethics of this.

[ Which means yeah, he would still blame somebody like that. Unless it's someone he likes. Hey, he never said the same rules apply to everyone. ]

[ He gives her a once-over. ]

Doesn't matter either way; you don't look like you have the upper body strength to break a fuckin' baguette, let alone bones.

[ And just because she's been nice and reasonable; ]

No offense.

[Completely deadpan:] Don't judge a book by its cover, dude. It's because I'm not flexing. I'm effing shredded.

[ Her expression remains entirely blank as she pats her stomach. It's all very solemn. ]

Abs for days.

[ angel please leave ]

[ SHE CAN'T LEAVE. BECAUSE SHE'S LOCKED IN A CELL. AYYYY ]

[ Squalo's staring back at her just as flatly tbh ]

That so? Let's see it then.

[ pull up your jumpsuit gurl :0 ]

No can do, friend. No space. If I flex, my jumpsuit will rip open at the seams and that's not going to be fun for anybody.

[ T R A G I C ]

Just one more of Miller's heinous crimes...

Uh-huh. Can't have all those pounds of muscle bursting out. I'd offer my coat but there's no way it'd be enough to cover it all.

[ Also he can't... really take it off, but whatever. ]

[ Success, though, he seems to be out of his murder stupor for now. Was this the plan all along or is it just a happy side effect... ]

So why are you tryin' to convince me to kill you?

[ Oh yeah there we go. Then again him asking that question implies he's not going to, so... yay? That's the most friendliness any marked prisoners have achieved so far. You know, swearing and dick joke crushes aside. ]

I'm not. If I was trying to convince you to kill me, I'd be directly antagonising you, which would mostly involve fabricating details about the attack that would sound plausible. Joking around about my non-existent abs doesn't really seem like it'd get you angry enough.

[ WINK WONK ]

It wouldn't work, anyway. Killing me here, I mean. That's... not a jab at your murdering abilities.

[ Aw, she's so sweet. Not doubting his murdering abilities. ]

[ ...why does she think he has murdering abilities. Was it something he said in their previous conversation? Damn it, his big goddamn mouth. ]

Hey, you didn't account for my complete disappointment when you announce the abs are non-existent. That's, like, crushing a man's hopes and dreams. Worse than direct antagonizing.

[ yeah haha no. she has a good point and it's clear she's right about it. ]

You know something. Dying doesn't work here? I mean, more so than it doesn't in this town either way. Long term.

Mmmh. It. May be easier to just show you? You don't seem like the type to have a weak stomach.

[ She pootles over to the bathroom door within her cell, opens it, and steps aside so Squalo can see inside. There's an assortment of blood splatters in there, resembling what might happen if someone tried to bash their own brains out on the fixtures. Because. Because that's what happened. And stuff. ]

This is where you make a quip about menstruation to relieve any potential awkwardness.

[ There's not even a shift in Squalo's expression when he sees all that blood. So the lined chick was cute and crazy, not a big deal. He's seen people get killed in bathrooms, it usually looked similar enough. ]

[ He does, however, sort of open his mouth a little bit and close it again at the mention of menstruation. Looks like he does share some things with regular boys... Yeah. There aren't enough women in his life for him to have any period puns handy. ]

...Too late. So what exactly stopped you?

The static things. The ones that took us to be drugged. When they get too close, you get too dizzy to even function. The... head trauma doesn't help. They fixed up the damage and left - Beckett saw it, if you'd like corroboration from someone without all the red? He's the vampire guy. Old, long hair, really grumpy?

[ look if there are better ways to describe beckett, angel sure doesn't know any ]

[ Squalo's empty stare suggests the description doesn't ring a bell. Maybe half a minute later, there's a vague hint of recognition. ]

You mean the corpse-licking, mold-huffing guy?

[ yeah that's the part that stuck with him ]

That... that isn't quite how I'd... But I guess he and the mould do tend to... hmm.

Yes. That's the guy. Sounds really punchable when he speaks? He saw everything.

[ ~~well now we know who suggested the mould lube in the anon meme~~ ]

Good description. I'll flush him right out.

[ he's actually not being sarcastic. probably. he moves to leave, though pauses for a moment. ]

Better don't break my back with your beefy arms when I turn around. Keeping my eye on you.

[ ~~thanks I hate it~~ ]

Not gonna move, dude. Promise. In fact, I'll sit on my hands so you don't have to feel so intimidated by my jacked-up physique.

[ And she does. But not without waving goodbye first, obviously. It's only polite!! ]

Good plan.

[ HE'D WAVE BACK BUT LOL FULL ARM CASTS. ]

[ Wow she might be a red-marked beast of destruction but she's kind of cute. He's putting her on his no murder list. ]

Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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cw suicide attempt mention, OH BOYYYYY

omg

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