...I'll be frank with you, I got a little wrapped up in the other half of the courtroom. Paid a little less attention to her side of the story. Hard to get a clear picture of everything all at once.
But...I do have worries about it. That kid was a trouble maker but not a murderous one. [He sighs.] Or at least not if he was still himself.
[Huffs and remembers the bite mark Brimstone left on his arm. Gone forever now, thank you Hoolay.]
She could have done. Though it's easier to believe she was the victim, when she still seemed in her right mind. Having big ol' doe eyes doesn't hurt either. [He purses his lips, troubled.] I don't love having to think so low of the gal, but there'll be eyes on her now for sure. And if there really is a god keeping tally of who's naughty and who's nice, maybe we'll get the truth yet.
Worse, I believe we can expect to do it again come this weekend. Lockdown was the same time as the last. Like clockwork.
Sure, I don't enjoy it either. But she must have know what she was getting into. There were enough things left unaddressed in her account to make it suspect, anyway. The soreness Zhongli reported, just to name one. She will either be monitored until the end of our program, or someone opportunistic will come after her soon.
[what the fuck happened to the people in the market, anyway... oh, well. sighs and shakes head.]
It will happen again. It was naive to believe it wouldn't in the first place. Next time will be worse, and so will the week after that.
Not going to lie, I have a funny feeling she'll be one of the next big announcements come Friday. But we'll see.
[Because yeah. Just pushing his glasses up and giving a bitter laugh.]
Fine way to test our character, isn't it? Unless the theory about outside interference is holding water. Playing off our sins and rigging the game so that nobody redeems themselves at all. Wiping people right off the map. It's enough to make me wish there were no gods at all. I would love a big black abyss of nothing right about now, seems a better deal than this horseshit.
...If you ever find someone's acting off, or you have other reasons to suspect them, you can always bounce the ideas off me. Or Claude or Taair, I expect. No sense in stewing in silence when there's lives on the line.
... I'm more convinced of outside interference. For now. The inane complexity of putting us through this program despite having decided to get rid of us already is stupid. Just wipe us off the map, as you say, and be done with it if that's their intention.
[but, also? raises an eyebrow at him, with that last bit.]
The three of you, huh. Are we bonded for life now?
Also meets his raised brow with an equally raised brow.]
How could we be? We're dead. [haha. But he shrugs.] Can't hurt to have a couple people in your corner, can it? Though I get it. You may have gotten cat ears back then, but we all know you're a lone wolf.
You just don't have to be. Not 100% of the time, at least, and not when the shit hits the fan. Offer's open.
Ought I chop off the last half of that and take it as a "No"?
[But what did he expect? This one's a tough nut. And a bit of a delusional one too. He was lucid enough for three seconds on arrival, just enough to see him haul after Claude and Taair in their mara-struck forms while spewing blood like a lawn sprinkler.
Richie pulls a drag on the smoke and blows the grey wisps out in a thin stream, shrugging easy. It's no skin off his back, but still. In spite of it all he's got a spot of affection for the guy — a wary, distanced one, but an investment nonetheless. Same as the rest of the crew. If they aren't going into this at least somewhat together, what are the odds they're going to beat what's coming?]
If it please you, Mizu. Just think on it a while. Two heads are better than one.
Richie smiles, small and humble for once. Whether Mizu would actually follow through is one thing, but he'll have mercy tonight. He knows he wears on his patience, and they've had enough tribulation for one weekend.]
Fair enough. [he tips the cigarette in a casual, one-handed salute and makes to turn away.] Take it easy, Mizu. We're knee deep in it now, and who knows what's waiting for us around the bend?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
But...I do have worries about it. That kid was a trouble maker but not a murderous one. [He sighs.] Or at least not if he was still himself.
no subject
If she wanted an apple, she should've just admitted to it. Though I guess she didn't want people to become hostile towards her.
no subject
She could have done. Though it's easier to believe she was the victim, when she still seemed in her right mind. Having big ol' doe eyes doesn't hurt either. [He purses his lips, troubled.] I don't love having to think so low of the gal, but there'll be eyes on her now for sure. And if there really is a god keeping tally of who's naughty and who's nice, maybe we'll get the truth yet.
Worse, I believe we can expect to do it again come this weekend. Lockdown was the same time as the last. Like clockwork.
no subject
[what the fuck happened to the people in the market, anyway... oh, well. sighs and shakes head.]
It will happen again. It was naive to believe it wouldn't in the first place. Next time will be worse, and so will the week after that.
no subject
[Because yeah. Just pushing his glasses up and giving a bitter laugh.]
Fine way to test our character, isn't it? Unless the theory about outside interference is holding water. Playing off our sins and rigging the game so that nobody redeems themselves at all. Wiping people right off the map. It's enough to make me wish there were no gods at all. I would love a big black abyss of nothing right about now, seems a better deal than this horseshit.
...If you ever find someone's acting off, or you have other reasons to suspect them, you can always bounce the ideas off me. Or Claude or Taair, I expect. No sense in stewing in silence when there's lives on the line.
no subject
[his midtrial was interrupted and for WHAT.]
... I'm more convinced of outside interference. For now. The inane complexity of putting us through this program despite having decided to get rid of us already is stupid. Just wipe us off the map, as you say, and be done with it if that's their intention.
[but, also? raises an eyebrow at him, with that last bit.]
The three of you, huh. Are we bonded for life now?
no subject
[Since they all saw eight and nine this weekend.
Also meets his raised brow with an equally raised brow.]
How could we be? We're dead. [haha. But he shrugs.] Can't hurt to have a couple people in your corner, can it? Though I get it. You may have gotten cat ears back then, but we all know you're a lone wolf.
You just don't have to be. Not 100% of the time, at least, and not when the shit hits the fan. Offer's open.
no subject
Hm. [we're back to one word answers...] Noted.
[mizu stop trying to tackle things solo challenge.]
no subject
[But what did he expect? This one's a tough nut. And a bit of a delusional one too. He was lucid enough for three seconds on arrival, just enough to see him haul after Claude and Taair in their mara-struck forms while spewing blood like a lawn sprinkler.
Richie pulls a drag on the smoke and blows the grey wisps out in a thin stream, shrugging easy. It's no skin off his back, but still. In spite of it all he's got a spot of affection for the guy — a wary, distanced one, but an investment nonetheless. Same as the rest of the crew. If they aren't going into this at least somewhat together, what are the odds they're going to beat what's coming?]
If it please you, Mizu. Just think on it a while. Two heads are better than one.
no subject
Fine. I'll think about it.
no subject
Richie smiles, small and humble for once. Whether Mizu would actually follow through is one thing, but he'll have mercy tonight. He knows he wears on his patience, and they've had enough tribulation for one weekend.]
Fair enough. [he tips the cigarette in a casual, one-handed salute and makes to turn away.] Take it easy, Mizu. We're knee deep in it now, and who knows what's waiting for us around the bend?
no subject
goodbye, richie. mizu doesn't say anything else, simply rolling that one surviving eye at his back. begone.]