[hello dude. after the minievent, wis'adel is at the arcade checking out some of the games; she's still got one of majima's fucked up spicy milkshakes with her, finishing it while she takes a look around.
are you a brave enough dude to talk to your local devil woman, y/n]
[Look he's already gotten his life threatened twice here and a furry beat him with a fan on the mingle, he's acclimating. Y'all are weird but we're in it together.
Richie is back here because of reasons. Restless ones mostly, he's not of an age to really appreciate the wonders of Street Fighter. Maybe he's just seeing who's hanging out.]
Heya. [It's one of the ones he hasn't met yet. Another batshit profile, if he's remembering correctly, but maybe in person impressions will do you better than digital ones.] Having trouble picking your poison?
[hi! it's nighttime in whoville, which means fireworks are going off; wis'adel is watching them, tail flicking in satisfaction under the blanket she's draped around herself.]
I'm just saying! I don't have mines to plant here even if I wanted to.
[it's casual, though-- she's very used to people keeping a safe distance from her.]
Working with the big guns doesn't mean I can't appreciate the smaller stuff. I make this shit, I know what kind of work goes into making them change colors and whatever.
Might've just been the usual bullshitting, but hey. Whatever excuse we can take. [We could all use a fucking drink, my god.] Great utility you got there.
So I've seen. You've got a robust skill set. [So speaks the profiles. He smiles though, leaning backwards against the counter and eyeing up the potatoes.] Should I fix anything to go along with that? Or are you in a spuds-only mood?
[she's chilling at the bar sometime later in the day... no longer full of hate... but definitely more full of pain after being tackled and punched out. god.]
I'd love to give them the benefit of the doubt, but also? We've all been here long enough to know better. Only a fool would believe you'd back down easy. [He takes a sip as well. Man, what a day.] You don't suppose the dead can send curses across the veil, do you?
[Also teej would you like to give me a dream/nightmare...or do you want me to give you one...]
Me? I'd love to kick off my shoes, fluff my finest pillow and take a goddamn nap.
[He would love to not be conscious for a hundred years. Really Rip Van Winkle it up. More seriously though.]
I've got uh...some decisions to make. About how to wind back the clock and what to do to make a difference.
[Hard to do when the game is rigged.
And, unbidden behind him, there's an expanse of darkness. The only light illuminating the cavern comes off the weave of a gargantuan web, strands as thick as metal cables and strung up with bodies. Small bodies. Children, half eaten, mauled. Some still whole, left to rot.
[she's seen a lot of shit, so she doesn't freak-- her expression just hardens, looking at that vision before it disappears. yeah, that's definitely something that'd need to be taken care of, especially with the sight of the bodies left whole; that's not survival, that's just gluttony.]
If I'd shown up with any of 'em on me, I'd send you back with a few of my bombs for that shit.
[He looks uncomfortable, tries blink it off. Once again the way their minds and pasts can leak out here is consistently terrible.
He does laugh a little though.]
That so? It'd be awful kind of you.
It is something of a pity we may not be able to do a collective run at each other's big time bastards. Between the forty or so of us, we might just clean house. As it is...Funny enough, I do think it'd just be a matter of winding back a bit of time. Anticipate a few plays and come at the son of a bitch in slightly bigger numbers.
[Said hoarsely. Also his room is dreamscaped to look like a servant's kitchen in a 17th century Japanese castle. Yves, Zhongli, Claude, and Neverah are all silently working on food prep and dish-washing.]
Richie is actively avoiding looking at them. His jaw locks up a little, but he refuses to address the oddity.]
You're still half out of commission with those arms of yours, and now I'm hearing there's six other people aside from me and Taair who got a free ride on the pain train. Who does that leave to take care of business? Uruha?
Oh, come on, don't count me out that easy. They're not broken-- one might get there if I have to push it, but I can manage.
[she's been running that mental math ever since she got injured, on how far she can go while saving her reserves for an emergency scenario. if she had to work hard, or fight? sure, she'd fuck herself up, but she Could.]
We'll take care of business no matter what. Just a question of how much it sucks.
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w0 wednesday
are you a brave enough dude to talk to your local devil woman, y/n]
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Richie is back here because of reasons. Restless ones mostly, he's not of an age to really appreciate the wonders of Street Fighter. Maybe he's just seeing who's hanging out.]
Heya. [It's one of the ones he hasn't met yet. Another batshit profile, if he's remembering correctly, but maybe in person impressions will do you better than digital ones.] Having trouble picking your poison?
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Mm? Oh, these things.
[she hums, looking over the games.]
I've played a couple already. They're no substitute for the real thing, but I guess they're not so bad.
w1 monday
[hi! it's nighttime in whoville, which means fireworks are going off; wis'adel is watching them, tail flicking in satisfaction under the blanket she's draped around herself.]
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[Judging from the profiles. And a general disposition.
Richie has a beer cracked open and is stood a peaceable distance from our local goddess of discord. He's been warned and well. She's a lot.]
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[it's more than that and she knows it, but whatever! whatever.]
You're not gonna blow if you stand too close, you know.
where are we...there was a goose today...i don't know where I am
[He'll take another sip of beer as a big burst of red and gold cracks open the night sky.]
You deal with the less decorative stuff, though, don't you?
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[it's casual, though-- she's very used to people keeping a safe distance from her.]
Working with the big guns doesn't mean I can't appreciate the smaller stuff. I make this shit, I know what kind of work goes into making them change colors and whatever.
W3 MONDAY (CW: Child violence, censored racial slurs, bigotry, referenced animal death)
whatever they are in the funhouse now make sure to give me a memmy back]
W4 MONDAY
...Well, shit. They picked the wrong week to make everyone a toddler. Could have enjoyed the sugar high you'd get in this mess.
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[she's joking. proooobably.]
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[But he
wasis just so annoying...there would be no chance of survival.]Even as a kid you were a real spitfire, huh?
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[teasing, but also like, not.]
w4 saturday
[she's in the kitchen aggressively frying potatoes! a lot of them.]
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[The smell...his appetite had left him for much of the trial, but now it's coming back with a bit of a vengeance. In spite of all malaise.
Also he comes up beside the stove and drops down a bottled beer beside her.]
I believe I owed you a drink. [He looks to her, shrugging.] I'll make it a proper professional order later, but in the meantime.
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[a little grin, as she takes it and holds it up to pop the bottlecap off on one of her horns.]
I'll be honest, I don't even remember why, but I'll take it.
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Might've just been the usual bullshitting, but hey. Whatever excuse we can take. [We could all use a fucking drink, my god.] Great utility you got there.
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[taking a loooong drink.]
Being a bottle opener is just one of my many talents.
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W4 WEDNESDAY
Timelines, huh? [Popping a smoke in his mouth before fishing for his lighter.] Well I'll be damned.
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[a little shrug, at that.]
Been thinking about what he had to say?
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[imagine going from straight up earth to furry town and also being shunted into a sexy angel toga.]
Sure have. It's almost too good to be true. What do you make of it?
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What was your situation, by the by? I never heard the whole story.
W5 THURSDAY
Had to go back for round two, did you?
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[she's fucked up and mad about it! treated, at least, but. she is very much downchecked.]
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[Sliding into a seat.]
At least you're still yourself, I can't stand the head-fuckery of it all. Want to tell me what happened?
w5 saturday
[with FEELING. what the fuck!]
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[Jesus!!! God!!! Walking her wherever she wants to go tbh she is so hurt.]
I knew he could pack a punch but not enough to take out all three in one night.
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[she's out of pride she'll accept the help. bar time.]
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Getting them seats and pints of beer.]
Part of me wants to be grateful we didn't have to sweat it out over a missing killer, but...at this high a price...
And to take out someone he was that close to. His student.
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w6, monday
[she's chilling at the bar sometime later in the day... no longer full of hate... but definitely more full of pain after being tackled and punched out. god.]
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[Sliding into the chair next to her and ordering drinks. What else is there to do around here?
ignores 12341 locations]They wasted no time breaking the new guy in.
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[she huffs. winces at the motion, before taking a sip from her drink.]
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[Also teej would you like to give me a dream/nightmare...or do you want me to give you one...]
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[i'll give u one, we can see her home...
but before that.]
Speaking of-- it sounds like the end of this little project is on everyone's minds. What're you planning on if you get out of here, huh?
cw: dead children mention
Me? I'd love to kick off my shoes, fluff my finest pillow and take a goddamn nap.
[He would love to not be conscious for a hundred years. Really Rip Van Winkle it up. More seriously though.]
I've got uh...some decisions to make. About how to wind back the clock and what to do to make a difference.
[Hard to do when the game is rigged.
And, unbidden behind him, there's an expanse of darkness. The only light illuminating the cavern comes off the weave of a gargantuan web, strands as thick as metal cables and strung up with bodies. Small bodies. Children, half eaten, mauled. Some still whole, left to rot.
Then it's gone.]
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[she's seen a lot of shit, so she doesn't freak-- her expression just hardens, looking at that vision before it disappears. yeah, that's definitely something that'd need to be taken care of, especially with the sight of the bodies left whole; that's not survival, that's just gluttony.]
If I'd shown up with any of 'em on me, I'd send you back with a few of my bombs for that shit.
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He does laugh a little though.]
That so? It'd be awful kind of you.
It is something of a pity we may not be able to do a collective run at each other's big time bastards. Between the forty or so of us, we might just clean house. As it is...Funny enough, I do think it'd just be a matter of winding back a bit of time. Anticipate a few plays and come at the son of a bitch in slightly bigger numbers.
[He hopes.]
What about you?
w6 thursday
[hi. weesh is checking on all you hospital fucks. how's it hangin'.]
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[Said hoarsely. Also his room is dreamscaped to look like a servant's kitchen in a 17th century Japanese castle. Yves, Zhongli, Claude, and Neverah are all silently working on food prep and dish-washing.]
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[looking around this room... her eyes linger a little longer on yves and claude, but she says nothing.]
Investigating shit this weekend is gonna be a real pain...
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[your twelve person trial help me
Richie is actively avoiding looking at them. His jaw locks up a little, but he refuses to address the oddity.]
You're still half out of commission with those arms of yours, and now I'm hearing there's six other people aside from me and Taair who got a free ride on the pain train. Who does that leave to take care of business? Uruha?
[lmao]
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[she's been running that mental math ever since she got injured, on how far she can go while saving her reserves for an emergency scenario. if she had to work hard, or fight? sure, she'd fuck herself up, but she Could.]
We'll take care of business no matter what. Just a question of how much it sucks.