limacharlie | B1, Day 2 [ public ]

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B1, Day 2 [ public ]

So... ripped from my homeworld, semi-brainwashed by some prince guy, now I work in a circus, blah blah blah. I can roll with it. So, what now? We just sit around and wait for the next show, or disaster, or whatever?

[ There's a long, weary, blatantly over-dramatic sigh, as though the thought is the single most painful thing in the world for him. As if some major event hadn't just come to a close that people might still be reeling from. Not his problem, he's bored now. ]

I hate waiting. How's a guy supposed to get his kicks around here? Someone, be my knight in shining armor and save me from the shackles of boredom. I'm dying, here!

[ You would think someone trying to make a good first impression might offer to help, or present himself politely, or at least you know say his freaking name, but.

Well.

He ain't much on making good impressions. ]

Don't keep me waiting.

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I'd rather get your blood on me than a bunch of debris, that's all.

[ He's. Not moving. ]

I'm not too worried about that. I could spin it so I "valiantly took down a terrorist that threatened the circus", or whatever. Hell, I'd be a hero.

Cute, that's cute... that's so cute and heartless I could just...

[ Ding!

Nothing happens. ]

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I know this probably goes without saying, but you are one weird chick.

[ By now, she can wiggle free, she lifts up the edge of her once-top bunk easily and rips something weird looking with a cooking timer wired in that came with the trailer.

She gets up and walks outside, and if he follows her, she'll make him proud(?) with the most effortless drop kick in the world. ]

[ Like fireworks in the air. She turns towards Mercury and pats his shoulder. ]

All is forgiven! The blankets and linens and lights are mine though. I think we should keep the 'don't fuck with me' banner for special occasions, but that's up to you. I don't really care about who gets which bunk anymore, but we should really call the repair guy before they close for the night, okay?

[ She likes that he was ready to throw her under the bus despite being his only source of non-boredom so far. She'd do the same! Admittedly she finds him cuter than he finds her (as far as she can tell-- she said no more predicting.) ]

[ It's strange. He knows he's surprised, he's sure that he didn't expect her to get up and actually drop-kick a bomb out the door, and yet as he stands behind her in the doorway to watch the ensuing explosion he can't even bring a surprised look to his face. It's not even that he predicted this, it's just...

She's going to be living with him.

It's going to be fun, but it's also going to be a headache. ~~But at least she gives him something nice to look at~~ ]

Yeah... I'm not doing that.

[ He pats her shoulder in return, turning on his heel to head back inside. ]

You didn't put a bomb in the toilet, right?

I didn't have enough ingredients for more than one.

[ Tsundere face, almost immediately. ]

And it's not like I wanted to bust either of our contracts... or kill you. So I built it so it could only be triggered by me, to see what you'd do when I had another thing up my sleeve. I don't like being outdone, you know?

[ Her eyebrows crease, along with her smile. ] You thought your aura and me as a meatshield would've been strong enough to stop a bomb of that caliber at that proximity. But you don't run away despite the consequences that'll put you back with your problem, that's cute, but you risk whatever you sold your soul for here by not running. That's stupid.

I don't know what to grade you...!! How annoying!

I guess you just make me curious, and I've never been curious about anything before.

[ Junko will drape across the sofa once she gets in, the perfect re-enactment of a dismayed damsel. ]

I'm about to ask you something I've never asked anyone else! Listen up!

Brawling is fine, but no trying to kill each other...! Truce? I might lie with my actions but I never lie with my words.

I do things the way I want to do them. That's really all there is to it. Besides, you're the one who made the bomb - it wouldn't have been murder to get blown up by it. More like suicide, if anything. I think my contract would have been just fine.

[ He seriously has no trouble talking casually about the hypothetical situation in which he let her die, to her face. Why would he? He's not ashamed of what he did.

He's at the bathroom door by the time she makes her offer, halfway inside as he leans back to peer at her with a shrug. ]

Sure. Fair warning though, I lie all the time.

[ AND ON THAT NOTE, HE'S GONNA GO PEE NOW ]

[ She rolls her eyes as he leaves, he's right. If that aura really is strong enough to withstand a bomb, she can't lay a scratch on him without a huge mega-ploy in play. And he's fun to fight against. He's fun to unnerve He's fun to trick into thinking she's honest to god insane when there was a method to everything she did-- down to the fake timer on the real bomb.

"I can do it, I just want to see what you'd do."

Sacrifice her, apparently. She smiles. It wouldn't even be a second thought for her in the same position. Maybe she'd be delightedly talking about dying together, though.

He is cute, and that's a pain. He's very electric when they're toying with each other, playing the calm and sarcastic half to her earnest energy and forthrightness. When they're on each other's sides. If and whenever the hell he comes out, her disposition will have changed completely. ]

Might as well spill the dumpster fires we came from that lead us to signing the bill. Or lie aggressively about it? Where do you come from?

[ He does come out, because peeing is a finite activity. He half expects to come back out to the sight of half the trailer being on fire, because why the hell not, so it's almost a relief to find her trying to start a conversation instead. ]

The moon. I'm an alien tasked with scouting out mankind's weaknesses so we know just how to strike when our invasion force comes knocking.

[ "Lie aggressively" apparently means "lie obviously" ]

I have antennae and everything. They're just really tiny.

Cool, I destroyed the world and all hope of humanity ever rising up again without the looming threat of despair taking what little they have left and shredding it to pieces until those remaining humans can't live anymore.

[ She's telling the truth, but like he'll ever know! She has a bored expression on her face too, as if she's playing along with his schtick. ]

Two thousand people killed themselves because I told them to. It sparked several world wars. And you used me as a shield for a bomb.

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Wow! I really would have been a hero if I let you die. Wouldn't that be a neat change of pace!

[ He has no idea whatsoever if literally anything she said is true, but it's also not like he cares ~~yet~~. Her history's got nothing to do with him. ]

You would have avenged the death of billions of lives. [ Stretching out, crossing her legs. ] But of course, the Bomb wasn't able to go off without my delicate touch.

I did say I didn't want to kill you. Or really intended to, ever?

We're just on the same level of petty. You broke my bed, I made you think you were about to die.

If you think that bomb actually put the fear of death in me, you really don't know what you're up against.

[ He says it dismissively, flapping a hand. It's probably true. Aura is absurdly durable up until the moment it breaks, so even if that blast obliterated his aura in one go it would have almost definitely taken the brunt of it. If she had a follow-up bomb, though, then he would have been royally fucked. ]

But you probably get off on that, right? You seem to lose your mind every time you can't predict something. You've got an ignorance kink, or something.

Imagine iffff... you could predict everything you could ever do, ever, and the reaction to it and how it would go. At first, that sounds great, right? You know just who to go to who will give you 500 dollars easy and never ask for it back under the guise it was for charity. Or you could predict every answer on a test. Predict the next word in every book. Absorb data without any effort at all. You could probably cure cancer. You could probably stop world wars.

You could probably end every misery in the world. You could probably assassinate anyone who would stand in your way. What then, though? You're the big world hero. Everyone obtained peace because of you.

And it's... as predictable in theory as it would be in real life. You never have any real experiences, any reason to learn the emotions you do have, because if you do go along with the plot and scrape your knee and know just what your friend will say to change you for the rest of your life, what is there to change? Nothing.

Having my ability is like having nothing of nothing.

Meeting someone you can't predict reactions from is like-- getting out of the sensory deprivation tank you were locked in, and getting one thing removed. Maybe I'll breathe this time, maybe I'll see this time, maybe I'll hear, smell, feel-- before going back in.

So what I mean to say is...

ONLY A DUMB-ASS MOTHERFUCKER WOULD BELIEVE I'D THROW MYSELF A PITY PARTY OVER HAVING CONTROL OVER EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE! AT THE SAME TIME, NOT BEING ABLE TO GETS ME ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN' MOLTEN!

You still talk too much.

[ This is going to be a trend, isn't it. She's going to give a long-winded explanation, he's going to complain about how much she talks, and then within minutes the cycle will repeat.

Alas. ]

Just to confirm, though - when you say "molten", are we talking as in heated and angry, or hot and bothered? Or is this an "A and B" situation?

[ Calms down immediately. ]

Oh, hot and bothered. That's not even sarcasm-- that's your forté. Someone beating me at my own game and somehow cruising around every possible situation I've planned for gets me more heated than a sauna.

Then I guess it's too bad I already broke the bed before we had the chance to make it a team effort.

Aw, no trying to surprise me? To get around my Ultimate Analysis, or do you just know that you probably wouldn't be that exciting?

What would be surprising about making a move on you right after you admit to being revved up? That's the most predictable chain of events there is.

No, I meant more like everything you've surprised me with so far has been your ruthlessness and magic abilities. After that, you're still just a guy. I doubt you have anything that could floor me enough to want to make this R-18.

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