mad, i tell you! you and this boy slim shady! [backdated]

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Characters: Aradia Megido, Vriska Serket [visioneightfold], Roy Mustang [thewarisover]
Location: the agency..!
Rating: PG-13? they AARE six after all.
Time: October 30, evening.
Description: After putting the puzzle together, Aradia wants to see Vriska in person. Roy's there because of potential violence.





And so, with Roy's permission, Aradia makes her way to the agency. Each step she takes is a step closer to Vriska Serket, and with each step she finds herself regretting this even more. She tells herself that it's important to be on the same page as her fellow troll, because they're teammates. Kind of.

Aradia eventually finds herself in front of the agency, with her hand on the door knob. She stares at it for a full ten seconds before deciding that all she's doing is wasting time (her most valuable resource). With a deep breath, Aradia lets herself in. It will be one hell of a ride.

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i'm sorry that this is short orz

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Except it wasn't. At least, not from Vriska's perspective. "I thought you would be this way, because this is past you," she says calmly. "But soon things will change, looking at the events of the Alpha timeline."

And how.

However, there is nothing Aradia can do until that time. She knows that Vriska is the way she is for a reason, and that's 0kay. Time will tell, and if there's anything that Aradia has...

"I thought I would get a head start on it," Aradia simply looks at her. She stares into all eight pupils Vriska has. "In the future, we are equal."

Ffff short what

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Vriska stared at her for a full minute, the gears in her brain churning; then, not so gradually, she got it.

The look on her face contorted through several expressions--shock, rage, confusion--before finally settling on stock disbelief.

"You?"

Then suddenly she sneered and her countenance turned cold, her voice caustic.

"Don't lie to me! You don't have a dream self. Didn't. Whatever! The point is that of all the people to try and pull this on..." She laughed. It was not a nice laugh.

herp

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Aradia takes no offense from Vriska's words and expressions. "I have no reason to lie, Vriska. I'm here to make amends, remember?"

She just leaves Vriska with that thought. Knowing that it will still take her a long time before things are completely settled, they seemed to be going in the direction predicted. "There is a reason we imagined that I didn't."

Thanks for giving me persimmons for this. Also I'm so tired the writing here is awful.

[visioneightfold.livejournal.com]

Aradia was sitting fairly close to the bars. This would prove to be a mistake--Vriska stepped forward and seized the other girl by the horns, hauling her up and yanking her towards her so that Aradia was standing suddenly, her face pulled into the bars. Vriska's own face bore a false grin, fangs bared dangerously. It was obvious she didn't care about Roy.

"Oh yeah?" Her voice dropped down to a near-hiss, thin and vicious like a blade. "Okay then." She pulled Aradia even closer. "Lay it on me."

oplz, raile.

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She knew the risks of being so close, and merely closes her eyes when Vriska grabs her. When she opens them again, Aradia is trying to remain as collected as possible. Patience, she tells her self. Vriska must give her a reason to counteract.

"You'll find out," she says dryly. Perhaps it came out more malicious than intended.

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Roy was already tossing his cigarette aside and moving by the time Vriska was coming forward - it didn't take a genius to know what she was about to do.

As such, he was between them soon enough, hands on Vriska's wrists, twisting them away.

"She can lay it on you from a safer distance, I think."

It was both a warning to Vriska and a reminder for Aradia to be more careful next time.

[visioneightfold.livejournal.com]

Vriska snarled, baring damaged fangs at both Roy and Aradia for a second before she jerked back, ripping her hands from Roy's grasp. It was accompanied by an audible undercurrent hiss, a sound that in human bodies and throats should not have been possible.

Her grip on Aradia had been stubborn, though, and her grasp on those curved horns had tightened before it could been broken. "You don't have an explanation," she spat, gripping her own wrist as she stepped back from the bars, her posture still threatening--just one step, no more, as though she were going to recoup and somehow recover the situation from there. "You can't hide behind your time shit with me, Megido. Paradox Space won't cover for your liiiiiiiies." She leered the last word, her gaze flicking briefly to Roy, who she flashed a sharp smile.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, she registered a reality that she'd been ignoring, at least temporarily, but which had come right back the instant her advantage was stripped.

...she was so fucking tired.

[just-0k.livejournal.com]

The Maid reaches up and touches one of her horns gently. She isn't but bleeding but she would be damned if it didn't hurt. You already had your revenge, she tells herself. Both of you are Gods, now. Aradia takes a deep breath, trying to look past Roy. She can only imagine what he must be thinking.

"Vriska," she utters coldly. "I might have been dead, but my dream self was not."

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And what was Roy thinking, indeed? He had been paying very careful attention to the conversation, but planned on reserving his judgment and making it look like he was just around and hadn't been listening at all. Playing dumb had its advantages, at times.

The Meister wordlessly stepped away, watching the pair even as he withdrew. He didn't hang back as far as he had been earlier, however. Just in case.

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Vriska stood right up against the bars, her unsettling eight-pupilled gaze locked unwaveringly on Aradia's living face. Hard disbelief hovered stubbornly on the edges of her features, but a derisive note echoed in her voice.

"What did you do, go back in time to the useless husk of our session and explode on your quest bed to save us?" Hate accompanied her contempt. The very idea filled her with bile, black liquid lapping over the tiers of her inimitable exhaustion. How dare she, if she had. Jack was hers; he belonged to her--he was her prey, her victory, and if Aradia thought she could horn in on her territory...

She wished, briefly and wearily, that she could get a rise out of Aradia, a reaction, something--anything other than this stupid, uselessly reasonable demeanour that seemed to accompany the redblood everywhere she went. Even in FLARP, Aradia hardly ever got carried away; she was too much of a coward to do anything in person when she was alive.

Vriska hated her for that.