[ She resists wincing when he brings up the cereal. One time, she had been grateful for the sponsorship, pleased for the recognition and money for school. Now, though? It feels like just another thing that's pushed her right into Ozpin's path. ]
Yeah?
[ Not sure she wants to hear what he's going to say, but — ]
[ It's... like, the tamest deviation from the rules he can think of. It's a food fight. But again, any deviation from the rules is more than he thought he'd see out of her.
And it's fine, she doesn't have to detail her involvement. He's already figured that element out :) ]
Ooh, look at you!
[ He glances her way, leaning over just slightly into her space. ]
Bad girl.
The re-emergence of school + work out of the holiday ooze means slower tags, whoops!
[ Maybe he should consider the fact that his idea of misbehaviour is wildly out of alignment with the average person's. Emptying a cafeteria, ruining a crazy amount of food, causing substantial property damage... None of these things are good.
Or, that would be the case if Beacon students didn't cause substantial property damage wherever they went.
He leans in, she smiles crookedly. ]
Okay, okay. [ A laugh. ] What's the worst thing you've ever done?
[ Pyrrha has several questions. Why was he in the mountains? What did he use to light the fire? Why was that where his curiosity led him, of all places? But he undersells his story to such a degree that she's convinced there's more to it, which is what prompts her to let the whole thing go.
He's probably got some demons. She doesn't want to know, much in the same way she assumes he'd want to know nothing about what's in the basement at Beacon. ]
[ To be fair, in a world of monsters and magic a lot of people have demons, or at least skeletons in their closet. His might be a bit harsher than some, crueler than most, and the wounds left in their wake are like a gaping maw that can never be sealed.
Well, I appreciate you allowing me to drag you all over the city.
[ Because what else can she say to that?
They're almost the foot of the Vale Helix, fortunately. Pyrrha can't help but be grateful for an activity as a distraction, even as she turns his remarks over and over in her head. Telling herself - this has to be nothing, because in a few days he'll be gone and she'll be —
...
Anyway, she'll pay for both of them again, sliding her card over the turnstile scanner. Beep. Beep. ]
[ She stops just shy of the other side. He's not fully obstructed from proceeding; but if he wants to get through, he'll have to push past her quite closely. ]
What could I possibly be trying to bribe you for?
[ Come on, boy. Give her something to work with. ]
He steps forward - not aiming to push himself past, but simply to linger in her personal space. His hands rest on either side of the turnstile, allowing him to lean forward juuuuuust a bit. ]
Maybe you're looking for more... extracurricular distractions? Trying to string me along for another outing? Or maybe that's thinking too far ahead... maybe you want something right now.
[ Only teenagers would be rude enough to block a turnstile to a public attraction in this manner. ]
Oh, I think we both know there won't be another outing.
[ Because he's barely invested in this one, is her teasing meaning — but also for every other reason that's crossed her mind over the past thirty-six hours; and the vague sensation, one that prickles at the back of her neck and does scant else, that she's little more than a lobster in a boiling pot and he's holding down the lid. And not even minding, because something is better than nothing. ]
[ She can't help but grin. Moving to follow him, as they join the brief queue for the Helix. ]
I've always wanted to do this, [ she confesses. An employee comes around with a digital waiver on a scroll, and she doesn't even glance at it before tapping out her initials on the screen. ] But Jaune and Ren weren't particularly interested, and Nora didn't want to go without Ren.
[ And Pyrrha has completely failed to make friends outside of her team.
[ He almost rolls his eyes at the waiver - at the idea that this little thrill stunt could possibly be what ends his life - but complies in the end. ]
No offense [ lol, lmao ] but sounds like they're pretty boring. Kinda messed up that no one was willing to bite the bullet and take the plunge with you.
[ Of course, she had sought him out partially because her own fights had been so unsatisfying recently. Not that it was her team's fault; it's hard to be that uncharitable. At worst, it wasn't... not their fault. ]
May I ask what your team is like?
[ He can answer as they're ushered into her Helix pod. Fortunately, there's no patronising seatbelts. ]
[ Oh. He has to talk about them, now. Emerald, at least, has crafted a persona he can describe, but the others... well, whatever. It's not like he needs the charade to last for a long time. ]
Well, Emerald's definitely the cheeriest on the team. I think she's been chatting up that RWBY team, recently.
[ He knows it, because she comes back and groans about it every day. ]
Cinder is... hard to get a read on, but she's the type who when she's got her sights set on something there isn't a damn thing anyone can do to stop her from getting it.
[ That's just true. ]
And Polly [ because i don't think the show ever actually said what Neo's disguise name was ] is just a total psychopath.
[ As the pod starts to rise into the air, Pyrrha’s glance is fixed out the window somewhat firmly. A bit rude, she knows; she’d be surprised if he took it personally. ]
It’s unfortunate I won’t have time to meet them.
[ There’s a hollowness there, a very perfunctory beat to her typically picture perfect manners. ]
Perhaps we could pick up souvenirs for them on the walk back.
[ Ugh. Please say no, Mercury. Even Pyrrha herself doesn’t want to do that, and she suggested it. ]
Eh. If they want anything, no one's stopping them from hitting the town to get it themselves.
[ He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the pod wall. ]
Plus then Cinder will want to know everything I got up to, and I just don't feel like the interrogation. She's too nosy.
[ That's actually more truth than lie; he doesn't really intend to spew every detail to her as it is, and the idea of having some secrets kept from the woman holds its own appeal. He might be on a leash, but he can at least control its length a little.
If I just say "out and about" that's one thing. If I say we had a rematch and then went to the city together, she'll want details. That's just a headache I'd rather avoid.
[ Though the reason for wanting those details is far from innocently curious. ]
Your team won't be wondering the same thing, though?
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Yeah?
[ Not sure she wants to hear what he's going to say, but — ]
What did you expect?
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Not complaining. Way more interesting this way.
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[ As they walk, she recaps the event for him.
I’m not writing it out
It’s a fucking food fight
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She does leave out the detail of her spectacular show with the vending machine cans. He doesn’t need to know that. ]
We spent the rest of the week in detention.
[ See, she’s bad! Watch out, Madonna! ]
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And it's fine, she doesn't have to detail her involvement. He's already figured that element out :)]Ooh, look at you!
[ He glances her way, leaning over just slightly into her space. ]
Bad girl.
The re-emergence of school + work out of the holiday ooze means slower tags, whoops!
Or, that would be the case if Beacon students didn't cause substantial property damage wherever they went.
He leans in, she smiles crookedly. ]
Okay, okay. [ A laugh. ] What's the worst thing you've ever done?
[ Pyrrha no ]
No problem at all!
[ "Patricide" would probably be a mood killer, and to be frank he doesn't even view that as a bad thing at all. World's a better place without him.
Half-killing a Maiden? That's worse, yeah. But also probably a mood-killer.
Killing a bookstore owner?
He's going to have to make something up, isn't he-- oh! Oh, wait! ]
Burned a house down once. Nobody was living in it anymore.
[ Technically true! ]
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What?
Is that his Semblance? She had assumed it had something to do with his legs (jumping, maybe—?), but if it was fire, well — ]
- why?
[ Yup, there's that eloquence in the face of surprise. ]
wait how long has this tag been here I'M SORRY
[ he lifts his hands, mimicking an eruption of flame. ]
Fwoosh.
you come into my house and disrespect me this way— nah j/k, all good!
He's probably got some demons. She doesn't want to know, much in the same way she assumes he'd want to know nothing about what's in the basement at Beacon. ]
Do you always let your curiosity be your compass?
throws self down on hands and knees, weeps
Be hey, whatever, right? ]
It takes me to some fun places.
[ A pointed glance in her direction. ]
Case in point.
that typo will be punishment enough 😎
[ Because what else can she say to that?
They're almost the foot of the Vale Helix, fortunately. Pyrrha can't help but be grateful for an activity as a distraction, even as she turns his remarks over and over in her head. Telling herself - this has to be nothing, because in a few days he'll be gone and she'll be —
...
Anyway, she'll pay for both of them again, sliding her card over the turnstile scanner. Beep. Beep. ]
god DAMNIT phone tags
[ Not that he would have even been pretending, but...
...
Anyway, he'll raise an eyebrow as she swipes her card over the scanner, hands on his hips as he passes through the turnstile. ]
You're not trying to butter me up or something, are you? I'm not so easily bribed.
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What could I possibly be trying to bribe you for?
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He steps forward - not aiming to push himself past, but simply to linger in her personal space. His hands rest on either side of the turnstile, allowing him to lean forward juuuuuust a bit. ]
Maybe you're looking for more... extracurricular distractions? Trying to string me along for another outing? Or maybe that's thinking too far ahead... maybe you want something right now.
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Oh, I think we both know there won't be another outing.
[ Because he's barely invested in this one, is her teasing meaning — but also for every other reason that's crossed her mind over the past thirty-six hours; and the vague sensation, one that prickles at the back of her neck and does scant else, that she's little more than a lobster in a boiling pot and he's holding down the lid. And not even minding, because something is better than nothing. ]
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And then there's a gleam, an almost visible "ah ha" moment as a grin tugs at his lips. ]
Maybe, maybe not.
[ It's only now that he steps forward to slip past her, their faces dangerously close for one instant in passing-- ]
We'll see.
[ -- and then he's on the other side, hands in his pockets like nothing happened. ]
But let's wrap up this time before worrying about the next, yeah?
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I've always wanted to do this, [ she confesses. An employee comes around with a digital waiver on a scroll, and she doesn't even glance at it before tapping out her initials on the screen. ] But Jaune and Ren weren't particularly interested, and Nora didn't want to go without Ren.
[ And Pyrrha has completely failed to make friends outside of her team.
Good for her. ]
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No offense [ lol, lmao ] but sounds like they're pretty boring. Kinda messed up that no one was willing to bite the bullet and take the plunge with you.
[ He shrugs, shuffling forward with the line. ]
Oh, well. Their loss is my gain.
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Everyone's different, I guess.
[ Of course, she had sought him out partially because her own fights had been so unsatisfying recently. Not that it was her team's fault; it's hard to be that uncharitable. At worst, it wasn't... not their fault. ]
May I ask what your team is like?
[ He can answer as they're ushered into her Helix pod. Fortunately, there's no patronising seatbelts. ]
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Well, Emerald's definitely the cheeriest on the team. I think she's been chatting up that RWBY team, recently.
[ He knows it, because she comes back and groans about it every day. ]
Cinder is... hard to get a read on, but she's the type who when she's got her sights set on something there isn't a damn thing anyone can do to stop her from getting it.
[ That's just true. ]
And Polly [ because i don't think the show ever actually said what Neo's disguise name was ] is just a total psychopath.
[ Also true!! ]
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It’s unfortunate I won’t have time to meet them.
[ There’s a hollowness there, a very perfunctory beat to her typically picture perfect manners. ]
Perhaps we could pick up souvenirs for them on the walk back.
[ Ugh. Please say no, Mercury. Even Pyrrha herself doesn’t want to do that, and she suggested it. ]
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[ He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the pod wall. ]
Plus then Cinder will want to know everything I got up to, and I just don't feel like the interrogation. She's too nosy.
[ That's actually more truth than lie; he doesn't really intend to spew every detail to her as it is, and the idea of having some secrets kept from the woman holds its own appeal. He might be on a leash, but he can at least control its length a little.
Kind of. ]
It's nice to keep some things private.
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And yet — ]
You’ve been gone all day. Won’t she have questions regardless?
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[ Though the reason for wanting those details is far from innocently curious. ]
Your team won't be wondering the same thing, though?
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I told them I was training for my final match.
[ He’ll be omitting anything but the barest details, but Pyrrha lied outright. What does that say about her?
...
She goes back to gazing out the window. ]
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