[it's very easy to take stock of who's here and who isn't when they were all piled into the same room like this, huh. she will be deeply offended by the fact that someone touched their team again in a minute, but first — hm. well.
she follows strohl out of the room, trying to get a look at how badly he's losing it right now. she'll hang back to watch until she's noticed or he decides to move somewhere else.]
[ well she comes out just in time to see him fucking destroy the closest departure screen with his greatsword. the two-hander is made for things like this - critical hits, big power, and the screen shatters on contact, sending glass flying and electric sparks jittering outwards from the destroyed electronic.
he's standing there after he's destroyed it - breathing hard, shoulders hunched up by his head. she'll even see him look at his phone when it goes off almost automatically, make another feral animal noise and absolutely football spike it into the ground.
his tattoo of the week becomes more blatant, throughout this time - like paint leaking across his back, blotting out the proud halian crest on his coat.
FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED
he takes a deep, shuddering breath once he yeets his phone. what a good day this is ]
[oh... neat... she leans against a wall and watches him get it aaaaaaall out, not saying a single word until it looks like he's done. then she waits a couple of seconds, letting him catch his breath, before she pipes up with:]
If you tire yourself out now, you won't have the energy to wring their neck tomorrow.
it doesn't seem like he's going to destroy anything after the phone, mostly because he just needed to get all of that out, but the phone is getting left there. and it's a long moment before he even seems to realize that yoru said something.
he turns around - regards her over his shoulder. his expression is thunderous, and strohl snarls: ] I'm going to burn this damned place to the ground.
[ he's!!! so fucking mad!!! as it turns out mr goody two shoes justice and honor is also mister i want to commit gratuitous violence
slowly, he exhales out. the smile makes him even angrier, but he'll take it - better that than one more person looking at him in sympathy, as if he was the one who needed it. as if he was the one that died. would've been better that way. ]
If I find out the person who did this did it for one of those damned - things, [ the incentives, but the idea makes him so furious he doesn't even have the right word for the situation ] --there's going to be hell to pay before the day's up.
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she follows strohl out of the room, trying to get a look at how badly he's losing it right now. she'll hang back to watch until she's noticed or he decides to move somewhere else.]
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he's standing there after he's destroyed it - breathing hard, shoulders hunched up by his head. she'll even see him look at his phone when it goes off almost automatically, make another feral animal noise and absolutely football spike it into the ground.
his tattoo of the week becomes more blatant, throughout this time - like paint leaking across his back, blotting out the proud halian crest on his coat.
FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED
he takes a deep, shuddering breath once he yeets his phone. what a good day this is ]
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If you tire yourself out now, you won't have the energy to wring their neck tomorrow.
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it doesn't seem like he's going to destroy anything after the phone, mostly because he just needed to get all of that out, but the phone is getting left there. and it's a long moment before he even seems to realize that yoru said something.
he turns around - regards her over his shoulder. his expression is thunderous, and strohl snarls: ] I'm going to burn this damned place to the ground.
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Good. There's no point in keeping the peace when they obviously won't, no?
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slowly, he exhales out. the smile makes him even angrier, but he'll take it - better that than one more person looking at him in sympathy, as if he was the one who needed it. as if he was the one that died. would've been better that way. ]
If I find out the person who did this did it for one of those damned - things, [ the incentives, but the idea makes him so furious he doesn't even have the right word for the situation ] --there's going to be hell to pay before the day's up.
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[ though my god would he love that to be him, says the look on his face - but he gets it, sort of. ]
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