destructive.

The gall of this … Dash took a deep breath, and walked closer to the woman. I don’t know you enough to make a similarly misguided assumption about you, as you’ve done for me, but I can gauge that you’re nothing but a scared little loudmouth that can’t back it up when it actually comes down to a fight.” 

Dash focused on her the objects around her, already picking up on things she could potentially use to subdue this threat for the time being, while others this woman had so easily dismissed thought of a concrete plan for this chaos. 

She cocked her head to the side, eyes never leaving Romee’s, “Don’t ever use idle threats against people who’s capabilities you have no clue about.” 

Romee tensed as the girl neared her, ready for a fight. “It was merely a question, one you didn’t answer and instead took rather personally. No need to be touchy, unless of course you wanna show weakness.

Well that was over dramatically quick. 

Kilian, luckily, managed to get a second sip before his drink got stolen. “I pegged you to be way weaker. In hindsight,” Kilian tilts his head, watching the fallen attacker, “ I really shouldn’t have.”  Maybe then the fight would have been more of an entertainment. “What’s your angle for rousing the dumb ones? Boredom?”

“Acting up and attempting to kill someone else are two completely different things.” Celeste’s eyes never leave the girl. “Idiot. Oh, now you’re choosing fighting words.” She deadpans. “Who are you anyways?” Before now, having access to the detonators seemed like a bad idea. No one need a button to end other agents. No it seemed more desirable.  –No that was a joke, a terrible joke. Her arms folded. “And your power. Must not be very strong if you’re unwilling to fight, no?”

Hard to argue with any of that.

Kilian opens the beer bottle he got from the fridge and leans against the nearest wall. Some people are legitimately crapping their pants right now, considering Romee’s words. On a certain level they all know she’s technically right, but most of them are too civilized to act the way she wants them to.

One guy seems to really be feeling himself though, because he’s advancing in on Romee from the rear, using people’s shocked rattle to cover his steps. It’s hard to tell if he’s doing it because he considers Romee to be “weaker“, or just out of spite.

Kilian waits to swallow his sip (and for the kid to advance more), before he gives the girl a heads up. “Behind you.”

Without getting up, Romee reaches her arms out and emits a vibration stronger than she initially planned. She sits gets up and shakes her head, not bothering to access the damage behind her. Her eyes search the room and finally settle on the voice who warned her.

Dash whipped around trying to pin point where the dumb suggestion came from. She knew they were kind of doomed, but with talk like that shit wasn’t gonna get easy for anyone. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the culprit. 

Romee always put her on edge, no matter how much Dash tried to tell herself that they were all on the same team. It was perhaps how similar, yet opposite their abilities were. Despite her mind telling her to tread easy, Dash’s tone couldn’t stifle her annoyance, “Hey, Romee, love, do you mind not saying that kind of dumb shit when everyone is trying to be constructive in this mess?”

Romee’s eyebrows knit together and she sits up to face her. “Oh and how are they trying to do that ? By sitting around and playing with their dicks ? I’m the only one offering an actual solution for survival. What’s wrong, babe ? Afraid you aren't one of the strongest ?”

“Starting a fight club, really? Where do you suppose we keep the bodies? In your bedroom?” Her eyes roll. “There is not going to be a fight club. If you’re that eager to to fight someone, then go to training. If you’re that eager to kill someone, you can join the other detainees in their cells while we get you one of Hellfire’s finest therapist.” She sipped her water and looked around at most people finding different ways to keep busy. Until this moment she had no idea anyone in hellfire owned a pack of cards.  

Romee sits atop one of the tables in the cafeteria, her arms crossed. When she speaks, her voice is raised higher than normal to get attention. “Consider this freaks, we start a fight club. We can last a lot longer down here if we deplete some of these numbers. I’m not about to only get rations while the weakest of you bring us down.” 

[ summer bishil / pansexual ] romee stone is an agent of hellfire that underwent the top-secret mutation process and developed vibration manipulation. to the rest of the world, the thirty year old female is deceased or missing. however, in tartarus, she is now known as vibe of acedia, an agent trusted for being daring but once reprimanded for being destructive.