monodrama

❝ It wouldn't be the first time knowing you, I'm sure, ❞ he shoots back, placing a hand into one of his pockets as he tilts his head briefly to the side. so, she'd heard of the party he'd hosted not too long ago. she was cunning, though it wasn't as if he was trying to keep it a secret, too.

nor was it anything to be concerned about no matter how one looks at it.

"Give it a little time and I'll be back up to tip top. Adjusting to a completely new place isn't easy even for someone like myself. Although it is a pretty weird world to begin with. No script, no rules, nada."

A complete playground. Yet for some reason she felt a little empty. Like the fool needed something else to fill in the "blank".

Whatever that meant was anyone's guess. But the Fool felt scarily competent in her words which really could be taken as a farce or her speaking the truth. Both equally terrifying given the circumstances in general or what could manage to transpire...

"Correction: out from under the mask of Aha, perhaps it would give you a chance to live a decidedly different life? Avoiding the gaze and ire of an Aeon is certainly something to be noted."

and while francesca isn't entirely against that, there is a subtle, unshown disappointment that she doesn't get to witness if the other goes down first.

leaning back just a smidgen into her seat, she kicks her feet back and forth, hands pressed upon the cushions as she does. ❝ Whaaaat? You'd really make me do thaaat? It was just a wittle accident, ❞ she chimes, one finger pressing against a pair of now pouting lips as her head tilts to the side, as if she were naught but innocent amidst it all. though the suggestion this fool offers is an interesting one, knowing well enough that firing it off at the same time would lead to far better suspense at the expense of seeing if whoever was left would have bothered to take the final shot at all. so, she hums a little in thought, head swaying back and forth between her shoulders as if pondering (she wasn't, truthfully) deeply.

"I meeeeean you could." Sparkle said before picking up the gun again, twirling it around her finger before pointing it right towards Francesca's forehead. "But would that be pretty fun if it was the real bullet? I mean probably not for me. You said it yourself, has anyone running away from the killer gotten some good applause? It's practically a cliche at this point!"

Maybe in her mind. And not when someone's actual life was on the line either....

𝄞 "If you keep following me around like this, Fool, people are going to start spreading rumours about us." The sight of familiar brown pigtails in the corner of Robin's eye put her on alert. None of her interactions with Sparkle in the past had led to her believing it was okay to relax around her, especially when she'd stolen her identity in the past.

Unless she missed the reputation Robin already made herself in Spirale. It would've been somewhat disappointing but things tended to work rather quickly here compared to plenty of other "scripts"

✂ "So, uh...? Is this what you do all day? Go around pranking people? I'll admit it's pretty funny, but sooner or later someone's going to swing at you." Riyo didn't really get this chick. She knew her name was Sparkle, and when Sparkle had realized she was new she had promised to "show her how to have fun".

Seemed like she liked to go about doing so by pissing people off.

Illusionists and tricksters were not new to him by any means, and usually it was rather easy to figure out the trick behind all the glam and show, this time it didn’t seem as straightforward. Oh, but he hated to have his intellect be smeared and questioned in that way, visibly tensing up as he tried – emphasis on tried – to shrug it off as nothing but a meaningless comment. Maybe the trick was to stoop down to her level?

“Fine, I will indulge you a little further. You call yourself a fool but clearly play others for the very same. Say, are you getting a twisted sense of joy from all this? Is the degradation of others gratifying to you?”

"Alrighty. Let's see if you got what it takes my Fool in training." Without taking her hands off the deck Sparkle handed it off right into his hands, an unfazed smile still right across her lips.

shoving another piece of cake into her mouth, she listens as she chews along, soon reaching out for the gun once the turn cycles back to her playing field. ❝ Humans are pretty silly in that regard, aren't they? ❞ whether or not one considered her human, too, was another story, even as she speaks so callously of them. ❝ You've got the cautious and overly strict which are no fun at all when left on their own. You gotta get involved a little or they'll just keep marching on that same, rigid path, ❞ she chimes along, thinking a little on orlando, the way he brandishes justice so directly that he could hardly see the fine line between that and insanity.

❝ But then you've got those unpredictable sorts of people. They'll keep going and going even if it makes no sense at all! Instead of playing it safe, they'll call all in and try to make out with a bang for their buck. Makes you wonder what drives them. Is it confidence or just plain hubris? Maybe they're just feeling lucky, too. But then when they're faced with the consequences, that's when it gets really fun! Will they live with it all on their shoulders? Or maybe they'll be unable to to face it and just end it all! ❞ and without another word, she clicks the trigger twice in rapid succession, both ringing hollow with an empty chamber as she gasps a little.

Just like the one the two of them were experiencing right now...

"Oh look at you with some little butterfingers. Couldn't help yourself in trying to get with your meeting with death a little quicker?" Sparkle sighed as she took the gun back, looking at it longingly as it spun around her finger

"Normally I'd make you take another one but that doesn't sound too fun now does it? After all if it goes boom then I had to watch. And if it doesn't then I got the short end of the stick." So there was really only one thought that passed through her mind. A truly absurd way that both should be "reasonable" with.

"I do not know if you have received the proper clearance for such an activity or not, so I took it upon myself to ensure proper precautions were taken." Not to mention she had a feeling that Sparkle wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Just ensure that they come back in one piece. This equipment is rather expensive, and I am not certain that there is anymore money in the budget to replace them.

"You think someone would try and steal your equipment for a murder? That'd be a pretty convoluted plan even for a murderer's standards."

As if she knew anything about the mind of a killer. Especially one who seemed to be targeting this area in the first place.

"Good morning, Miss Sparkle." he starts, as politely as he can after knocking on her door. "I realize this is your office, but is there any chance you could turn down the volume a little?" Father Sunday was not even sure she could hear him with that music playing so loudly. But he felt he had to try.

it looked like miss sparkle needed something from her??

"See I was going to ask an old time friend for a nice background for one of the scenes that'll be in the next production. But I thought about it for a moment and realized that if we got someone who went to school here to do it everyone would enjoy it a whole lot more!"

Which is when she turned right back towards Artemista.

Once she heard the request, Burnice couldn't help but grin. "On that'll be easy! The bar itself can go up along the back wall, while the rest of the stage can have a few tables, but not so many that it would block any dance numbers!