AA: hello vriska
AG: What.
AA: before you get angry with me i just want you to know that ive decided to give you your die back
AG: A8out fucking time.
AG: Why?
AA: i just think its stupid to keep holding onto this
AA: and ive heard nothing from you lately
AA: would you be able to meet me? if you are on the ship that is
AG: Ugh, whatever.
AG: If it'll get me my fucking die 8ack, then fine.
AG: Where?
AA: toward the back
AA: you know where the morgue is? like the hallway to the left of that
AG: Fucking hell.
AG: Ok yes, I'll meet down 8y the morgue.
AG: Of course you want to meet 8y the morgue.
AG: I'll 8e down in a minute.
AA: ok
AA: im glad to end this once and for all
AG: Whatever.
AA: cant wait :)
AG: *And there she goes, down to the morgue and to the hallway to the left. Vaguely, the thought about what happened to Tavros runs through her head and how it /had/ to have gotten back to Aradia by now, but she isn't worried. What could Aradia do to her? She stops near the start of the hall, waiting. At least she's getting her fucking die back finally.*
AA: over here! -aradia calls from further down. much further down. but she's got the die in her hand. and she's standing near an open closet.-
AG: *She walks over, eyeing Aradia's hand as she raises her own, palm up with a flex of her fingers.* Alright. Hand it over.
AA: -she's just smiling at vriska, but perhaps it's a litlle unsettling. ok, it's really unsettling. and she raises her hand to hand vriska the die, but instead of giving it to her, she propels her complete body wait against vriska, ramming her horns against her to push her right into that open closet before slamming the door. there's a click that can be heard, the auto-lock of the door.-
AA: oops!
AG: *The instant her horns hit her, Vriska's breath vanishes from her, all the wind knocked out of her that has her coughing and rolling onto her knees to double over after falling onto her bottom from the surprise force.* What the FUCK. *And then she hears the click, not having noticed that the door had been shut, her eyes going wide in the security of a dark room with no one to see her start of panic. She stands, palms hitting the metal of the door as she pushes on it.* Aright! Real fucking funny, haha!!!!!!!! You sure did get me! Now fucking let me out!
AA: -she has a grin on her face that vriska cant see as she leans against the door, feeling every pound from vriska as she stands there.- not so fast vriska
AA: i know what you did to tavros
AA: he might let you get away with stuff like that but rest assured
AA: i wont
AA: this needs to end
AA: you need to learn
AA: and one last thing
AA: do
AA: not
AA: fuck
AA: with
AA: us
AA: dont worry no one will hear you back here
AA: see you later
AG: *In her shock and stupor, all she can manage to get out is a sputtering,* Hey!!!!!!!! *curses and threats all at the tip of her tongue, yet all coming too quickly for her to focus on just one to spit out like venom towards the door, the same door she continues to pound against fruitlessly. She's trapped, cornered in a tiny room with only a sliver of light from the bottom of the door, and without any form of communication in her pockets, her device left on the desk in her room.* /Fuck/! *She shouted, finally yelled some of the obcinities that she had tried to before at metal that only echoed her words back to her, hit the door until the sides of her fists felt raw and turned blue, all of it for nothing. No one came in those first few moments, nor did anyone come after that, no matter how loudly she shouted and strained her voice. Time passed by, only broke up by another attempt at getting someone's attention yet again before she would slump back against a wall and wait until her throat stopped aching to try again. Why hadn't anyone found her yet? Hours had to have passed by by then, and /someone/ had to notice that she was gone, either by her not answering any messages that /might/ have been sent to her, or just a lack of presence around the ship. Quite possibly, that stung the worst, worse than the ache in her throat and the cramps in her legs from the small space, worse than the hunger and thirst that was rising, and worse than the ache in her chest from where that /bitch/ had rammed her into the closet. No one was coming for her, no one cared enough to think it odd that she wasn't around for that long, and no one gave enough of a shit to worry about her. More time passed, the sound of rubber squeaking snapping her out of her self-hating and self-pittying haze to hear a number pad being pressed, and then the swish of the door opening and flooding in a blinding light that stung her eyes. Hope swelling up in her chest while she tries to focus her eyes to the light to see the shadowed figure standing in the doorway, she can't wait to see who it is that finally came looking for her and /finally/ found the closet that she had been shoved into, until it all comes boiling down in her heart into a venomous concoction of rage and disappointment at the sound of an unfamiliar "Um" and the sight of a nameless and useless maintenance worked bleeds into her vision. She shoves past them, hips and knees cracking and straining after their first real movment in... God, how long had she been in there? She has to get to her block first, if only to see if /any/ attempt to contact her had been made, and to grab a water to sooth her throat. Her device is snatched up first, hopeful, yet again, shot down at the sight of a blank notification screen, after /nine/ hours of silence from her. Should she be that surprise though? She doesn't have any friends, that was what she had been told, so maybe that really was true, or at least, she doesn't have anyone that cares about her that much. Abandoning her thought of needing something to drink, a better idea formulates its way into her mind, in the form of finding the one that did this to her. She said Vriska needed to learn? Well so did she. Without bothering to message Aradia first, she storms out of her room, vision red and veins running hot with a debilitating rage she isn't sure she ever had before.*
AA: -it was aradia who had decided to call someone to let vriska out, saying she heard some mysterious pounding from a closet. for the past nine hours, she has been feeling incredibly satisfied, and not that guilty. perhaps there's a part of her that questioned if she had gone too far, but if vriska kept acting up, if she kept hurting people, then someone had to intervene. and aradia's moirail was much too passive to stand up for himself. after making the call, she thinks it wise to steer clear of vriska while also leaving the ship and getting some fresh air. it was a beautiful night outside, a perfect time to go out onto the coast. and so she starts making her way out of the ship, oblivious to whoever may be beihnd her-
AG: *With a snarl on her lips, the likes of which might have startled even /her/ if she had seen it in a mirror, she finally see who she is looking for, tailing her off the ship and to the coast, always careful of her distance despite the overwhelming urge in her gut to get behind her and snap her neck right there, or at the very least, suckerpunch her. She waits until both are a good enough distance
AG: away, stopping at the coast where waves lapped up the side of the rocky and steep cliff, a vague reminder of her home planet. She doesn't want to be seen by anyone out here, just as much as she doesn't want to be put on probation yet again for confronting Aradia and taking matters into her own hands. It's the best way to handle things, really. She speaks up from behind her, voice strained and eyes
AG: glassed over and tired.* You think you're so /fucking/ clever, don't you.
AA: -when she reaches the coast, where she planned on overlooking the ocean, she hears a familiar and angry voice. but she isn't thrown off. and she sure as hell isn't intimidated. she lets out a half-amused laugh, although she's never seen vriska like this before. she tells herself it's just because she doesn't handle the consequences of her actions very well.- you had a lot of time to think about wh
AA: at you did
AA: thats what happens when you dont learn
AG: What I did? I didn't do SHIT! *She almost begins to go further, about how it hadn't been her fault, it had been an accident, and that she had only been helping Tavros by sparring with him. But something tells her that it wouldn't cut it for Aradia, that no matter what she says, nothing will ever get through her thick skull and into her head. She had been demonizing Vriska for as long as she could
AG: remember, and there was only so much that a person could take.* Stop fucking p8tronizing me. *She takes a step forward, hands clenched into fists.* It's all you're fucking good for, just saying shit that no one wants to hear. No one /ever/ wants to hear what shit you have to spit out of your fucking mouth. No one. Fucking. /Cares/. /Especially/ not me.
AA: -her eyes narrow intensely at vriska, feeling the adrenaline rush through her veins at the intensity of the moment. her smile fades, and she's seething, but then something cilcks. she doesn't want to be afraid of vriska, but something about her position makes her nervous. something about this situation doesn't feel right. but she's far too stubborn to give in.- you broke his nose! you hurt him because thats all you ever do! you HURT people -aradia doesn't realize how much she does of the same when it comes to vriska- no one cares about me huh?
AA: i called the janitor
AA: to let you out
AA: no one else looked for you
AA: no one else gave a shit about you vriska
AA: and no one really will unless you start caring about what you do to people!
AA: youre so self centered its disgusting!
AA: you horrible stupid manipulative self-absorbed BITCH
AG: *Her nails dig into the palms of her hands to the point where blood almost pools into her nails. Those words were exactly what she had already told herself, and hearing them spoken outloud felt like white-hot sparks in her heart. She had no right, nor did Vriska have any reason to take her words to heart, but she did. She did and she /hated/ herself for it, letting someone as deplorable as Aradia tell her the things she needed to hear. She couldn't stand it. She needed to shut her up. Her fist is quick, swinging up to aim for the side of her head in a fast and hard strike as furious as her.*
AA: -aradia knew the words she spoke were loaded. they were meant to be hurtful, and they were meant to sting with truth. she knew by now what most got under vriska's skin, and she wanted to use the best verbal attacks that she could. being of a higher blood and naturally more strong than aradia, vriska's punch /hurt./ it made her head spin with pain as she stagged backward before she snarled and forced herself toward vriska, aiming to punch her in the face- dont touch me!
AG: *Aradia's punch lands as well, but while fueled on pure adrenaline, it only serves to whip her head to the side, cheek staining already in a cerulean along her flesh. Teeth bared, pain seering up her face, her head turns back to the one in front of her, and everything goes blank. Instead of a punch, her palms reach out without her mind telling her to do so, fingers landing first on Aradia's shoulders before her palms and then the heels of her hands, using those to give her a shove backwards to just get her /away/ from her.*
AA: -she feels her fist collide with vriska's face, and before she can register what's happening, she's being shoved backwards. but the push is much too strong, much too close to the edge. her feet scramble for balance, but the hit before is making it impossible for her to discern what direction is which. she's unable to catch herself as her feet slip and she falls backward into empty space. air. and the pressure is intense, insane, her mind in a state of panic as she realizes what's happening. in the last few moments of aradia megido's ten sweeps of life, she feels regret, she feels desperation. when she finally hits the water from a fall of an unspeakable height, it's all over far too soon.-
AG: *Her hands leave Aradia's shoulders, arms still extended out as she stumbled backwards in what is a satisfying display of clumsiness that almost has a smirk breaking through her rage. And even more satisfying, she /falls/, right over the edge into what Vriska assumes is a fall into the water, where she would watch her flail about in the water and have to find a way up while Vriska walked back to the ship without a care in the world. She steps forward, looking over an edge that is far longer than what she had thought, /too/ long, the sight sending serpents through her stomach at the realization of it all when moments of staring and waiting for a break in the surface gave her nothing more than more waves crashing below upon themselves. It isn't a guilt, Vriska being far removed from having guilt over something like this, this conclusion she had come to hundreds of times in the past. What has her stomach twisting into knots isn't guilt, but a /fear/, a nervous glance over her shoulder settling the fear for just a moment as she takes a step back, and then another, until she is steadily retreating back off the cliffside and in the direction of the ship. She just killed someone, killed her in the presence of people that loved and adored her, /murdered/ her among a crowd that couldn't understand the ways that she was accustomed to, nor the torture that she had brought upon her. Vriska walks back, red on her hands, but no longer in her vision in a numb haze.*
