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[fuckchild]

[Maybe you've seen this punkass, maybe you haven't. He was kind of a wild thing in battle, hard to miss if you saw a lot of enemies floating in midair. Somehow, he doesn't look injured, not even a single scratch. The scar across his brow is an old one, from a time long past.

Dante's not one to mince his words, so...]

Alright, would anyone mind telling me what the fuck is really going on? First we're two pissed-off frat house that can't share a campus, now we're twenty invite-only clubs? And all of that because we wished upon a fucking rock?

[The expression on his face says he's clearly buying none of it. He's a stubborn one.]

I want answers. Real answers, not whatever fairyland shit you can come up with.

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[fuckchild]

[He hasn't been here that long, but he's survived way too much. If he were terrible, he'd be dead ten times over.]

Anytime, sweetie. Name the place.

[survivra]

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I don't know. Anywhere that isn't overly close to a castle, like Tirim. And keep calling me that and I'll rearrange your face.

[fuckchild]

You're welcome to try. I think there's a training place out in La Llorona. I've been there once or twice.

[survivra]

You've been there since we all came back? I was familiar enough with the forest before, though I've no idea how similar it is now.

[ supposedly there's still a stronghold of sorts there as there was before, and once more the one she's supposed to be part of now. there had definitely been a rather bruised imp after one had tried to take her there a few days after arrival back in the drabwurld. ]

Well. All right. I'll find my way even if nothing is the same.

[fuckchild]

I haven't been back since... all of this. I know someone who runs the place, ask her how it's doing.

[A beat. It really shouldn't matter, since he's pretty much against it all, but damn his curiosity.]

What's your court?

[survivra]

It isn't my court any more than I'm theirs. But I've been told I'm to take that up with whoever rules the Amethyst Circle.

[ ...and because she can't really help but wonder, either, she says her next bit with some curiosity and an unasked question in return: ]

I wouldn't expect whatever answer I might have given would matter much to you. Unless you've already decided against that one, for some reason.

[fuckchild]

[Now he smirks again, triumphantly.

So maybe this stupid court thing wasn't that terrible after all. Decent company, at least, the kind that likes to punch things.]

Looks like we're in the same club.

[survivra]

Brilliant. Of course we are. Are we to celebrate that? I'll clap my hands, and you can hunt for our celebratory meal with your impeccable aim that's bound to impress me.

[ well she's definitely being rude but

there might be the tiniest, tiniest hint of a smile on her face as she's speaking.



tiniest. ]

[fuckchild]

[It just so happens that Dante is even more rude than she is, which is why he's pretty much grinning still.]

You should see what I can do when I'm actually trying to impress.

[survivra]

Well, good thing you're not, then. I'm doing just fine with the suspense of wondering.

[fuckchild]

What kind of talk is that? Just the suspense and nothing else?

[survivra]

Yes. Anything else and we all risk being disappointed. I'll see you in La Llorona, Dante.

[fuckchild]

See you there.