Rosamund might be drawn in by the commotion then, rubbing at reddened eyes and taking a bracing breath or two. She can't say she's entirely surprised to find him here. Dante did seem like the type to take it out on public property.
And yet?]
Hello, Dante.
[She can't find it in herself to give him reproach. All she does is pluck one off the shelf herself, taking a seat on the floor. Smoothing her thumbs over its button eyes.]
Strohl took it out on the simulation room panel, too.
[She huffs too, looking down at the bear.] There's not much else to take it out on. Not yet.
If we could find these auditors, I'd just...
[Her mouth twists. Her nails, manicured to a point, hitch in and under the seams of the head, and wrench. The whole thing comes off with a raucous rip and white stuffing billows out. She pitches it across the room and glowers at it where it lands.]
But I suppose we have to wait. Again. Just like always.
You must deal a great deal of vengeance where you're from.
[He just seems so committed to it. Rosamund grimaces and pulls out her spindle — ebony black, twisted, looking very cursed and sharp — and starts to cut into the bear's arms. The gesture feels empty, it's just better than sitting here doing nothing. Better than tearing her hair out.
And unlike sabotaging the public washrooms, she very much doubts anyone is going to miss this bear.]
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Rosamund might be drawn in by the commotion then, rubbing at reddened eyes and taking a bracing breath or two. She can't say she's entirely surprised to find him here. Dante did seem like the type to take it out on public property.
And yet?]
Hello, Dante.
[She can't find it in herself to give him reproach. All she does is pluck one off the shelf herself, taking a seat on the floor. Smoothing her thumbs over its button eyes.]
Strohl took it out on the simulation room panel, too.
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If we could find these auditors, I'd just...
[Her mouth twists. Her nails, manicured to a point, hitch in and under the seams of the head, and wrench. The whole thing comes off with a raucous rip and white stuffing billows out. She pitches it across the room and glowers at it where it lands.]
But I suppose we have to wait. Again. Just like always.
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anyway now that she's broken the seal, dante joins in. darkly, while he's disemboweling a stuffed bear: ]
When we find those auditors, they'll have to invent new words to describe what I'm going to do to them.
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[He just seems so committed to it. Rosamund grimaces and pulls out her spindle — ebony black, twisted, looking very cursed and sharp — and starts to cut into the bear's arms. The gesture feels empty, it's just better than sitting here doing nothing. Better than tearing her hair out.
And unlike sabotaging the public washrooms, she very much doubts anyone is going to miss this bear.]
Were you close to them? Anders and Vi?
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...not particularly, no. Although apparently Anders knew a different version of me.