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come_sailaway2022-07-02 01:56 pm
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Laser Tag Log!
Who: Everyone who signed up for laser tag! (And maybe some others who are lurking!)
What: Laser Tag!!!!!!!!!!
When: July 4th
Where: Throughout the ship! Mostly held to the upper decks.
Warnings: None to start! Though, CWs and such will be added to tag titles as they pop up!
Mizuki has invited everyone who's signed up for Laser Tag (and those that expressed interest in helping him to referee) to join him at the Service Desk at noon. There, Mizuki has brought all the equipment he has received (and he is almost looking at Friday with excited gratitude about it), and waits for the room to fill up with people. Don't worry, he's not about to cause too much trouble for Friday, he just needs time to talk to everyone about the game.
First, he explains how the game works. Usually, in a team setting, there would be a base or nexus to defend, buuuut since he didn't get a whole arena for them or anything, they're just going to have to go by Last Man Standing rules, which is to say, whichever team either eliminates all of the others first, or at least has the more members by the end of the two hour mark (because, uh, we can't be here all day!!), is the winner. You have "two lives," which essentially means you have to be shot twice to be "out". Remember: your guns and chest plates are the equipment, so you can't shoot someone in the head and expect that to work. Shooting the chest plate is the only way to register another person is being shot!! So, in short: aim for the heart!!!!! If anyone asked if there's a prize for winning, Mizuki simply says "You'll see~!"
There's a few rules he goes over as well.
Number one, the guns are not real. He figures the lot of you know this, but feels the need to reiterate, just in case. The most harm they will do is hurt someone's eyes if you shoot a laser into them. That said, do not try to shoot lasers into someone's eyes.
Number two, this is meant to be fun, so no actual fighting. Playful banter is absolutely allowed, but the second things get physical, Mizuki will intervene.
Number three, magical or supernatural abilities, like teleporting and super speed and invisibility, are not allowed! Furthermore, any attempts to cover your chest plate will be penalized and you'll have to have one arm tied behind your back for the rest of the game.
Number four, while the whole ship will act as their arena, do not bother the passengers who do not wish to participate. That is to say, avoid the cabin hallways, cabins, and library for courtesy's sake.
Number five, avoid getting the the equipment wet! It's not really water proof! (You should probably be making the effort to avoid water, anyway.)
Number six, do not attempt to hide for the duration of the game. One, that's boring. Two, if you stay in place for longer than five minutes, your gear will make an alarm sound to alert other people to your whereabouts.
Multiple offenses of the rules will earn you to wear the cone of shame!!! He wants everyone to have a good time!!!
Mizuki himself will be acting referee, and probably "keep an eye on everyone while camouflaged". So don't think he's not watching!
For the teams, he draws names from a small bowl to randomly select who will be going where. The teams are then sorted and Mizuki hands around the equipment to everyone. Group 1 gets blue colored gear, and Group 2 gets red colored gear.
Friendly fire is, in fact, enabled. So try not to shoot your teammates!
He informs everyone that Red Team will all convene on the sports deck and Blue Team will convene at the lounge. Each will have 15 minutes to talk tactics with their teams, get themselves situated, and then the game will have officially begun!
Have fun~!
(( Note: To find out the winners, I did a coin flip, with the winners being Group 1. Feel free to play this out and figure out if your character survives or what have you at your own discretion, though! ))
What: Laser Tag!!!!!!!!!!
When: July 4th
Where: Throughout the ship! Mostly held to the upper decks.
Warnings: None to start! Though, CWs and such will be added to tag titles as they pop up!
Mizuki has invited everyone who's signed up for Laser Tag (and those that expressed interest in helping him to referee) to join him at the Service Desk at noon. There, Mizuki has brought all the equipment he has received (and he is almost looking at Friday with excited gratitude about it), and waits for the room to fill up with people. Don't worry, he's not about to cause too much trouble for Friday, he just needs time to talk to everyone about the game.
First, he explains how the game works. Usually, in a team setting, there would be a base or nexus to defend, buuuut since he didn't get a whole arena for them or anything, they're just going to have to go by Last Man Standing rules, which is to say, whichever team either eliminates all of the others first, or at least has the more members by the end of the two hour mark (because, uh, we can't be here all day!!), is the winner. You have "two lives," which essentially means you have to be shot twice to be "out". Remember: your guns and chest plates are the equipment, so you can't shoot someone in the head and expect that to work. Shooting the chest plate is the only way to register another person is being shot!! So, in short: aim for the heart!!!!! If anyone asked if there's a prize for winning, Mizuki simply says "You'll see~!"
There's a few rules he goes over as well.
Number one, the guns are not real. He figures the lot of you know this, but feels the need to reiterate, just in case. The most harm they will do is hurt someone's eyes if you shoot a laser into them. That said, do not try to shoot lasers into someone's eyes.
Number two, this is meant to be fun, so no actual fighting. Playful banter is absolutely allowed, but the second things get physical, Mizuki will intervene.
Number three, magical or supernatural abilities, like teleporting and super speed and invisibility, are not allowed! Furthermore, any attempts to cover your chest plate will be penalized and you'll have to have one arm tied behind your back for the rest of the game.
Number four, while the whole ship will act as their arena, do not bother the passengers who do not wish to participate. That is to say, avoid the cabin hallways, cabins, and library for courtesy's sake.
Number five, avoid getting the the equipment wet! It's not really water proof! (You should probably be making the effort to avoid water, anyway.)
Number six, do not attempt to hide for the duration of the game. One, that's boring. Two, if you stay in place for longer than five minutes, your gear will make an alarm sound to alert other people to your whereabouts.
Multiple offenses of the rules will earn you to wear the cone of shame!!! He wants everyone to have a good time!!!
Mizuki himself will be acting referee, and probably "keep an eye on everyone while camouflaged". So don't think he's not watching!
For the teams, he draws names from a small bowl to randomly select who will be going where. The teams are then sorted and Mizuki hands around the equipment to everyone. Group 1 gets blue colored gear, and Group 2 gets red colored gear.
Friendly fire is, in fact, enabled. So try not to shoot your teammates!
He informs everyone that Red Team will all convene on the sports deck and Blue Team will convene at the lounge. Each will have 15 minutes to talk tactics with their teams, get themselves situated, and then the game will have officially begun!
Have fun~!
clarke griffin » blue team
a: the strong offense prompt — fresh off the starting line, sure, clarke treats this as a game. there's no real stakes, only pride on the line, and once her teammates scatter it's increasingly easy to resist the urge to friendly fire (hi stede, hi jinx) and focus on the objective. but ask natsuno yuuki and he'd tell you that clarke griffin is incapable of chilling out and just playing a game without an undercurrent of caustic competitiveness.
bold and brash, there's no masking her steps or peeking around corners. just all out warfare from the second the game starts. clarke might even chase after other players. specifically trying to score an early point against murderbot, undine, darcy, rita, or dimitri. she also has no respect for dibs, sorry max. it's on sight for ebalon too.
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or at some point after absolutely obliterating venti, where her vest blinks to signal she's down one life:
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b: the co-op mode prompt (blue team only, she'll carry you guys it's fine) — blue vests. it's like looking across a battlefield hazed over with mist and catching sight of an ally in your darkest moment. and clarke's heart soars because the oft spoken rule of war is: strength in numbers, overwhelm and have more firepower.
whether you're pinned under enemy fire, doing your own bit of skulking about looking for a kill, running scared, hiding, meandering, or taking a proverbial water break, the righteous hand of laser tag god is suddenly at your shoulder in the form of a 5'5" blonde who looks ready to raze the entire ship in order to crush red team. )
How many kills have you had? What do you think their number's at?
( unless of course, you're fio, who gets the kid gloves and a (not at all unnerving) smile: ) Are you having fun? No one's picking on you, are they?
( or stede bonnet, who will unerringly be ignored and left to the wolves.
c: the double tap prompt — that's it, no prisoners, let's finish this. this is clarke, peering around corners or crouching behind environmental shields, fully entering her stalking phase. doesn't every teenage girl have one of those?
...no? well... concerning.
if you're on the red team and suddenly get the distinct impression eyes are fixes between your shoulder blades as you jog down a hallway, it's because they are. look around, maybe catch a hint of blonde hair disappearing around a corner, but no one's there when you double back to investigate. an elevator dings in the distance, a door closes, someone coughs out of your line of sight.
and then your being shot at. not just a single blow either, as soon as the laser gun recharges — the proverbial rack of the slide — clarke's trying her darndest to hit you again square in the life point tracker.
there's not a lot of room for talking, but if you run and hide, she'll follow. dehydrated enough to lie unimpeded, she'll even beseech — )
Come on, the game's basically over. You did good, I think you're the only one left on red team.
( d: the feint prompt — but with her back pressed in a corner, walls closing into a chokepoint, or just taken by surprise, clarke will acknowledge she's caught. surrender is a part of any conflict, and she'll obligingly raise both hands, finger still on the laser gun trigger and very casually pant out, )
Woah. Can we talk about this?
( but either you better shoot first and now, or she'll be dropping her gun level with your chest before the this is even all the way formed on her tongue, firing indiscriminately, and then pitching herself sideways in an attempt to seek cover. this is the prompt for rule breaking physical violence, too, sometimes you just gotta grapple. is it a cone of shame or a cone of guerilla tactic competence. )
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( e: the wildcard option — y'all know me, i'm easy like sunday morning, throw me a random prompt or tweak my set ups and i'll roll with it! )
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Until she feels eyes on her, and realizes someone's been tailing her.
The first shot comes as a genuine surprise, and Darcy barks out a "BITCH!" in retaliation as she scrambles to put some space in between Clarke and herself. The dining room is thankfully empty as Darcy crashes in through the door, skidding to hide behind one of the tables. ]
Doesn't mean I can't still get another kill on the board, ehn?
[ ... she figures the chances of Mizuki actually being in this room with them right now is small, and if Clarke were to round the table where she was hiding, she's no longer there. ]
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competitive is a weird state to be in. one looks at someone they'd probably consider a friend and yet still feels the overwhelming need to crush them just because the straps on their laser tag gear were a different color. if natsuno had ended up on red team she'd have lashed out at him with the same ferocity she'd kicked his bike in the middle of an arcade racing game, and felt absolutely no remorse. the same applies to darcy because this is just fun, right? seems she lands a blow, the other girl launches herself into another room, and the edges of clarke's mouth twitch in something decidedly smug.
she follows into the room, poking her head around the doorframe with zero reserve, the only point on her body worth protecting is her torso. does a full scan of the dining tables before creeping inside the room proper with her shoulders angled — breastplate and shoulder strap sensors shrouded by body language as she picks through the tables towards where she thinks darcy ended up.
the trashtalk helps, narrows the playing field, and clarke's gaze falls upon three tables specifically. she looks behind one pretty quickly, peers around the rounded edges of another, and then pauses. fixates on the third table and tries to eek out another locational clue by firing back — )
Certainly means you can try.
( only to crouch and run around that third table, completely expecting to see darcy squatting behind it except — there's nothing.
but. nothing? confusion is the first emotion to pass across clarke's face, but simultaneously she's remembering how the other girl had disappeared into the rafters on the deck in the blink of an eye. despite the rules, it had absolutely never occurred to clarke that anyone would be playing by mizuki's metric here. especially if they thought they could get away with it. so the hand not gripping her laser gun darts towards a random tabletop, fists in the fabric of the tablecloth and yanks a deluge of pre-set plates and cutlery onto the floor.
shock and awe, a distracting shatter of plates and bowls. a tactical drag of the tablecloth itself across her chest to deflect any surprise attacks she may have left herself open to, and then just. lashing it out like one would whip a wet towel. testing the waters to see if the area between the tables is actually vacant or tricks are just being played on her eyes.
don't hate, she's literally friends with their potentially-invisible referee, she's slowly but steadily picking up the tricks of the trade among these parts. )
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Clarke was trying to counter her invisibility. So all she had to do was play into that expectation. Darcy took up position behind one of the tables nearest to the door, allowed her Shroud to end, and Marionetted a gust of wind to pry the door open. When Clarke came by to follow her out, she'd get a shot in the back. ]
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when the tablecloth trick fails, she crouches to stalk darcy only for the other girl to suddenly appear by the doors and blow them open. recklessly, the predatory instinct to keep her crowded in a corner or chase her down, clarke follows into the trap and skids out into the hallway only to be met with the slight whirring sound of a laser gun. she stumbles a bit, coming to a stop just in time for her vest to beep to announce her second and last remaining life has been snuffed out. and it's a familiar swell of frustration at first, this can't be over. clarke turns carefully to face darcy, brow furrowed and mouth crowded into a scowl. )
...that's cheating.
( but honestly, mad respect.
but that doesn't change the situation at all, nor erase the fact darcy didn't even seem to consider what clarke's last line of defense would be. the referee. the moment clarke considers that option, there's maybe a hint of a smile — the slightest sign of approval — but it's replaced in an instant with something more akin to a pout. and clarke's turning on her heel, cupping both hands around her mouth and just screaming down the hallway — )
Mizuki! Mizuki, Darcy's using powers!
( sometimes — not often, but sometimes — playing expressly by the rules (or just being better at not being caught) paid off. get red carded, babe. )
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[ Darcy yells back from inside the dining room, quickly actually making her way to the door. Because if Mizuki wasn't in the room, then it's Clarke's word against hers. ]
Clarke's just being fucking salty because I outplayed her!
[ Darcy then directs a withering glare at Clarke, stage-whispering- ] I didn't think you were a fucking snitch.
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But here he is! Or, rather, here he is mostly invisible in the room himself to look between the two of them, before dropping his own cloak. ] Darcy has powers~? [ Okay, maybe not the first question he should be asking, but— ] Ah- I mean, Darcy, the "tying your hand behind your back" penalty goes for using supernatural abilities, too, you know.
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and right on time — not that she could predict exactly how close mizuki was, but it still feels right when he manifests from invisibility at her call — their organizer is here. and while clarke doesn't do anything so demeaning as flock to him like a child with a scraped knee would to their parent, she's still inevitably sliding his way. hands out, left still holding her laser gun but palms ultimately upturned.
she's watched enough ancient soccer reruns. arguing your case with the deciding powers is just part of the game. )
Yeah, she does. She was invisible and then blew the doors open. Your rules were clear, Mizuki, why's it just a penalty and not a disqualification?
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[ Two can play at this game, and if Mizuki didn't even know she had powers, why is she going to admit to having them? She'd been lying to her own mother for nigh on a year about what she'd been getting up to at night, so her bare-faced lies are handled with a practiced indignation. ]
I'm just really good at sneaking, and she didn't notice me opening the door with my sword. I mean, I figured that Clarke would be a bad sport, but accusing me of having magic powers? Come on, bitch, just admit I outplayed you.
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I- I don't see why Clarke would lie about this when her team is doing as well as it is, Miss- er- Darcy…! [ Well, he does. It's because Clarke is the competitive type of person. But, like, she wouldn't do that in a game that Mizuki hosted, right?! Right… ] That said, though, with that logic, I think that disqualifying Darcy on a first offense would be really unfun, especially since there aren't that many players left, Clarke… Just the penalty will do I think, anyway…
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b!!
Cowards...At this point, she wonders if she should really bother hiding at all. There hasn't been much of a challenge for her, yet.Still, that doesn't kill her enjoyment of it all. The new experience is enough to give her a bit of a thrill. She turns to Clarke, with a wide smile. ]
No one's picked on me. Everyone's been really nice! [ Strangely. They need to play the game! ] ...But they're making it too easy.
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There's no rule against taking advantage of that, if red team's going easy on you. You could be our ringer.
( a secret weapon, shrouded in cute. this is horrible advice, and clarke should feel bad. but just because she's taking this whole thing too seriously and aiming to annihilate the entire other team doesn't mean there's anything wrong with fio getting in a good few shots in the name of fun. )
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What's a ringer? Does that mean I'm helping us win? [ Fio isn't familiar with these game terms! But whatever it is, she assumes it's a good thing! ] It's their fault for going easy.
[ She giggles. It's just a game, so... she doesn't feel all that bad. ]
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( it is just a game. you can relax on using children as your personal foot soldiers, clarke, this isn't the middle of the apocalypse or another fight to the death, holy hell woman. )
Then just — take off running before they even realize what hit them.
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[ Fio parrots the words to herself in a loud, awed whisper like Clarke helped her make the most amazing self-discovery. At least she doesn't seem to mind being used as a soldier in this kind of game, taking the advice in mind...
She watches her raise her gun and copies the movements, to practice for herself. A fake laser gun is the closest she has ever tried handling a weapon and her aim is still shaky. ]
That's a great idea! I'll try it next time. [ Copying the little pew noise! She lets out an innocent laugh. ] We're so gonna win.
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Yeah, we are. ( she's not a hair ruffling type inherently, but if she was... ) Especially if we've got you as the ace up our sleeve.
( what clarke is the type for however, is giving brief shooting lessons to younger kids. the laser guns may be plastic, but the general mechanics are the same — point and shoot. this lesson could very well carry over to real world application. she reaches out to touch fio's arm, gently pushing her elbow until it's in a sturdier, locked stance. )
C'mon, let me show you — two hands, arms out and stiff, plant your feet in line with your shoulders. Look down the top of the barrel, and that's how you aim. ( softly taps her own chest sensor, even if they'd been talking about sneaky stealth attacks from behind. ) As dead center as you can get.
D, I'm laughing too much to not do this
[is Ebalon's very quick answer as he raises the gun and fires. Except he's kind of an awful fucking shot, like, his nerd arms cannot handle fake guns which is probably a good thing because if he ever got a real gun that would be a worse decision.
By this point he's definitely figured out that Clarke's mad at him, and you know what, he's here to be a shit about it.So, up to Clarke if she avoids getting lasered or not. It's on sight for him, huh? It's not on sight for Clarke really, because Ebalon's just here to fuck around, but he's sure acting like it is. However a scrawny-ass twink like him managed to back her into a wall is a mystery best left unsolved.]
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still, on sight. not because they've got on different color laser tag gear. but forever, continually, until they all die for real and never wake up because of what he'd tried to do to natsuno.
what he actually did to venti. lumine and john watson were a stranger and a mild annoyance, but for the purpose of the narrative, they might as well be people she considers friends. all that to say, it's nothing so mild as mad. she loathes him, and the only thing keeping that from descending to a truly spicy level of hatred is one little jelly and the fact that, for a serial killer, he's not proved to be a repeat offender. yet. yet.
(you wanna know the part that probably gets to clarke the most, though she won't admit it? that they'd met in the woods on the first day of the battle royale, he seemingly lied to her face about no intention of playing the game they'd been forced into, and she hadn't caught that deception. stay safe, she'd told him. i look forward to seeing you back on the ship.)
but anyways. grudge: held. to fry: bigger fish. attention: fully steeped in the game.
ebalon's laser gun makes a little pew pew noise as he fires, and in a split second decision — clarke slaps a hand over her vests sensor. levels her gun right back and is a pretty damn good shot, so he's lucky — unlucky? — she's aiming for his eyes and not his chest. (thanks max, thanks jinx). rounding out my nat20 chaos roll, cheating once, cheating twice, why not go for the full hattrick and just absolutely sprint to close the distance between them. aggressively bodychecking in order to get a few paces past before he can even think of return fire, but skidding to a stop now that their positions are reversed and clarke gets the full range of the hallway at her back instead of cold, immovable steel with very little cover around.
and then she's just sort of. shrugging at him. )
What about now? Want to talk?
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What would he call that little escapade on the island, one asks? The same thing he's honestly been calling it to everybody else — a tantrum thrown in the moment because his desired outcomes (Mizuki lives, or he got to kill Mizuki's killer) did not occur. But he knows people have been finished listening to him since the first time he mounted that defense. Irksome as it is, he's no longer interested in entertaining those people.
Why believe the odd man out, after all?
She bodychecks him and he stumbles a bit, though he manages to stay mostly-upright when he turns to meet her again. When she doesn't shoot, he — confused — also doesn't shoot. His brows raise for a moment before settling back in a default, neutral expression.]
As I sense that you do not, [he replies with a knowing tone,] the answer remains a no. Feel free to change my mind.
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and there really isn't a lot she has to say to ebalon. nothing of note, anyway.
i don't like you. i don't trust you.
i think you'll hurt my friends. i don't see why one of them loves you. or another one tolerates you.
if given the option to cull threats from this ship permanently, you'd be my first choice.
i hear you know magic and use sigils...
well, okay, the last one holds some water, but despite mizuki's urgings, clarke isn't willing to confront ebalon for that information directly. she's also not about to get up on a preachy soapbox on why he's a bad person in the middle of laser warfare (having already trial and success'd that mizuki was possibly close by, thanks darcy). in the wake of the island, he probably already knows. though one doesn't jump to torturing bystanders in the span of just three days, so maybe he already knew.
so you know what we settle on? rude trash talk. )
Burning alive sucks, doesn't it?
( and rude aggression — because this isn't an actual conversation starter though, just a lead in for clarke levying her laser gun and pew-pew-ing in the general direction of his chest sensor. )
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So, no, he's not going to just let her win and walk off after that, though he also pointedly avoids breaking the rules, if only because Mizuki wanted this to be fun.
Where he expects his next words to come out equally condescending as hers, what he actually spits out is something far more emotional — enough to catch him off-guard.]
Huhu, yes, and it also sucks to have the person you love ripped from your grasp.
[He's not a great man, and honestly, it was only a matter of time until he got bored and tried to TPK the other passengers or sacrificed them for his own ideals; but he's also not a dumb man by any means, and he knows he played his hand too early by losing his temper. When he says he regrets doing so, he means it, just not for the reasons one might expect of him.
He regrets showing his hand early. He regrets upsetting Mizuki. He thinks he regrets having to do all this extra work to get people to listen to him.
There's a twinge of anger in his voice, brief and flickering, but he calmly reigns it in and resumes his usual tight-lipped smile. There's a double meaning in those words by happenstance, a dig at Clarke, though it's mostly in defense of himself.
I'm quite exhausted of explaining this to you people.]
Clarke. You know very little about me, even though I have tried to explain it to you and your cohorts, who do not listen to others and tout these hypocritical viewpoints regardless. I would therefore politely advise you to watch your tongue.
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ebalon levels ideas of love and loss at her, like he expects that to hurt or hit a specific way. but it's no hypothetical, she's knelt on the bed alongside the love of her life and tried in vain to stem the bleeding. she knows how much that hurts, that it breaks a specific strand inside a person that can't ever be repaired completely. but when lexa died, it'd been permanent. and clarke hadn't done on a murderous rampage in an attempt to slake her grief (that's reserved for six years in her homeworld future, when she loses her daughter). at least her feeling of self righteousness is rooted in a discerning factor, that she only ever goes full scorched earth policy when there's still living people to save.
the true kicker: this could have been a commiseration moment under any other light. he'd burnt on the nozzle end of a flamethrower, and she'd boiled from the inside out steeped in nuclear radiation before waking up on the ship. sadly, this hallmark set up is undermined with loathing. )
And — so what, Ebalon? You think you're the only person to have ever experienced gut wrenching grief?
( cool motive, still murder.
he dodged that laser pew-pew easily enough, and clarke mostly blames the fact that the game-style weapons lack the accuracy of actual guns. she still has hers leveled and at the ready, trained on him like a sniper keeps their target in their sights, but she's still advancing. closing the space between them by about ten steps; this doesn't need to be a shouting match when it can just be hissed words that reverberate oddly in this closed corridor bookended by an immovable steel door. )
What's there left to know about you? I think you showed everyone exactly what sort of person you are when you tortured John Watson on live television.
( and as for watching her tongue? full force, no stop: make me. )
Explain it away all you want. None of that's going to change what you did, or make anyone feel better about what you might do in the future.
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[She can advance further all she wants, but if she gets within staff's reach (so perhaps five feet or so), he will take the vest off and discard it. She's free to shoot it and take him out at that point if she wants; he's essentially lost interest in the game.
The twinge of wrath only takes root from there. It sprouts and grows and twists its roots around his heart, strong enough to overwhelm all else.]
I highly doubt you're so much of a saint. Do you vilify everybody you disagree with, or just me?
[There's a tired-sounding sigh thrown in there, like he's berating a child. Elrians are honestly just like this; if you're a pacifist, that's considered weird. Harque was, ironically, a pacifist, which is precisely why he didn't get too far in life.
There are some people you're forgetting about.
It's a sentiment he keeps in the back of his mind, but secretive and conniving as he is, he doesn't voice it. He hadn't wanted to fight today; he hasn't wanted to argue with anyone at all as of late. But Clarke dug deep and the damage is done, and had he not already promised to several people (mostly Mizuki) to keep himself in line, he would've been all too happy to run her through with a spear of moonlight and walk away.]
The girl who cries out for peace, getting into petty little fights at every turn... huhu, it must give you all the satisfaction you seem to be missing in your life.
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some people were just easy to write off as irredeemable. unforgivable. inexcusable, save for the complex string of interpersonal relationships looped around some mutual person both parties care about. they're all in the same proverbial sinking ship here, and it's still so, so easy to make enemies.
but at his return volley of trash talk, clarke struggles to hold back a bark of a laugh. has she any trace of sainthood attached to her name? nope, just death and destruction in the wake of some intangible but solid connection to the people she chooses to care about. vilify, as if she isn't her own worse critic. )
No. But at least I don't pretend to be one after I've caught.
( dug deep? she's barely wet her fingernails with blood.
this isn't even remotely about laser tag anymore. clarke only grips the handle of the fake plastic gun like she does out of reflex, for want of something heavier and deadly. if she had such a weapon in the palm of her hand though, a lot more complex thoughts would come into play — death wasn't permanent, what good would it do? how would this further alienate mizuki? would this make natsuno feel better? would it make venti feel better? would it make clarke feel any better after having watched the unfolding's on the island? — but at least in the moment the world seems to narrow. it's just them, in a hallway, trading barbs. there's no blood yet.
her advance continues, closing the space until they can basically just hiss at each other through clenched teeth. and while she pays a conscious mind to keeping out of arms reach, that calculation doesn't include the reach of any sort of staff.
imploring wails for peace don't equate a complete pacifist. )
Does this feel petty for you? ( it's personal for clarke, however you slice it. satisfaction isn't even a factor, she'll likely never be content in life. she looks at the two of them as if he's an acid and she a base that could possibly neutralize before he burnt someone else. )
I've never known a peace that wasn't achieved by stamping out threats in the process.
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[A child who doesn't understand the ways of the world, a child who isn't old enough to get it, a child who is so tunnel vision with her ideals that she fails to see that others think differently.
She would do well in the El Search Party, he thinks. A bunch of children running around swinging their ideals and words around with nary a care in the world, slaughtering whoever stands in their way and then turning around to make villains of Henir's Order in kind. Holier-than-thou. The sort of people Ebalon cannot stand.]
It is rather funny that you say that, as I share the sentiment. Is that your intention, Clarke? Stamp me out? [By this point, he's already discarded the vest. Something in his instincts tells him this may come to blows; he's dealt with enough irksome folk such as Rosso to expect it. When someone gets near your space on Elrios, that's simply a thing that happens.] Would you like to try it? I'll even do you a favour and hold still.
[No matter how close she gets, he won't strike first. He made a vow he intends to keep. Keep his temper from getting the better of him, keep himself from continuing to play a bad hand.]
Or, do you not trust me to even do that much for you?
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i am... so sorry
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