((Sofia Chiles continued from Ill-Met By Moonlight))
More deaths. Sofia's mood was sour indeed.
She didn't feel bad for abandoning Barry. She didn't feel bad for leaving the pitchfork lying around. She didn't feel bad about failing to enact her initial impulse to rob those present when she'd had the chance. She'd acted with great generosity and restraint and mercy and discretion. Just, it turned out, for reasons she could've never predicted and still didn't really understand, her judicious inaction had allowed a chain of circumstances to come into being that led to two killings, and while it was in no way her fault, it still created this situation where it felt like she'd made a mistake even though her reasons had been clear and right.
Galahad was still alive, somehow. She was somewhat surprised by that.
At least Sebbo hadn't stabbed her, or anybody else, in the back. They'd talked a little more, traded names more properly. She didn't remember him too well from school—she knew him by sight, obviously, but he wasn't a friend or anything. He seemed alright enough. Sofia hadn't been talking too much in the past half hour, though, as they roamed through these decently-nice houses, finding precious little. She'd pulled the makeshift mask over her face again, and the wind ruffled the ragged curtains she had draped over her like a cloak, but it was kind of hard to feel like she was wearing a cloak just now. She felt like a kid wrapped in curtains, and that just edged her irritation ever higher.
She wanted to find someone to rob. No, more than that, she wanted to find someone who would resist being robbed, so she could give them a good walloping and then nick their shit and finally have a real unqualified victory under her belt. She wasn't entirely sure how onboard for that plan of action Sebbo was, but he'd cast his lot with her and he'd charged her first thing last night so he obviously was no stranger to tussles.
The building in front of them was just some other middle class house, with a little garden that had once been nice and some sort of shed out back that probably wasn't worth the time to root through. Sofia banged the door three times with her foot.
"Anybody home?" she called, with a quick glance behind her to make sure Sebbo was still in tow.
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Nothing happened. Sebbo recalled. He woke up, decided to take initiative, fought against Molly and Kian, did nothing for hours, got shot by a sniper, did nothing for hours, did nothing for hours, met Sofia, talked with her, walked with her and did nothing for hours. Nothing happened. Sebbo did not even see a corpse. He did nothing in the last day.
In a way it was just like in Bellington. Nothing ever happened in Bellington. It was a bland, boring town with boring normal people. No one actually wanted to live there, with or without the occasional attacks by the Yanks. Sebbo and his boys made Bellington exciting, with the drugs, the parties, the drama. Everyone, including them, wanted to get out of there, getting to somewhere exciting instead, like to London or to Manchester. In Sebbo's case, he had to do something special. He was no boring person, he would not become a boring teacher or a boring accountant. He was better than that. He would be a star. He practised his rap technique, he exercised his body. He had chances to get out of Bellington and make it. A dream everyone dreamt about - becoming more than you are.
Then, it actually happened.
It was a life-changing experience, an adventure everyone dreamt of. A situation only thought of being possible in books or on the big screen. You are now trapped inside a death game. Every second of it is much more memorable and intense than every other second in your life. The Program happened to Sebbo.
But there was nothing. Sebbo felt nothing special. After the first twenty-four hours he realised that it was not exciting. It never was. It was a day like all the others he had lived. It was boring. It was uneventful. It was not like he had imagined upon waking up. He fantasized about fights, about shootouts, about fist-fights, about breaking necks. A journey to experience during this abduction. But all that had happened so far was a dickhead, who had his tongue way deep in his mouth, read names of classmates Sebbo vaguely recognised and stating which other classmates he vaguely recognised killed them. There was nothing special about this situation. They still were themselves. This was not a fun movie setting, everyone ever existing had their "what-if-I-was-in-this-situation" fantasies in. The reality was that Sebbo and Sofia were stuck, waiting to get executed. It was not for entertaining the Yankees, it was to torture them.
That thought was a downer, so Sebbo put it away as he followed Sofia. He was not involved in any of the deaths listed and others were much more proactive than him? So what? Should he whine to himself that he did not get shit done or get shit done?
So Sebbo in tow behind Sofia, waited for something to happen. Hopefully, something exciting, like a reply, a gunshot. Anything, really.
In a way it was just like in Bellington. Nothing ever happened in Bellington. It was a bland, boring town with boring normal people. No one actually wanted to live there, with or without the occasional attacks by the Yanks. Sebbo and his boys made Bellington exciting, with the drugs, the parties, the drama. Everyone, including them, wanted to get out of there, getting to somewhere exciting instead, like to London or to Manchester. In Sebbo's case, he had to do something special. He was no boring person, he would not become a boring teacher or a boring accountant. He was better than that. He would be a star. He practised his rap technique, he exercised his body. He had chances to get out of Bellington and make it. A dream everyone dreamt about - becoming more than you are.
Then, it actually happened.
It was a life-changing experience, an adventure everyone dreamt of. A situation only thought of being possible in books or on the big screen. You are now trapped inside a death game. Every second of it is much more memorable and intense than every other second in your life. The Program happened to Sebbo.
But there was nothing. Sebbo felt nothing special. After the first twenty-four hours he realised that it was not exciting. It never was. It was a day like all the others he had lived. It was boring. It was uneventful. It was not like he had imagined upon waking up. He fantasized about fights, about shootouts, about fist-fights, about breaking necks. A journey to experience during this abduction. But all that had happened so far was a dickhead, who had his tongue way deep in his mouth, read names of classmates Sebbo vaguely recognised and stating which other classmates he vaguely recognised killed them. There was nothing special about this situation. They still were themselves. This was not a fun movie setting, everyone ever existing had their "what-if-I-was-in-this-situation" fantasies in. The reality was that Sebbo and Sofia were stuck, waiting to get executed. It was not for entertaining the Yankees, it was to torture them.
That thought was a downer, so Sebbo put it away as he followed Sofia. He was not involved in any of the deaths listed and others were much more proactive than him? So what? Should he whine to himself that he did not get shit done or get shit done?
So Sebbo in tow behind Sofia, waited for something to happen. Hopefully, something exciting, like a reply, a gunshot. Anything, really.
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No response.
That meant nothing. Had someone called out, or shot at them, or something of that sort, it would've confirmed the presence of an occupant (and possibly killed them both on the spot), but silence could mean an empty house, an ambush, someone hiding scared, someone asleep, someone just not paying enough attention, a body, anything. That was fine, though; Sofia could do with a bit of something but even if there wasn't a thing to find she could smash the place up a bit making sure of that fact, which would be cathartic.
Sebbo was still close behind her. His presence gave Sofia a little boost of confidence, especially because, now that she thought about it, there hadn't been that terribly many of them taken. She was no mathematician, but at a guess she'd say somewhere between twenty-five and forty of them had been nabbed. Subtract... about a dozen? That meant that she and Sebbo potentially accounted for something like a tenth of the remaining manpower on the island. Given they were both ready and willing to throw down, that was nothing to scoff at.
Since there was still no reply, Sofia leaned back, raised her right leg, and kicked at the door, much harder than with her exploratory knocking. It didn't crack under her heel, didn't fly off its hinges. The bolt didn't pop. There wasn't even a nice big chunk gouged out of the wood, just a big loud banging sound echoing along the street, and a portal that stubbornly remained closed, and Sofia rebounding off it, hopping around and flailing her arms for a second to restore balance. She hadn't hurt her foot, at least. She had more sense than that.
Frowning, Sofia stalked back up to her previous position, reached out, grasped the knob, and turned it. The door swung smoothly open. She did not turn back around, didn't want Sebbo to see how her face soured further. It didn't matter that her mouth was covered by the scraps of cloth; she was sure her irritation and embarrassment was written in her eyes.
"Keep sharp," she said, stepping through. "No telling if someone's hiding."
That meant nothing. Had someone called out, or shot at them, or something of that sort, it would've confirmed the presence of an occupant (and possibly killed them both on the spot), but silence could mean an empty house, an ambush, someone hiding scared, someone asleep, someone just not paying enough attention, a body, anything. That was fine, though; Sofia could do with a bit of something but even if there wasn't a thing to find she could smash the place up a bit making sure of that fact, which would be cathartic.
Sebbo was still close behind her. His presence gave Sofia a little boost of confidence, especially because, now that she thought about it, there hadn't been that terribly many of them taken. She was no mathematician, but at a guess she'd say somewhere between twenty-five and forty of them had been nabbed. Subtract... about a dozen? That meant that she and Sebbo potentially accounted for something like a tenth of the remaining manpower on the island. Given they were both ready and willing to throw down, that was nothing to scoff at.
Since there was still no reply, Sofia leaned back, raised her right leg, and kicked at the door, much harder than with her exploratory knocking. It didn't crack under her heel, didn't fly off its hinges. The bolt didn't pop. There wasn't even a nice big chunk gouged out of the wood, just a big loud banging sound echoing along the street, and a portal that stubbornly remained closed, and Sofia rebounding off it, hopping around and flailing her arms for a second to restore balance. She hadn't hurt her foot, at least. She had more sense than that.
Frowning, Sofia stalked back up to her previous position, reached out, grasped the knob, and turned it. The door swung smoothly open. She did not turn back around, didn't want Sebbo to see how her face soured further. It didn't matter that her mouth was covered by the scraps of cloth; she was sure her irritation and embarrassment was written in her eyes.
"Keep sharp," she said, stepping through. "No telling if someone's hiding."
"Could've knocked out a window, y'know. Would've been easier than the door."
((Ashley Pontecorvo continued from True Dark Is Coming From the Inside))
So Ashley had gotten fucking lost. The minute she had stepped outside the cannery, the numb sluggishness that had consumed her inside was gone, and all she'd wanted to do was run. So she had. And when she stopped, she realized that she had no idea where she was, lost among rows of houses that she didn't recognize. The map wasn't much help, since she had no fucking clue where she was in relation to the church.
She kept waiting to hear gunshots close by, footsteps running up behind her, stupid fucking whats-her-face coming to correct the mistake she'd made in leaving Ashley alive. It had been a mistake, because if Ashley saw that bitch, she wasn't going to run again.
Faint voices had attracted her attention though, and she'd wandered over to spectate. Even with the dark feelings twisting in her gut - guilt, fear, anger - habit settled an amused half-smile on her face as she watched Sofia struggle with the door only for it to end up unlocked.
Sofia was weird, and Sebbo was also weird, and they were both unknowns. No names on the announcements for them. Ashley wasn't exactly in the mood to chat, but she was in the mood to get directions if they had any. And... who knew what else. People kept surprising her, and usually not in good ways.
((Ashley Pontecorvo continued from True Dark Is Coming From the Inside))
So Ashley had gotten fucking lost. The minute she had stepped outside the cannery, the numb sluggishness that had consumed her inside was gone, and all she'd wanted to do was run. So she had. And when she stopped, she realized that she had no idea where she was, lost among rows of houses that she didn't recognize. The map wasn't much help, since she had no fucking clue where she was in relation to the church.
She kept waiting to hear gunshots close by, footsteps running up behind her, stupid fucking whats-her-face coming to correct the mistake she'd made in leaving Ashley alive. It had been a mistake, because if Ashley saw that bitch, she wasn't going to run again.
Faint voices had attracted her attention though, and she'd wandered over to spectate. Even with the dark feelings twisting in her gut - guilt, fear, anger - habit settled an amused half-smile on her face as she watched Sofia struggle with the door only for it to end up unlocked.
Sofia was weird, and Sebbo was also weird, and they were both unknowns. No names on the announcements for them. Ashley wasn't exactly in the mood to chat, but she was in the mood to get directions if they had any. And... who knew what else. People kept surprising her, and usually not in good ways.
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No response. That meant the house was empty. Sofia tried to open the door but failed miserably when it apparently was open the whole time. Unfortunately for Sofia, this embarrassing act had been viewed and commented on by Ashley, whose presence surprised Sebbo. It was a surprise to discover a new person on an arena that seemingly was emtpy like a haunted village. That's the vibe Sebbo got from this.
"Really? I don't think that would've been easier."
Sebbo walked to the next window from the door and swung his rapier several times against it before it finally shattered. It felt good. There were no consequences about destroying someone else's property and that felt pretty good, being freed from all the norms. Destruction was fun. It made him feel better and less nervous about this whole situation. He looked back at the girls.
"The door's easier to open."
"Really? I don't think that would've been easier."
Sebbo walked to the next window from the door and swung his rapier several times against it before it finally shattered. It felt good. There were no consequences about destroying someone else's property and that felt pretty good, being freed from all the norms. Destruction was fun. It made him feel better and less nervous about this whole situation. He looked back at the girls.
"The door's easier to open."
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Someone was hiding.
Not in the building, granted. Sofia had been so intent on her battle with the door, and on scouring the area around them for worthwhile looting/scavenging/mugging opportunities, that she had left certain stones unturned. In this case, Ashley crawled out from under one.
Ashley was somebody Sofia wouldn't say she exactly liked, but at the same time was someone she felt she understood and respected, and certainly there was no particular dislike or malice present. The girl also got into tussles, and from what Sofia had seen seemed to derive a very familiar catharsis from them. That probably didn't make her the greatest person in the world to encounter right now from a tactical perspective, but when it came to how Sofia was feeling, to the boredom of inaction and the frustration of looking like a fool with the door? She couldn't conceive of anyone better to turn up.
Sebbo had Sofia's back. She really appreciated that, the way he was willing to go to bat for her and make her look, if not that much better, at least like she was in good company. The crunch and tinkle of shattered glass split the air but it didn't cut the tension, rather thickened it. Sofia smiled, wide. She realized that she wasn't doing it for anyone's benefit, her mouth hidden as it was behind her improvised bandanna, but she didn't much show her teeth for others anyways, at least not for long.
"I usually prefer the hard way," she said, letting her pack fall off her shoulder with a plop. Not a very smooth follow-up to Sebbo's defense, but so be it.
Besides, it was actually more or less true. It also informed what was going to come next. The general plan, from Sofia's perspective, was that they were going to fight Ashley and then rob her. Or maybe the robbery would come first and provoke the fight. It kind of depended on how Sebbo and Ashley wanted to play this.
The flare gun was in Sofia's blazer pocket, all ready to be brandished, but it looked even less convincing in the light of day, so she let it be. She gave a nod to Sebbo, hoping he'd follow, and took a step towards Ashley, smiling in what she hoped was a neutral or reassuring way rather than a sinister one. Wait, still didn't matter, bandanna. Whatever.
"How've you been? Finding anything interesting to share?"
Not in the building, granted. Sofia had been so intent on her battle with the door, and on scouring the area around them for worthwhile looting/scavenging/mugging opportunities, that she had left certain stones unturned. In this case, Ashley crawled out from under one.
Ashley was somebody Sofia wouldn't say she exactly liked, but at the same time was someone she felt she understood and respected, and certainly there was no particular dislike or malice present. The girl also got into tussles, and from what Sofia had seen seemed to derive a very familiar catharsis from them. That probably didn't make her the greatest person in the world to encounter right now from a tactical perspective, but when it came to how Sofia was feeling, to the boredom of inaction and the frustration of looking like a fool with the door? She couldn't conceive of anyone better to turn up.
Sebbo had Sofia's back. She really appreciated that, the way he was willing to go to bat for her and make her look, if not that much better, at least like she was in good company. The crunch and tinkle of shattered glass split the air but it didn't cut the tension, rather thickened it. Sofia smiled, wide. She realized that she wasn't doing it for anyone's benefit, her mouth hidden as it was behind her improvised bandanna, but she didn't much show her teeth for others anyways, at least not for long.
"I usually prefer the hard way," she said, letting her pack fall off her shoulder with a plop. Not a very smooth follow-up to Sebbo's defense, but so be it.
Besides, it was actually more or less true. It also informed what was going to come next. The general plan, from Sofia's perspective, was that they were going to fight Ashley and then rob her. Or maybe the robbery would come first and provoke the fight. It kind of depended on how Sebbo and Ashley wanted to play this.
The flare gun was in Sofia's blazer pocket, all ready to be brandished, but it looked even less convincing in the light of day, so she let it be. She gave a nod to Sebbo, hoping he'd follow, and took a step towards Ashley, smiling in what she hoped was a neutral or reassuring way rather than a sinister one. Wait, still didn't matter, bandanna. Whatever.
"How've you been? Finding anything interesting to share?"
Sofia was really leaning into the whole outlaw thing, from the looks of that bandanna. Ashley probably would have found it fun if they were... not here. Ashley's eyes traveled between Sofia and Sebbo, mouth unable to find any expression but a frown as she pondered what to make of both of them.
"Yian's dead," she said shortly in response to Sofia's question. That seemed a little more important than arguing about breaking windows and kicking doors in. "Sam too. Fucking... Whatsherface from the track team shot them." Not helpful, but like, maybe loners who didn't seem to like anybody recognized their kind? Sofia might know who Ashley was talking about as the name continued to escape her.
Ashley glanced down and realized that there was no blood on her clothes. Felt like there should have been. There was just a lingering dampness from kneeling in the water on the cannery floor, no longer even chill in the warm air outside.
"...I'm trying to get back to the church and this map is worth fuck-all. Don't suppose you know where it is from here."
She didn't like how Sofia was coming towards her, but then, she didn't think she'd like how anyone but probably Kian and Michelle would come towards her right now. Ashley slid the scythe from its usual position across her shoulders and set the end of it securely on the ground, more like a walking stick. Hopefully that just looked like she was adjusting herself and not an aggressive move. Tension was bubbling in her veins, but she was on the defensive, not the offensive, right now.
"Yian's dead," she said shortly in response to Sofia's question. That seemed a little more important than arguing about breaking windows and kicking doors in. "Sam too. Fucking... Whatsherface from the track team shot them." Not helpful, but like, maybe loners who didn't seem to like anybody recognized their kind? Sofia might know who Ashley was talking about as the name continued to escape her.
Ashley glanced down and realized that there was no blood on her clothes. Felt like there should have been. There was just a lingering dampness from kneeling in the water on the cannery floor, no longer even chill in the warm air outside.
"...I'm trying to get back to the church and this map is worth fuck-all. Don't suppose you know where it is from here."
She didn't like how Sofia was coming towards her, but then, she didn't think she'd like how anyone but probably Kian and Michelle would come towards her right now. Ashley slid the scythe from its usual position across her shoulders and set the end of it securely on the ground, more like a walking stick. Hopefully that just looked like she was adjusting herself and not an aggressive move. Tension was bubbling in her veins, but she was on the defensive, not the offensive, right now.
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The girls were casually talking about the people who were dead as it was nothing. Sebbo stayed silent.
Sebbo could've sworn he'd seen the Church on the map. It might be in the direction of the street to the right? He might be wrong. So he remained silent.
He had seen Sofia's nod, so he readied his mind for a counter-attack. The scythe was not something he wanted inside of him.
Sebbo could've sworn he'd seen the Church on the map. It might be in the direction of the street to the right? He might be wrong. So he remained silent.
He had seen Sofia's nod, so he readied his mind for a counter-attack. The scythe was not something he wanted inside of him.
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Sofia paused, at the mention of the deaths. She tried to conjure faces to match the names Yian and Sam. Yian, she thought she could get something. Chubby kid. Welsh. She had not realized he was among those taken, but she didn't know him. Sam, that one she was drawing a blank on. None of it felt real in any event. They were all standing here talking, and it might as well have been about football scores or the weather. Even what had happened yesterday after Sofia left the graveyard was hard to really conceptualize. She believed it, of course. It just felt made up.
"Maybe we can lend a hand," Sofia said, nodding at Ashley as the girl asked for directions. "Of course, depends what you have to offer."
Because this was the third try, and she felt bad for the girl, sort of, in that same distant unreal way as she felt concern regarding the deaths, but if she let this conversation keep going as it was going it was bound to be Galahad all over again. Sofia didn't need a sad, pensive Ashley. She wanted Ashley spitting fire and fury, all ready to come to blows until she'd worked out this nervous energy. Once she got that, then maybe she could let the pity crowd back in and give the girl a hand. Not until.
That scythe had somehow not even registered in Sofia's mind until it was brought into the foreground, and it complicated the situation somewhat. Ashley was unpredictable. Still, Sofia couldn't really imagine her bringing it to bear with lethal intent. It went against the loose scrapper's code she let herself believe they shared. Cheating was one thing, but serious harm? Entirely another.
But just to be sure, Sofia dug her flare gun out of her pocket and brandished it at Ashley, jerking her head towards the girl at the same time in the hopes Sebbo would get that it was his moment to shine and retrieve the goods.
"I think you better toss your bag down so we can take a look."
"Maybe we can lend a hand," Sofia said, nodding at Ashley as the girl asked for directions. "Of course, depends what you have to offer."
Because this was the third try, and she felt bad for the girl, sort of, in that same distant unreal way as she felt concern regarding the deaths, but if she let this conversation keep going as it was going it was bound to be Galahad all over again. Sofia didn't need a sad, pensive Ashley. She wanted Ashley spitting fire and fury, all ready to come to blows until she'd worked out this nervous energy. Once she got that, then maybe she could let the pity crowd back in and give the girl a hand. Not until.
That scythe had somehow not even registered in Sofia's mind until it was brought into the foreground, and it complicated the situation somewhat. Ashley was unpredictable. Still, Sofia couldn't really imagine her bringing it to bear with lethal intent. It went against the loose scrapper's code she let herself believe they shared. Cheating was one thing, but serious harm? Entirely another.
But just to be sure, Sofia dug her flare gun out of her pocket and brandished it at Ashley, jerking her head towards the girl at the same time in the hopes Sebbo would get that it was his moment to shine and retrieve the goods.
"I think you better toss your bag down so we can take a look."
Ashley didn't really know why she was surprised to find herself suddenly threatened, such as it was. That gun looked... fake. Like a toy. She didn't think Sofia was stupid enough to openly wave around an obvious toy, so it probably wasn't, but it still looked silly. Maybe it was the silliness of it that gave her the confidence to respond.
"Fuck off with that shit, Sofie." As far as she knew, "Sofie" wasn't something that anyone had ever called Sofia, nor did Ashley think she'd particularly like to be called that. That was why she said it.
Her eyes followed the toy-looking gun, and she was still half a step off-balance and displeased, but she was steady enough to speak. "If you needed shit, I'd have shared, but y'know, I don't think you do." She adjusted her grip on the scythe, was annoyed to find her palm sweating. The warm air, or nerves? She wasn't sure.
"If that's how we're going to play, I can find my own way back."
She was ready to do... something. Fight or flight. Her instinct was to fight, even with the scene she'd just run from fresh in her mind, even though it was two on one. In spite of everything, Ashley was still Ashley.
"Fuck off with that shit, Sofie." As far as she knew, "Sofie" wasn't something that anyone had ever called Sofia, nor did Ashley think she'd particularly like to be called that. That was why she said it.
Her eyes followed the toy-looking gun, and she was still half a step off-balance and displeased, but she was steady enough to speak. "If you needed shit, I'd have shared, but y'know, I don't think you do." She adjusted her grip on the scythe, was annoyed to find her palm sweating. The warm air, or nerves? She wasn't sure.
"If that's how we're going to play, I can find my own way back."
She was ready to do... something. Fight or flight. Her instinct was to fight, even with the scene she'd just run from fresh in her mind, even though it was two on one. In spite of everything, Ashley was still Ashley.
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Sebbo was ready to attack, ready to swing his fists. But you know, scythes were dangerous.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, we're not going to fight with the scythe, are we? Someone could get injured."
Sebbo spoke out.
"Let's solve this in a fight - without weapons. But one on one. That's fair."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, we're not going to fight with the scythe, are we? Someone could get injured."
Sebbo spoke out.
"Let's solve this in a fight - without weapons. But one on one. That's fair."
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Everything was just about ready to get rolling, and then it was coming to a screeching stop.
Ashley had been waffling, but also baiting. She had to have known that her words were provocative, and surely she was aware that Sofia had little patience for such things. So that counted as knowing what she was doing, just like Sofia knew what she was doing when she shook her arms and hands, loosening up. They were about the same height, probably pretty similar in build. Was Ashley prone to getting dirty? Sofia didn't know or couldn't recall. Best to assume the answer a resounding yes.
But then Sebbo called out, vocalizing the assumed rules and in so doing twisting and changing them.
No scythes was, really, pretty obvious. Sofia had been worrying about it, but Ashley wouldn't actually try to kill either of them, would she? No, she wouldn't.
She wouldn't, right?
Okay, Sofia wasn't going to glare at Sebbo over that one, just in case. Because sometimes words were okay, sometimes speaking the unspoken code had a place, just to prevent misunderstandings. But the other bit, the one on one? That was throwing their advantage away, and Sofia wasn't totally chill with how easily she'd just been volunteered.
"No weapons is fine," she said, shoving her flare gun right back into her pocket to demonstrate that, hey, she was giving up something too, even though she really wasn't. She raised an eyebrow at Sebbo, though. "But what if I wanted your help?"
Ashley had been waffling, but also baiting. She had to have known that her words were provocative, and surely she was aware that Sofia had little patience for such things. So that counted as knowing what she was doing, just like Sofia knew what she was doing when she shook her arms and hands, loosening up. They were about the same height, probably pretty similar in build. Was Ashley prone to getting dirty? Sofia didn't know or couldn't recall. Best to assume the answer a resounding yes.
But then Sebbo called out, vocalizing the assumed rules and in so doing twisting and changing them.
No scythes was, really, pretty obvious. Sofia had been worrying about it, but Ashley wouldn't actually try to kill either of them, would she? No, she wouldn't.
She wouldn't, right?
Okay, Sofia wasn't going to glare at Sebbo over that one, just in case. Because sometimes words were okay, sometimes speaking the unspoken code had a place, just to prevent misunderstandings. But the other bit, the one on one? That was throwing their advantage away, and Sofia wasn't totally chill with how easily she'd just been volunteered.
"No weapons is fine," she said, shoving her flare gun right back into her pocket to demonstrate that, hey, she was giving up something too, even though she really wasn't. She raised an eyebrow at Sebbo, though. "But what if I wanted your help?"
"No weapons is fine," Ashley echoed. That was how she did things anyway, that was what she preferred. That was normal. She almost smiled.
This was fucking stupid, the three of them standing around agreeing to fight and sorting out how to do it.
She was just itching to get into it.
Ashley opened her hand and let the scythe fall to the ground, rattling as it bounced off the street, and then she dropped her bag next to it. "What, you think I can't take both of you?" Realistically, she probably couldn't, but Sebbo clearly didn't want this to be a two-on-one thing, so teasing wasn't going to hurt.
"Better figure it out, though. I don't like waiting."
This was fucking stupid, the three of them standing around agreeing to fight and sorting out how to do it.
She was just itching to get into it.
Ashley opened her hand and let the scythe fall to the ground, rattling as it bounced off the street, and then she dropped her bag next to it. "What, you think I can't take both of you?" Realistically, she probably couldn't, but Sebbo clearly didn't want this to be a two-on-one thing, so teasing wasn't going to hurt.
"Better figure it out, though. I don't like waiting."
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"Are you seri—?"
Sofia cut herself off, choking back further protest because she didn't care what people thought of her the vast majority of the time, but even she knew better than to seem as incredibly eager to fight as she actually was. This sucked, though. She'd gotten tangled up in her own posturing and trash talk and had managed to uninvite herself from her own party. And with a disparaging remark from Sebbo, at that.
Well, so be it. Fine. She was fine. This was fine. Sebbo could be the muscle, and much as Sofia chafed under the insinuation he was in any way more competent than her, she was willing to grant that he knew his way around a tussle. He probably wouldn't actually lose, and if he did she would get to gloat about it and he'd never live it down. Win-win. Except for the part where Sofia would be all amped up just to stand around the sidelines.
"Whatever," she said, "sounds good."
The disappointment and irritation wasn't very hard to detect. Sofia wasn't going to kid herself that she was a great actress or anything, but she'd let the others have the fun. She'd keep watch or something, just in case somebody else stumbled upon them and got the wrong impression or whatever.
She shoved her hands in her blazer pockets and walked over to a fence that surrounded a nearby yard. There, she leaned on it as aggressively as she could, glaring at the other two.
Sofia cut herself off, choking back further protest because she didn't care what people thought of her the vast majority of the time, but even she knew better than to seem as incredibly eager to fight as she actually was. This sucked, though. She'd gotten tangled up in her own posturing and trash talk and had managed to uninvite herself from her own party. And with a disparaging remark from Sebbo, at that.
Well, so be it. Fine. She was fine. This was fine. Sebbo could be the muscle, and much as Sofia chafed under the insinuation he was in any way more competent than her, she was willing to grant that he knew his way around a tussle. He probably wouldn't actually lose, and if he did she would get to gloat about it and he'd never live it down. Win-win. Except for the part where Sofia would be all amped up just to stand around the sidelines.
"Whatever," she said, "sounds good."
The disappointment and irritation wasn't very hard to detect. Sofia wasn't going to kid herself that she was a great actress or anything, but she'd let the others have the fun. She'd keep watch or something, just in case somebody else stumbled upon them and got the wrong impression or whatever.
She shoved her hands in her blazer pockets and walked over to a fence that surrounded a nearby yard. There, she leaned on it as aggressively as she could, glaring at the other two.