[Sighs, crossing his arms and focusing his attention on the floor. This might sound... silly. Or overprotective. Or stupid. But... he's not supposed to lie to her! Especially now.]
Well-- I just. I saw that guy, online. The one you were messing with.
[This is worse somehow than him just being a regular troll.]
I mean obviously he knows you. But, like. What the hell? What makes him think he can just say that kinda shit to you? Who the fuck does he think he is?
[She knows he doesn't mean it literally, but at the same time...]
His name is Aunamee... and he's one of the Fog's priests. I guess he's always been the villain type, even in the place he came from. He's not just big on hurting humans, though— he'll even hurt monsters if it means more people will be scared of him.
He's hurt a bunch of my friends before, so I guess you could say we have a history. And come to think of it, I'm pretty sure he showed up on the peninsula at the same time as me.
"Aunamee"... [He repeats, committing that name to memory.]
It's like the most pretentious way those weeaboo-types pronounce "anime". [He wiggles his fingers and crosses his eyes, repeating the name again in a nasally tone.] "It's aaahhneemay. Aaah-nee-may!"
[Dropping his hands, along with that obnoxious affectation.]
What a tool.
So, What is he? What does he look like? [Hanna, why do you need that information?]
[The way she says baby is that weird mix of affectionate-and-also-still-someone-else's-catchphrase-she-stole, but at least she isnt being condescending.]
But it might not work out the way you want it to, you know.
[He... does like being called "baby" even if the origins of that particular inflection are a mystery to him. Still, all this does is make him huff and bluster, a decidedly horsey response to his irritation.]
Yeah well, the difference between here and home is that here I can take my chances; I'll get to come back for round two. Or three. Whatever it takes. Four, five, twelve. I don't care! He doesn't get to talk to you like that.
[She cocks a brow with a knowing smile, head tilted to the side, and sighs.]
You're adorable when you're mad, you know?
But that's not what I mean. You could probably show him a thing or two, especially if you had help.
But... Do you really think a guy like that will stop doing what he does just cos somebody cleans his clock once or twice?
[This would be funnier if Hanna knew that Aunamee makes clocks. Or that her sister was killed with a clock, and in one world it was Aunamee who did it. Or if clocks were actually funny.]
[Despite his urge to fall into the sweet little trap she's set by calling him cute again, his ears flick, then swivel, flattening against his head as his pout intensifies. No, he's not cute! He's angy!]
So, what? We're just supposed to let him keep going around and-- and, like-- Bad-guy-ing or whatever?? That doesn't sit right with me! You know the phrase "beating some sense into" someone? It exists for a reason! And I'll beat him as many times as I've gotta for him to crawl back into his shitty little hole and leave everyone alone!
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sharpiewielder) wrote2022-12-28 03:44 am
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What's the ish?
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Well-- I just. I saw that guy, online. The one you were messing with.
[One huffy hoof scrapes the ground huffily.]
He just. Really pissed me off.
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Yeah... He's kind of the worst. He's not really a newbie, you know.
He's a big jerk, so it makes sense that he got you all bothered.
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[This is worse somehow than him just being a regular troll.]
I mean obviously he knows you. But, like. What the hell? What makes him think he can just say that kinda shit to you? Who the fuck does he think he is?
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[She knows he doesn't mean it literally, but at the same time...]
His name is Aunamee... and he's one of the Fog's priests. I guess he's always been the villain type, even in the place he came from. He's not just big on hurting humans, though— he'll even hurt monsters if it means more people will be scared of him.
He's hurt a bunch of my friends before, so I guess you could say we have a history. And come to think of it, I'm pretty sure he showed up on the peninsula at the same time as me.
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It's like the most pretentious way those weeaboo-types pronounce "anime". [He wiggles his fingers and crosses his eyes, repeating the name again in a nasally tone.] "It's aaahhneemay. Aaah-nee-may!"
[Dropping his hands, along with that obnoxious affectation.]
What a tool.
So, What is he? What does he look like? [Hanna, why do you need that information?]
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Whyyy do you need to know?
[She rocks side to side, fingers laced behind her back and elbows locked straight.]
You're not trying to score a hot date with Ryslig's number one bad guy, are you?
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Oh yeah, I'd really like to get to know him better. I wanna get him real good and acquainted with the bottom of my hoof.
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[The way she says baby is that weird mix of affectionate-and-also-still-someone-else's-catchphrase-she-stole, but at least she isnt being condescending.]
But it might not work out the way you want it to, you know.
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Yeah well, the difference between here and home is that here I can take my chances; I'll get to come back for round two. Or three. Whatever it takes. Four, five, twelve. I don't care! He doesn't get to talk to you like that.
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You're adorable when you're mad, you know?
But that's not what I mean. You could probably show him a thing or two, especially if you had help.
But... Do you really think a guy like that will stop doing what he does just cos somebody cleans his clock once or twice?
[This would be funnier if Hanna knew that Aunamee makes clocks. Or that her sister was killed with a clock, and in one world it was Aunamee who did it. Or if clocks were actually funny.]
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So, what? We're just supposed to let him keep going around and-- and, like-- Bad-guy-ing or whatever?? That doesn't sit right with me! You know the phrase "beating some sense into" someone? It exists for a reason! And I'll beat him as many times as I've gotta for him to crawl back into his shitty little hole and leave everyone alone!
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[She puts her hands on her hips.]
We don't have to let him do anything. We just have to be smarter than him!
[She prods him in the chest with her forefinger, gently, punctuating;]
Which means we don't give him reasons to feed off our anger and fear. And you look about as fired up as you sound right now, you know!