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Dante
Dante nodded slowly. He paused a moment, then shifted around on the couch, looking for something. He selected a cushion, inspected it, and then threw it, hard, at Rory’s face.
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Rory
he was on his feet before the cushion had left Dante’s hand and he snatched it out of the air, flinging it to the side and bringing his hands up, ready to attack.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Dante
Still lying on the couch, Dante blinked up at him in surprise. “Huh. Nice,” he said. On the counter next to him, there was a mug full of yellow pencils. He reached for it, stretching, but felt a sudden rip in his side. He flinched and grunted in pain, but then ignored it and grabbed the mug. He fished out one of the pencils, and then tossed it at Rory.
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Rory
He caught the pencil, twisted it in his hand so he held it like a knife, and stepped forward, pushing Dante flat, the pencil poised over him. “Don’t do that again.”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Dante
Dante grinned at him. “So you’re not always a coward. You’re great at standing up for yourself when your opponent is wounded, doesn’t have combat training, and is much smaller than yourself.” He carefully set down the mug on the floor and held up his hands in surrender. “I’ll stop throwing things.”
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Rory
He rocked back, straightening to his full height. “I am not a coward. I have been fighting and killing grown men since I was thirteen. The Agents cannot be defeated. I know it because I have seen others try.”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Dante“I don’t want you to defeat them. I want you to realize you have free will. Why did you kill those men? Because someone else told you to, I bet. That’s not brave. That’s following orders. So the Agents are going to find you and kill you. The day you die is inevitable. Fine. So you’re free. You can’t change that fact, so do whatever the heck you want to in the meantime. We all have that day looming over our heads. None of us know when it’s going to be. But you can run away. Try to push it off or bring it closer. Whatever. It’s your life. Just…” He covered his face with his hands, feeling exhausted. “Do whatever you want, man. Stop worrying about it. You wanna go to space? I’ll take you to space.”
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Rory
He dropped the pencil and sat down, looking rather lost and confused. He had hardly ever made a real decision on his own. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “You tell me what to do.”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Randomly checking back to see if everyone is still alive, and this is great. Leo would be so perplexed, half amused, half concerned. I would die laughing.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Oh I know!!
The are in the basement at the moment, he could walk in on them if you like!!
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
@koshka Ikr these two are hilarious together. Now would be a good time for Leo to show up if you wanted
Dante“I, uh, no. No, I’m not going to-” Dante sighed. He was half tempted to start throwing pencils again. “Well, I tried,” he muttered to himself.
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Rory
The military bearing slipped away again and he wrapped his arms around himself, tucking his chin down in the collar of his jacket. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, and he certainly didn’t know what to do.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Surrrreee…this might be the most unsteady RP ever, but I’ll resurrect him. *Cracks knuckles*
They’re in the basement break room, right?
Leo
Fluorescent lights buzzed slightly in the staff hallway. Leo hummed to himself some tune from Quincy’s favorite toy musicbox. It took three tries for his key card to register in the scanner and the elevator door to open. He stepped in and jammed the down arrow. The load of pipe under his left arm shifted as the lift gave a shudder and began it’s slow descent. He tightened his hold. No good to go dumping the load prematurely.
The elevator have a weary ding as it ground to a stop. He stepped out, him turning into a soft whistle. It was a nice song.
The soft darkness of the basement closed in around him. His pace slowed amid the familiar chug snort hum of machines. His whistle morphed rhythm as he matched it.
He paused outside the break room door and nearly dug for his key…but the door was unlocked, the deadbolt clear. Rory must have left it open. The knob turned smoothly under his hand and he stepped inside.
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Dante
At the sound of approaching footsteps, Dante tensed. He wanted to get up and hide somewhere, but he was stuck on the couch. The door handle began to turn. Dante shot Rory an accusing glance. “You didn’t lock the door?” But it was too late. Someone stepped into the room, and Dante suddenly found himself making very awkward eye contact with the stranger.
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