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[judgementor]

"Leave a message. If it's important, I'll get back to you."

*beep*

Comments

text; after peter's post

[battlebound]

Monsters from this world are attacking people here.

( And, once everything is said and done, there's no one else he'd consider discussing this with. )

[judgementor]

So it would seem.

[battlebound]

We need to do something, Red Wine!

( Ideally something which involves him sticking his swords in all of them, but he'll also take letting Red Wine do so. )

[judgementor]

'Do something'. I've always said you make a wonderful tactician.

Did you have anything less vague in mind?

[battlebound]

( It's easier on Tierra, because they have modes of transport and the landscape generally has more than two identifying features. But even there, Steak can't say he'd exactly want to waste a load of time trying to hunt down Fallen Angels. Eliminating them and other threats, sure, but hunting them down takes time away from other possible disasters.

And if he knows anything, Steak knows that there's always another disaster. )

The same thing we do when we search for a Fallen Angel, of course. Find out what we can.

( Unfortunately, these things don't seem to manage the same level of wanton destruction or obvious trails that Fallen Angels generally do. )

[judgementor]

I see.
And you've already volunteered us for this task, I assume, without consulting me first?

[It would be completely typical if he had...]

[battlebound]

Hmph. There's no one we need to ask.

( He's just saying. They can just. Go. )

[judgementor]

Missing my point, as usual.
You might have thought to ask me.

[battlebound]

That's what I'm doing.

( He can go alone, if he has to. )

[judgementor]

Is it?
You have very peculiar ways of asking me questions.

[As if he's going to say 'no', but they can't possibly have a conversation without it being an argument.]

[battlebound]

Is it my fault you can't understand the beginning of a discussion?

( Especially not in this city, it seems. )

[judgementor]

I don't believe you understand what a discussion is, Steak. Would you like to start over?

[battlebound]

( Steak is rolling his eyes at his phone right now. )

What do *you* want to do, bastard?

( How does someone make acquiescing sound so confrontational via text? IDK but Steak sure can do it. )

[judgementor]

[From Red Wine's end, there's only silence for several minutes. An indication that he is typing something appears and disappears a few times.]

Whatever we do, we do it together. I'll not have you running off by yourself again to get injured by those things.

[battlebound]

( He still doesn't see what the big deal was. He was doing what he had to do, and the risks are just part and parcel of that. He's always accepted it. )

I wasn't alone. Nor were we seeking those things out when we encountered them.

[judgementor]

That's hardly the point.

[Of course he doesn't see what the big deal is. Because he's an idiot.]

[battlebound]

( Well, yes. )

Then what is?

[judgementor]

I made a promise to look after you and being here does not relieve me of that.

[battlebound]

You weren't here when it happened.

( Which is obviously also the point. Why is Red Wine so bothered about something like that? )

[judgementor]

And now I am. Did you think a brief absence from your side would make any difference in the present?

[battlebound]

Of course not!

( It's one of the few things he accepts and respects about Red Wine. The bastard is unexpectedly loyal, diligent in maintaining his vows. )

[judgementor]

Good. Perhaps there's more hope for you than I thought.

[battlebound]

...Asshole.