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[angramaintsu]

Characters: Dark Rin & YOU.
Setting: Floor 48
Time: November 9
Format: Quick to start, will match
Summary: The tower taunts Rin when she's already in a poor mood.
Warnings: Characters are likely to be endangered if they provoke her.

    ►►► FLOOR 48;
[ Rin knew the moment he was taken from her. Any Master can feel the bond ripped from them and if that wasn't enough indication, the Command Seals along her flesh went dormant. In fact it was the hand she found herself gazing upon in the graveyard, sitting on a freshly dug (up?) patch of dity, the formerly vibrant red seals now barely seen against her pale skin. If that wasn't evident enough, then the stone marker with the name L A N C E R was indication enough of who she lost. Rin's never had anyone in her life, so for the brief time she held a Servant was the most social interaction she's ever had.

Losing him stung more than she's willing to let on.

For those brave enough to seek her out, they might feel a more ominous presence in the air around them. Yes, she's vulnerable without a Servant, but in no way is she weak. Willing to advertise that much, she hopes it's enough to keep people away.

Later on the evening, even if she's left, Rin will return to this place not to mourn. No, she'll wait around as though expecting him to return. For all of those jokes she often cracked about him being a puppy, it was her that will wait patiently for him to come pick her up. ]

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[angramaintsu]

If you wanted to give me space, you'd get lost.

[ At least he can always rely on Rin to be honest in her words as the girl huffily looks away from him. ]

There's how many other floors? Why the graveyard?

[doublechecks]

Merely paying respects to someone who had left this tower to their homeworld.

[Half-truth. But regardless, at the very least she still has some energy to act like that.

...Good.]

[angramaintsu]

Don't tell me you're a sentimental kind of person. [ She sighs. ] I hate screwing around with your type.

You're not going to ask me to marry you to make up for it now, are you? I honestly don't have time for this.

[doublechecks]

One could say the same about you.

[Since really this is just the pot calling the kettle black.]

I don't know, that old man in red seemed quite against us interacting with each other.

[angramaintsu]

Oh, Archer?

[ It's strange that he's been speaking with Lelouch and for a moment, she feels her anger rise. How dare that man in red talk to someone who knows how weak Rin can be. It bothers her in a way that she can't describe as she takes in a deep breath; a weak attempt to keep herself calm, but one nonetheless. The first step in changing herself. ]

He's not my keeper, so there's no point in worrying about him. In fact, I think it's a lot more fun to spend time together now that I know he opposes it. Would you care to stay the night in my room?

[doublechecks]

And earn his ire even more? Even if he's not your true keeper, he still worries about you, you know.

[Beat.]

But it's not my place to lecture you on obedience or concern.

[angramaintsu]

He's a pain if this is the reaction my allies have towards him. Geez, what am I going to do if you refuse to speak with me just because someone I care not for worries about who I associate myself with?

[doublechecks]

Now, I didn't say anything about not wanting interaction with you, did I, your Highness?

[/smug]

[angramaintsu]

So... you're not going to leave me because of him, right?

[ Her voice is a tad bit more hopeful than she cares to admit. ]

[doublechecks]

Of course not, I am not that much of a coward, you know.

[Oh, there seemed to be some sort of an emotional weakness here.

Excellent.]

[angramaintsu]

[ Lelouch, don't you even dare. She will mess your shit up before you can even finish saying your full name. ]

Funny, you seem the type to hide behind the shadows and just trick others into doing work for you. I suppose I could be wrong about that though.

[doublechecks]

As they said, 'never judge a book by its cover'.

[try him.

he's been through sort of worse things than dark, swallowy things.]