Bon Appetit (Closed)

[true_noir]

Characters: Chloe and Vriska
Setting: The Restaurant, a hunt and back again... hopefully
Format: Prose unless she prefers action tags
Summary: Well, like Chloe said, you can posture all you want, but might as well test their mettle a little. So, why not work for their lunch?

What's the worst that could happen?
Warnings: Well, considering they might run into a monster hunting whatever it is they hunt? Probably a bit of violence. That, and Chloe's a creep and Vriska's Vriska.

Chloe stood at the edge of the restaurant, glancing at the staff member and nodding while she waited for Vriska to show herself. She was honestly a little curious. The text had been purile and a touch needlessly hard to understand, but the bravado had her interested. Was it like Doom, and debatably founded, or was this one all talk?

Honestly, she was a little bored as it stood. The whole Dark World had been entertaining, but it had left her itching for a little more excitement. And, in this place, you had to search for that. Why not risk life and limb for a meal?

Besides, what was the worst that could happen? They die? Wrapping herself in her cloak, she smirked at that thought. Death really had lost a lot of its meaning to her. She wondered if that made her a little crazy.

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[true_noir]

"Weaknesses, vices, desires and cravings," she said, folding the note and walking towards Vriska, flipping the knife around in her hand and not quite saying what was written in it, though the amusement bled through her features so thoroughly right then, her eyes sparkling.

"We humans all have them, things that we usually let rule us, control us. The secret is to master desires, not to let them master you. If you let anyone master you, you can never be in control, not really." And she paused at the door, glancing out of the corner of her eye. "They seem to have caught our mood. I hope you're ready for a little risk..."

Not that they had a choice anymore. The deal was struck.

[themsthe8r8ks]

"I think we'll have to disagree about that," Vriska replied with another shrug. "Trolls do what they want. Vices, desires, cravings... those are all part of the game. Or they were." It was hard for her to remember that troll society wasn't really a thing that existed anymore. No love lost, it was simply still odd to realize sometimes. She followed the human to the door, scowling for the first time since they'd met up. "Ugh, good. If I die today, it will be from boredom."

It was a complaint about the surroundings, not the company. For a human, Chloe didn't seem half-bad. But Vriska was restless, and the atmosphere of the establishment wasn't doing her mood any favors.

[true_noir]

She laughed and paused, glancing over her shoulder again. There was a smoldering look there, a faint sizing of the girl up again. Did she lick her lips? "You misunderstand. We're all sinners. A little vice, when you like... you won't find me complaining. Just don't let it rule you, or it's easy to lose control," she said, leading the way towards the nearest elevator.

She knew where they were headed, though it would take a few floors to get there. As she hit the button and waited, she leaned back at the door. "We're desecrating corpses. It sounds so innocent... but things rarely like to stay dead in this place."