towerofanimus | Bon Appetit (Closed)

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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While Vriska could accurately be described as full of herself, she wasn't all talk. The troll practically oozed confidence as she approached the meeting place, from the way she walked to her cocky smirk. The human had said something about purple hair, right? Scanning the crowd, Vriska hoped her potential partner in crime hadn't wussed out and decided not to show...

Ah, there she was. Good. The troll's smile took a slightly more sinister edge as she sauntered up to the other girl, flipping her hair as though this were just another day in the life of Vriska and not an adventure that might cost her her life.

"I hope you're tougher than you look."

Great at the whole friendly greetings thing, this one was.

When she saw Vriska drawing near, her lips curled upwards and a viperish look in her eyes. These trolls were hard to gauge the age of, and she could barely bother to care that much, especially not when they acted like this. she reached out with one hand, the other slipping behind her back. Pressing her hand to the wall nearest to where the troll had walked up from, she slid her other hand out, a blade resting in the palm easily.

"Much," she said softly. "Quite human, but if you think that really limits us... well, underestimating anyone never was very healthy for anyone. But I think we'd agreed to come here looking for something to eat, hadn't we?" And, as she said that, various images of Vriska's smug little face being put in its place were flitting through her mind.

It was hard to tell if it was out of ego, prickliness at the address, or amusement.

"You're squishy and weird, but as a species, you can be surprising." Vriska automatically thought of John, and the reminder made her smile soften just a little. There's a human worth his salt, and she helped make him that way. How could she not feel pride just thinking about it?

Ah, but it was time to focus on the moment and this other human. "Good. I'm not here to look after a useless grub. Let's get this adventure started!"

The words were something of a compliment, in their own way, but also an expecation; the human had the guts enough to be worth partnering with. Vriska would leave her to die in a flash if that turned out to not be the case.

She nodded and stepped back before slipping around and into the restaurant. As she walked up to the concierge, she leaned forward and whispered to him. Better to get the payment ahead of time before actually enjoying the meal. While she waited for a note to be passed, she glanced back and over her shoulder.

"So, tell me, Vriska," she said. "You seem to have a little experience with my kind, and I've so little with yours. What makes you call us weird?" Squishy? That, she could understand well enough. It reminded her of Yuugi, though less eloquent.

Heh, an oni. Eloquent. That was an odd thought.

It was worth noting that this human had any experience with trolls at all, but Vriska decided she shouldn't be surprised by that. Not with how many of them seemed to be around here. So she shrugged and answered with a nonchalance that implied she didn't need to think hard on her response. "What doesn't? Your lusus system is weird, you have no sense of propriety, you eat the strangest stuff, you go out in sunlight, your culture is weak and boring, and your grubs are useless."

Her critique sounded harsh, and she meant it to. But there was something vague in the tone she used to list her complaints that made them sound hardly like complaints at all. In truth, Vriska liked humans and their odd culture. Maybe even to the point of envying them a little.

She chuckled. Some of the connotations were lost. Grub sounded like children, which hinted that the segmented eye she saw was a good indication of insectoid heritages on some level. Lusus made no sense to her, and she was the rest just sounded like a matter of taste.

It was easier to deal with than some youkai looking down on her oddly. "Curious. I have to admit I don't know quite enough to understand what you could possibly mean about propriety," she said, sounding more amused than offended. A note was passed to her and she glanced at it, an eyebrow rising.

Well, that was interesting.

"I'd agree that most of the culture is inherently weak, though. They're soft, indolent and demanding, lost in their sins and mastered by them instead of their own masters. Pathetic, really."

Culture shock was an interesting thing. Vriska waved off the comment about propriety with a snort, focusing instead on the words that came after. John was already thick-headed about where he left his pail. She wouldn't go through such an embarrassing talk again if she could avoid it. It wasn't even funny. "I don't get what you mean with all that crap about sinning, either. We're just different."

"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.

"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.

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."

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