010414-Ryspor-Tlaloc

 -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] began pestering greatTenochtitlan [GT] at 16:33 --

[04:37] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] is leaning against a tree downing drinks when he notices Ryspor --

[04:37] -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] freezes as he notices tlaloc, a loaf of bread dropping from his hands --

[04:37] GT: YEA THAT'X RIGHT YOU BITCH, YOU GOT THE RIGHT IDEA

[04:38] -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] begins slowly backing away --

[04:38] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] dashes towards the backstabbing fish and leaps on him, pinning him to the ground --

[04:38] GT: WHAT

[04:38] GT: DID

[04:38] GT: I

[04:38] GT: XAY

[04:39] GT: ~I KNOW, AND I HATE MYʃELF FOR IT, BELIEVE ME!~

[04:40] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] slaps him across the gills --

[04:40] GT: I hate you for it too, BELIEVE ME!

[04:41] GT: You know he couldn't take xhit like that

[04:41] GT: And now look where hix dreamxelf ix!

[04:42] GT: ~I know! I know, and it'ʃ all my favlt, I'm not argving that.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:43] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] spits into Ryspor's stupid, heartbreaking, lying, shifty eyes --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:44] -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] flinches and automatically reaches up to wipe his eyes --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:45] GT: Fuck you, you xhitxmeared xack of axx!

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:45] GT: The only reaxon I'm not tearing you limb from limb ix becauxe Joxxik ix a nice enough perxon to tell me not to

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:47] GT: ~...Yov covld hit me arovnd a few timeʃ, if yov wanted. Gog knowʃ I deʃerve it.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:48] GT: Ha

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:48] GT: I don't want to hit you

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:49] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] uncaptchalouges his obsidian blade and presses it against Ryspor's neck --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:56] -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] stiffens and attempts to shrink from the cold obsidian blade --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:57] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] scowls and gets up --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:57] GT: You're not even worth it

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:58] -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and reaches for his neck, sitting up a little --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:59] GT: ~I'm - haah - I'm ʃorry, if that meanʃ anything.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:59] GT: It doexn't

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:59] GT: What doex mean xomething

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[04:59] GT: Ix what you're going to do to fix it

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:01] GT: ~...Which iʃ?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:02] GT: I don't fucking know, you tell me!

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:02] GT: You could rexcue Joxxik'x dreamxelf, that'x a xtart!

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:03] GT: ~...I don't know if he wantʃ it to be reʃcved.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:03] GT: ~Doir told me he'ʃ aʃked all Derʃe dreamerʃ to kill hiʃ dreamʃelf on ʃight.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:04] GT: ...What?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:04] GT: ~I'm not ʃvre, bvt I think...I think ʃcarlet did ʃomething to him.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:05] GT: ~Or, well, hiʃ dreamʃelf.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:05] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] takes a step forward and points his macuahuitl menacingly at Ryspor --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:05] GT: What kind of xomething

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:06] GT: ~I told yov, I don't know! All I've heard iʃ that Joʃʃik wantʃ hiʃ dreamʃelf to die. Everything elʃe iʃ ʃpecvlation on my part.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:07] GT: Why the fuck did you lead him on, holy xhit! Look at all the trouble you've cauxed!

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:08] GT: ~YOV THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE?~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:09] GT: ~*EVERYTHING* THAT HAʃ HAPPENED Iʃ MY FAVLT, AND JOʃʃIK Iʃ BEING TOO *VNDERʃTANDING* TO BLAME ME FOR IT.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:09] GT: Becauxe he'x a fucking puxxy!

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:09] GT: He'x too nice to let you know how he REALLY feelx about you

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:11] GT: ~He ʃhovld hate me, damn it.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:11] GT: ~He probably DOEʃ hate me, really.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:13] GT: Well

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:13] GT: Chalk that up ax ANOTHER perxon who hatex your bum axx

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:14] GT: Here, have a drink

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:14] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] throws a chalice full of wine in Ryspor's face --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:16] -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] shields himself with his arms. It's not very effective --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:19] GT: I'm going to find him

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:19] GT: Have fun wallowing in your own mixery

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:21] -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] wipes a sheen of wine off his face, then looks sullenly at Tlaloc --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:21] GT: ~...Yov might want to pay more attention to him, yov know.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:22] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] is about to trudge off into the forest, but stops and turns around --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:22] GT: What

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:22] GT: ~Oh, nothing, forget I ʃaid anything.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:22] -- gregariousTr0ubadour [GT] begins to examine his fingernails --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:24] -- greatTenochtitlan's [GT'S] face darkens and shadows play across his scowl in the contrast of the bonfire's light --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:24] GT: Xay it again or I'll gut you, fixh

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:24] GT: ~Well, if yov MVʃT know...~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:25] GT: ~He contacted me in a drvnken ʃtvpor laʃt night, and we proceeded to have a rather...TENDER moment in hiʃ tent.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:26] GT: ...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:26] GT: Xo now you're playing with hix fucking heart again

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:26] GT: ~Oh no, not at all.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:26] GT: ~Yov ʃee, HE initiated it.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:27] GT: Xo, that doexn't mean xhit

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:27] GT: ~The ʃitvation tvrned rather frighteningly pale there, I mvʃt ʃay. I think he'ʃ feeling neglected and tvrning to otherʃ for ʃolace, in my opinion.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:28] GT: He came back to Xcarlet in the xame way, and we know how that wen-

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:28] GT: You know what?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:28] GT: I'm done here

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:28] GT: I promixed I wouldn't kill you, but you're making that very difficult

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[05:29] -- greatTenochtitlan [GT] flips his goggles down, sticks up both middle fingers and ABSCONDS --