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[abyssalflame]

For those of you who have been seeking survival or battle training, it's all well and good to be learning on your own time, but going at it alone in a situation like this is just asking to get yourself or someone else killed. The last thing we need right now are a bunch of fools injuring themselves on their own blades because they thought they were hot enough shite to hunt something big down.

...I'm probably going to regret this, but if any have need of a guardian for just such an act of stupidity, I suppose accompanying you myself is better than nothing.

And while I'm here: who owns this?

[Sid unravels a blood-stained piece of cloth in front of the camera, which appears to be a flag.

It may or may not be recognizable as Jeanne Alter's.]

I've got a few choice words for you.

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[lahaine]

[ Why leave it? So he didn't bleed out of course! Was she actually going to be honest about her reasoning though? Unlikely. ]

Please, I merely left it so that incase you died, everyone would know who to blame. [ She really was ride or die for this edgy, malice filled facade. ] Hahaha! I guess it would be useless, not like I would even know who you were.

[ Not that she was interested but, she was gunning for his name. ]

And I wasn't trying to off myself until you got in the way!

[abyssalflame]

[He stares, his gaze gradually withering.]

You make absolutely no godsdamned sense at all. Someone gets in your way, so you decide death is the most convenient out?! Maybe you have nothing to live for, but I do, so don't even think about going around and forcing that bullshite on other people!

Well, congratulations, now they know who to blame. Are you satisfied?

[lahaine]

[ She was never the most reasonable or logical person. ] I don't give a damn about your convenience!

[ Her gaze was fierce as she watched him. ] Christ! What are you even complaining about? You didn't die, you know. [ A pause. ]

I will never be satisfied. [ The curse of being an Avenger. Tasked with a hole filled with hatred until she was killed or consumed by it. ] But, at least I can let their hatred fuel me.

[abyssalflame]

If not for someone else's intervention, I probably would have. And it bloody well hurt, too.

[Neither, apparently, is Sid. Nobody ever lauded him for being rational and level-headed.]

Gods, do you even listen to yourself? Quit your pathetic whining and grow a spine already!

[lahaine]

My whining!? I am not the one complaining that I could have died when you most certainly didn't. [ Accompanied with accusatory pointing right into the camera. ]

Christ, at this rate If I wanted to kill myself I'd climb your ego and jump. No Noble Phantasm needed.

[abyssalflame]

Fine. I'll save myself the agony next time and refrain from saving your arse from your own stupidity, how's that?

[lahaine]

[ Somehow she got the feeling he was bluffing, and helping was in his nature. She wouldn't call him on it though, because if she was wrong she would be accused of her own wishful thinking. ]

Idiot, there is no saving Avengers... [ Tone softened for a second before she snapped back. ]

Next time?! What makes you so sure there will be a next time!?

[abyssalflame]

[Totally sarcastic and dry:] Because there's always a godsdamned next time with your type.

If you expect me to understand what you mean by that, though, you're going to have to explain it.

[lahaine]

[ That's right, he was not of her world. A sharp inhale, as she bit her lip. ] Tch, not like you would be interested or anything. [ Well, he did sort of ask, so it seemed like he was interested.

Nonetheless her tone was bitter, even as she elaborated. ]

An Avenger. The...Heroic Spirit of Vengeance. [ Just saying that seemed to be odd, the heroic part. There wasn't a heroic bone in her body, now was there? She corrected herself. ]

The Spirit of Vengeance.

[abyssalflame]

Whoever or whatever you're supposed to be avenging, then, you're doing a pretty piss-poor job of it.

[Truth be told, if she's not pulling it out of her arse, he is a little intrigued by that, even if directly asking is out of the question. Obviously. "Spirit of Vengeance," huh...

The next line is dry, more of a snipe than an actual observation. It hasn't quite clicked yet.]

It's as if you'd rather off yourself than do any avenging. Fool.

[lahaine]

[ Another sharp inhale at his words, a slight snap sound could also be heard. It seemed like she had balled her fist so hard, part of her plated gauntlets had cracked. ]

Tch, what do you know about doing a good job at anything?

[ His next statement earned even more ire from her, if it was possible. A sarcastic remark rolling off her tongue. ] Tch...killing a spirit...

Don't you need an exorcism for that?

[abyssalflame]

Wait, you're going to tell me you wouldn't have even died anyway?!

[That one makes his temper rise. All of that, for nothing? Is she serious?]

Are you absolutely-- You shite-for-brains little--!!

[lahaine]

Hahaha! Unlike that trashy holy woman, my Noble Phantasm isn't suicidal! [ It seemed she held absolute glee for this fact. The woman which she spoke of...well she didn't matter.]

Christ, if you are so eager and excitable. Meet me, and we can settle this face to face.

[abyssalflame]

[That's it, it's on. Successfully trolled.]

Fine! Name your specifics and I'll be sure to maim you right this time!

[lahaine]

Ufufufufuhahahaha! At least you have some spine! Alright, the streets of this Wyver place, tomorrow. I'm sure it won't take you long to find me, look for something burning. Hahaha!