WEEK 3: April 15th - April 19th

[cartesio]

Third Week

The peaceful times are over. Moloch von Zinzer was murdered, and Nine was sentenced as his murderer. Everyone in Cartesio knows that.

Although life goes on, it seems the town of Cartesio isn't going to forget the tourists' transgressions. Not only they commited larceny in the cinema, they also murdered and executed in their town! It's no surprise their hospitality towards the visitors has cooled down considerably.

Not only they're maintaining a tense cordiality with them, they also have started talking behind the visitors' backs. All kinds of rumors are starting to sprout, yet nobody seems to be willing to say it to the tourists' faces. Talking directly to most passerby makes them distrustful, and nobody seems to want to be in close quarters alone with them.

It's only matter of time before the relationship between tourists and Cartesio starts degrading even further.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again.

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Comments

[robitussin]

There are other villains who aren't in your weird child kidnapping club, right?

[But at his motion, she does just that and takes a seat.]

You wouldn't rather be, like, drinking in the tavern or whatever? It's freezing out here.

[amburere]

League of Villains. [ Not a club! But he gives a low nn of agreement. Humans and villains came in varying sizes, power, and reputation.

To her question, he shoots her a look. That's just begging for a demonstration in how hot his quirk can run. Unlike before fire blossoms from his shoulder down to his arms stopping just short of his hands. They're tiny embers and not a proper flame, but it's still enough to make it feel like a sweltering summer day. ]

[robitussin]

League of villains, club of child kidnappers, close enough.

[She watches as the flames shoot across his arms, interest clear.]

...I guess that could come in handy in times like this, yeah.

[amburere]

[ On another night he'd argue that point, but tonight the alcohol makes it easier not to bother. ]

Got any other complaints?

[robitussin]

[A snort.]

What, about you, or in general?

[amburere]

Whichever. [ Quelling the flames a bit, they flicker lazily on his scarred skin. ]

[robitussin]

Whichever, you say. As if I'm going to just sit right next to you and tell you all the complaints I have about you as a person.

[An amused noise.]

I have many general complaints, but I'm pretty sure they're the same ones everybody else has.

[amburere]

[ That earns her a brief smirk. ]

Try me. Most people have a problem with killing and I don't.

[robitussin]

[A smirk.]

Well, that's completely fucked up. Anyways! You want them in chronological order, or from most to least distressing?

[Her tone isn't serious, at least.]

[amburere]

[ ..... ]

Most to least.

[robitussin]

[Hm. She gives a thoughtful hum, and instead of sitting, she shifts so she's laying, back flat on the grass. Instead of a straight answer, he gets a question:]

What do you think is the reason we were all brought here? Like, not why anyone was brought here. Why us, specifically.

[amburere]

'unno. [ It might seem like he's gonna leave her with that unsatisfactory answer, but then he speaks up again. ]

He's got an interest in some of us more than others.

[robitussin]

...Yeah? Have you noticed anyone in particular he's more interested in?

[amburere]

Y'know, I could give you the same answer I gave him. [ That's not a no, which is something. Pointedly he's not looking over at her, but at the lone lit ember on his left arm. ]

[robitussin]

Or you could be helpful and tell me, because every piece of information we get here brings us one step closer to getting home.

[amburere]

I don't do good in big groups. [ Which is to say there is no "we" here as far as most of the other visitors are concerned. Still playing with the flame, he continues. ]

You want information we can swap. He told me you think your his favorite.

[robitussin]

Wait, why would he think that I think I'm his...

[She sounds surprised, even confused, before she realizes why.]

He has no concept of sarcasm, I swear to god. Or like, jokes, apparently.

[amburere]

Ha, I figured. S'ok, I told him I know I'm really his favorite.

[robitussin]

Awesome. Thanks for setting the record straight on that one.

[A pause.]

...Why were you both talking about me, though?

[amburere]

No problem. [ Self assured grin. ]

He brought you up 'cause he said he was tired of hearing 'bout being the favorite from you. If he was really being nosy he would have asked me what makes you tick too.

[robitussin]

[A snort.]

Right. As if you would be able to tell him that.

[amburere]

'bout you? No. [ That he knows more about others is implied. ]

[robitussin]

[She catches that implication, and so when she continues, it's with:]

About who, then?

[amburere]

The brat and Hawks. [ The only time Bakugou deserves his actual name is when Dabi offered to kill Clarisse, rip. ]

[robitussin]

Yeah? And what would your answer have been?