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First Spell; Text/Action

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john lalonde i am going to KILL you.

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[[Once that ominous message has been left, the young girl abandons the terminal she found on third floor of dormitories and begins her hunt. She has an ass to kick and she will find it. There's a four eyed black kitten on her heels, batting playfully at her coat tails as they walk and under her arm is a very large book of some sort. Occasionally she checks a terminal as she passes because you'd better believe she will descend upon her friend like a hawk when he replies, but beyond that she's going to head down stairs to look on the floor below. Maybe go a few more floors down if need be.

She'll care about where exactly she is later. It's probably just like SBURB anyway. Do some exploration and eventually you'll run into some helpful creatures! Surely that's how it works.]]

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[[With an interested mew, the kitten is more than happy to sniff at and then start playing with that ribbon. It's like it appeared just for him! How can he say no?

It's only a few steps away, however, that the girl he was following realizes nothing's batting at her and turns around to see where the little kitty went.]]

Oh! Did you find a ribbon, Salem?

[[Hi miss Strider, have your Egbert counterpart kneeling in front of the kitten you were playing with to watch him a little, petting him while he plays.]]

I hope you didn't thieve that from anyone...

[Rose curses softly under her breath, because she knows her own face well enough to know that this is another fucking alternate. she should have known better, considering her luck. shit.

with a sigh she shoves her hands in her pockets and moves to stand in the doorway, ribbon jerking quite a bit from the upset]

I don't think a fucking cat's going to be making off with much of anything, honestly.

[[That ribbon jerk has the cat just pouncing it. It is so on you slippery, sneaky little creature!!!

Rose, meanwhile, just looks up at the girl who kind of looks like her only cooler wow. That's weird! Standing up, she straightens her clothes out while talking.]]

You'd be surprised at what he can accomplish! Though he didn't take that from your things or anything, did he?

There's not much that surprises me anymore, so I really fucking doubt it. [her tone is neutral, but there's a sense of disdain or hostility lurking just underneath the surface for the savvier conversationalists. Rose really hates alternate selves.

the ribbon keeps bouncing around as she tugs on it from the safety of her pocket. nobody else but the cat seems to notice so it seems safe to do.]

Anyway, he didn't do jack shit to the stupid thing. It's not mine anyway so I wouldn't really care if he did.

[[...huh. Does she not like cats? She seems kind of angry maybe.]]

Oh, well. That's good then! I've been trying to teach him to have some manners. Though if it's not yours why were you using it to play with him?

[[Did you thieve it? Stealing isn't good, you know.]]

Because if my roommate is stupid enough to leave her shit out she deserves to have it used.

[she shrugs. this is coming from the girl whose life was spent having her belongings pitched out a window; paranoia is in her blood]

Not like you're going to be able to teach him much anyway; cats do whatever the hell they want.

That's a little rude, don't you think? [[You don't mind if the little black kitten ruuubs against your leg, do you Rose? He likes you! You give him fun things to play with.]]

And not true! Cats can be taught what they can and cannot do with a little perseverance. They're very smart animals. It's just a matter of having some patience is all.

Probably. But it's also true so I don't really give a fuck. [if France has a problem with it she can lock her stuff up.

Rose definitely doesn't mind, although the other Rose's presence means she can't kneel down and return the affection like she'd prefer to. hopefully a friendly little subtle nudge back in return will suffice.]

If you've got enough fucking free time to sit around and train a cat then I'd recommend stepping outside for more than the three seconds it takes to pick up the newspaper. Chances are the cat's recognized you've got three functional brain cells and is just humoring you.

[[Wow. She's kind of mean...

And it seems to suffice plenty for the kitten as he rubs against her a little more, then sits down to clean himself.]]

It isn't as if I spend all day working with him. I do lots of other things. And even if he is just humoring me, he's still doing what I asked and behaving. So really the outcome is just the same.

No? Considering you think that getting pity obedience from your fucking cat is a great victory you could've fooled me.

[Red Rose is a huge bitch and gives no fuck who knows it. even if it's really nice to see a cat again.]

I never said it was a great victory, just that he's still behaving. Honestly it's just another stage in training. Because if you praise him for it, he'll learn!

[[She is, but that's okay. Rose didn't do anything wrong so she's just going to assume that this blonde is simply taking it out on her or something. And hey, if that's what she needs to do.]]

Praise him for it? Are you fucking serious? What else do you do, sit around with him and tell him that he's special and you love him just the way he is?

[unfortunately in Rose's eyes the other Rose did everything wrong simply by existing. crippling insecurities sure do suck!]

Well of course praise him for it. It's part of training. If you don't tell him when he's doing good, he won't learn. It's just like teaching a child. Kids aren't going to learn what they're doing right or wrong if you don't praise or scold them properly. And no, I don't.

[[But she does tell him that she loves him. That's not a crime, right?]]

[Rose snorts derisively]

Oh great, you're a whole point up from your negative infinity score. I'd give you another half point but then you went and compared a goddamn pet to an actual child like some kind of infantile moron.

They learn very similarly. If you don't praise a child for doing the right thing, they'll never learn that it's right. The same goes for animals. Dogs, cats, horses, they all learn like that.

[[Shrug shrug.]]

The similarity is really obvious, but I guess I can't expect you to know that, seeing as you apparently have little clue on how to train an animal.

[[Oops, getting a little passive aggressive.]]

Maybe if your child animal (since I doubt you can tell the difference between the two) is too fucking stupid to figure out what shit they shouldn't do on their own you have to treat them like they're make of glass, but most sentient things can take care of themselves without being coddled.

[she grins, but it's less a smile and more a promise to bite off a finger if given an excuse to]

But you're obviously too stupid to realize when you're smothering something,so I guess you wouldn't fucking know.

[the irony here is that Rose doesn't even know when she's pass-agging. aaaaah sweet denial.]

[[And Rose just chuckles.]]

Well someone didn't have the best childhood, did they?

[she chuckles back, although the hard edge never leaves her voice]

Hey, don't go dumping your fucking issues on someone that you just met. I don't care about your shitty time growing up.

Actually, my childhood was wonderful, thank you. But if you think praising something or someone for doing well is coddling and smothering, I can only assume you never received much of it yourself and have been left bitter by the experience.

Let me guess, you don't need praise, right? You're one such sentient being who can fend for themselves without being 'coddled', correct?

The funny thing about assumptions is that most of the time they're total bullshit and leave the person making them looking like an even bigger tool than they did before.

I'm not a big enough asshole to think that I'm some kind of hardass who doesn't need to know they're going a good job, I just happen to know that relying on a bunch of judgemental shitheads does fuck and all for you.

[she shrugs] I'm bitter about shit, but this crap isn't any of it. I don't need anyone's praise or approval but mine.

You're contradicting yourself. You say you don't think you're some kind of hardass who doesn't need to know they're doing a good job, and then you turn around and say that you don't need anyone elses praise or approval.

You realize that's saying you're some kind of hardass who doesn't need to know they're doing a good job, right? Perhaps not a hardass, no, but still making a point that you don't need to know you're doing a good job.

As long as you feel that you're in the right, that's all that matters to you.

Being self-assured is radically different from being a tool desperate to show everyone that they don't care what anyone thinks, but good job cutting everything down into tiny enough pieces for your brain to comprehend!

[she rolls her eyes unseen behind the shades, tone taking on a sardonic mimic of the other Rose's]

As long as you feel you can pretend to understand what's being talked about, that's all that matters to you.

[[She seems rather unfazed.]]

I never said you were anything but self assured. I also never said that you had to be a tool to not receive enough praise as a child and therefor feel you don't need praise of others when you're older!

You're free to think what you want, of course, and if being an ass to me makes you feel better, you can do that too.

Right, because obviously everything stems back to having a boo hoo hoo bad childhood. Do you have any other spiels to run through or is that your only one? Because all it's doing is making you sound like a dumbass.

[she shifts a little, crossing her arms over her chest] Especially if you really think that this talk is me bitching you out.

Not everything, but a problem with praise certainly is a good indication of it! And I don't think you're bitching me out. I've been bitched out before, so I do know the difference. But you certainly aren't being the nicest person in the world, and you haven't been since you started talking to me. I haven't done anything wrong to you up until now so I'm just assuming you're using me as an outlet. And before you say it no, I'm not saying you're being a dick because of a boo hoo bad childhood. I don't know why you're being a dick, really.

[[She shifts in turn, but places her hands on her hips instead.]] But if it's because you genuinely dislike me, well that's a shame but I guess that's how the ball rolls!

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