mayfield_rpg | ::005th Interrogation::

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::005th Interrogation::

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-Barricade is a little tired of looking for clues around the carnival... he kept returning to his search with no leads. So today, he decided to go to the park. Feel free to talk to him... though he seems rather growly and angry.

Perhaps it's better to leave him alone.-

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[[...Since... my hiatus/slowatus starts tomorrow ahahah. ;u; ]]

Oh dear, you do look rather ticked today don't you.

Fi will be addressing you from a safe distance, yes, good. "...'Barry'?"

[His patience has been tested the past couple days, and he only wished he had his regular body. As it was, no such luck... Glancing up, he looked angry... but calmed himself upon realizing who it was.]

Hm. ... What do you want?

[He's irritated... he doesn't mean to sound so rude.]

Blink, blink. She's probably assuming another reason for the anger- likely the carnival actually...

"I am merely extending greetings; a few prisoners of the town have vanished, leaving not even a drone, I have found. It is good that you are not one of them; I feel that the banishment is not a fortuitous thing."

The fact that there's no drone to replace them, is bothering me. Things are not adding up...

[He growled a bit... he had wished that some had disappeared...

Oh. His expression softened. Somewhat.]

My apologies.

"The apology, though not required, is much appreciated- you have my thanks." And now that you seem less likely to ~~SLASH HER FACE~~ snarl at her, she'll come to a more conversation suiting distance.

"I have noticed the connection between the carnival's 'Fun House' attraction and those who vanished, I find. It is quite likely that those who vanished are in fact located within it somehow."

So have I...

...

I can't figure out how...

[Barricade is not the only person desperately searching the fairground for clues. She may be a bit more visibly desperate than him, though. She had lost Ilsa, and then had lost Tarvek on the next trip, and now it's just her left...

She's scared, and she's angry with herself, and angry with Mayfield and uh... she just kicked a garbage can hard enough to send it flying into the side of that stupid funhouse.]

H... haah...

[If she looks like a complete lunatic, well... maybe she is. For the moment.]

[Barricade takes notice of these actions... and stalks over toward her.]

Angry much?

[Noticing Barricade from the corner of her eye, Dakki snaps her head around so she can see him properly. A moment of wild-eyed assessment, and then she calms. Somewhat.]

Yes.

[She shoots an enormously angry look at the fun house.]

I've lost two friends in that place.

[He stared for a moment... and shrugged.]

That is why you do not make friends. Only potential allies.

[...why does that statement feel so chillingly familiar? Some of the obvious anger leaves her, the tension seeping from her stance.]

The loss of "potential allies" is still frustrating.

[Was this how that not-right version of herself felt? This was eerie.]

I made a promise. I set out to do something, and I've failed.

Is it?

[Don't mind him.]

Then you try again.

Yes. It is.

[She wants to be annoyed with him. He's pretty annoying. But he has a point...]

I'm not just going to rush back in there. I need a plan.

So you lost your friends at the carnival.

[The way he said the word, it sounded like he was disgusted.]

They'll be back. Eventually.

Yes. My friends. Because I'm not an emotionally-stunted asshole like SOME people.

[...yeah. Dakki's having a really rotten day, if she's resorting to profanity.]

There's no guarantee of that. And no guarantee of the condition that they'll be in if they're returned.

[He'd ignore the first bit... for now.]

Hm.

[In fact... he'd ignore her as well. There was a bit of a sneer, and he turned away.]

[Turning away? What's this, now? While a less angry Dakki would take this as a victory and let the matter lie... this was a pretty damned angry Dakki.]

Did I strike a nerve? Is that all you've got to say?

I have no further business with you.

[He didn't even bother looking back to her.]

Well... well...

[Something in her has finally snapped. She's a Hunter that's had nothing to hunt. She's been haunted by those days when she wasn't at all herself. And now this idiot wouldn't even face her? That does it. She closes the distance between them with long, angry strides, and grabs him by the back of the collar.]

Well I'm not finished with you!

[This was completely unexpected. He did hear her approach, and had thought she would simply walk in front of him. As it was, he immediately swings on his heel to face her.]

Do NOT touch me!

Don't walk away from me!

[Her hand does release his collar, though. Hey. It got his attention.]

You're not going to last long at all in this town if you don't befriend anyone! There'll be no one to care when you die, and no one to help when you're maimed! Is that what you want?

[He sneers... and simply starts to walk away from her.]

I have lasted this long without befriending others. Your words are meaningless.

[She follows right on afterwards. You're getting a lecture on the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP whether you want it or not, Barricade.]

And how long is that? And what kind of an existence is it?! What's the use of even existing if not for friends?!

[...it's a slightly dark POWER OF FRIENDSHIP speech.]

[Dang it.]

I have lived thousands of years without friends... I believe I will survive just fine in this prison.

Thousands... [That gives her pause. That makes her think. Just what is this man? Is he even really a man?

But she's not done, not by a long shot.]

It must be a pretty sorry existence if you've gone that long without connection to anyone.

When in war, friends can be easily lost. As such, I do not see the need to make that type of connection.

Are you finished, now?

They can. I know it. I don't regret befriending any of them. Would you not bother wanting weapons, even if you might wind up losing one?

[A fighter in a war, maybe even for thousands of years... it no longer seemed a matter of who she was shouting at, but what.]

I'll be done when I'm done. [There was the briefest of pauses. And then, softer,] What are you, really?

A weapon... does not bother carrying on useless conversations.

[Barricade eyed her with suspicion. If he were to tell her just what he was, she might relay the information to others... and that could turn out real ugly.]

I do not--

[He bit his tongue.]

... think it is necessary to explain what I am.

[Now they had something different to bicker over. She was fine with that.]

Are you actually human, then? Humans don't live for a thousand years. Not any humans that I know of. CASTs like me don't even live for more than a few hundred, and that's only with optimal maintenance.

[Her eyes remain evenly fixed on him. She's trying to be both soft and stern.]

If you won't tell me what, then tell me who.

[He could only laugh.]

If I should ever regain my normal body, then I'll tell you who and what I am.

Fine. I can be patient.

[She wasn't fine with it at all, but she wanted to win this on some level...]

You could be waiting a while. It took them over half a year to give me mine back.

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::005th Interrogation::

Action - I might be slow after tomorrow as a warning. :I

Action o7 Roger!

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