[ She's just letting off steam. When Rose fights with everything she has, people die. Entire towns screaming, burning flesh seared into her nostrils for millennia, it's a whole thing. It's not something she needs to subject the people of the manor to, because while she would like to know what the hell this is all about and how to get out, she's not exactly in a hurry. She's got all the time in the world.
So, she can play the games, dance the dance. The woman she's been paired with is tough, as regular humans go. It almost, almost makes her smile, thinking of her people from home. Haschel would have loved her. ]
Can you?
[ It comes out bitcher than she meant it, but she doesn't feel bad, because Natasha's kick lands right where it's meant to, into her stomach with only her flimsy robe-dress for protection. Rose makes a choked noise, and catches her on her bare thigh, something dark emanating from her fingertips. It looks like fire, but it feels like death itself - the last gasp of agony from thousands of people, all at once, in blood and smoke. Every broken bone, every gaping wound, every drowning and burning and desperate plea. The gate to Hell, opening in the smooth skin of her thigh.
Rose pushes her off. Her chest heaves as she stands, her abs flexing, forcing her to get over it. ]
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So, she can play the games, dance the dance. The woman she's been paired with is tough, as regular humans go. It almost, almost makes her smile, thinking of her people from home. Haschel would have loved her. ]
Can you?
[ It comes out bitcher than she meant it, but she doesn't feel bad, because Natasha's kick lands right where it's meant to, into her stomach with only her flimsy robe-dress for protection. Rose makes a choked noise, and catches her on her bare thigh, something dark emanating from her fingertips. It looks like fire, but it feels like death itself - the last gasp of agony from thousands of people, all at once, in blood and smoke. Every broken bone, every gaping wound, every drowning and burning and desperate plea. The gate to Hell, opening in the smooth skin of her thigh.
Rose pushes her off. Her chest heaves as she stands, her abs flexing, forcing her to get over it. ]
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