[ Catra was walking stealthily, but she also wasn't expecting anyone to be awake-- and the first thing she does when gun sounds out is yelp and do a complicated, ridiculous flip of a dodge-- but one of the bullets nicks her in the leg and she hisses for a second, crouched and ready.
... Then she laughs, wild and delighted. ]
Oh, wow. Hey, Ray. Switched to night walking, huh? See, this is why it had to be you. You're the cleverest of the bunch. I really am gonna be sorry to see you go.
[ it's very confident, for a girl who just nearly got shot-- but maybe it's warranted, considering she's vaulting a ridiculous height up to try and reach Ray-- she thinks she's got the advantage if she corners him, though she's mainly keeping an eye on the gun. ]
[wow, it's catra. why is he not surprised. though that means entrapta is also probably here, and that idea does sting a little. ah, well. can't say that's really a surprise either.
he won't bother with responding, because unlike catra, he can't really afford the banter, but he'll give her a sharp smile. fuck you!
scribbling down something on the scroll, he keeps firing at catra, however off his accuracy is now with just one hand holding onto his gun. when catra comes too close within range, though, he's going to do what you definitely do with guns and throw it right at her.
and then, without missing a beat (he's already decided; it'll be this one), he takes out his hidden knife and slashes at her. stabbing would really be more ideal for the damage, but with her agility, he knows even injuring her at all is what he should aim for.]
[ she will continue to banter without him, fine, and while she's curious about the scroll she doesn't spend much time thinking about it because even though his aim is a lot shittier, it's still a gun and she is still weaving and crouching to dodge bullets at close-ish range ]
Nothing? Don't be so mad. I'm not even planning to make it hurt. Considering some people here would make kids like you drink acid--
[ but whatever shitty joke she was about to say she doesn't get to finish, because he throws the gun at her and she's so taken by surprise at that that she just... catches it, fumbling-- and she sees him coming for the slash and reflexively tries to just round kick him at the same time since her hands are occupied, claws out-- resulting in his slash succeeding and she jumps back slightly with another hiss, tossing the gun away behind her. rude. ]
Alright, maybe now I'll make it hurt. You're seriously annoying.
[ he might have a knife, but she's confidently dodged swords-- so the gun out of range, she leaps towards him once more, claws at the ready because i already made a claws out joke ]
[it doesn't escape ray that had he accepted the offer for battle armour, killing catra would likely be so much easier right now. still, he wouldn't say he regrets it.
that'll get one line out of ray.]
That's the idea.
[and he's about to get more annoying, because with one hand now free, he detaches a jar of green flames from his belt (it's called not opening the jar until you need to; but now is that time) and throws it at catra.
she might want to dodge. ... though it'll only help so much, because it turns out that the jar is
kind of a bomb.
upon impact, greek fire bursts forth and quickly starts spreading, so have fun with that.]
[ of course she dodges the jar-- it's a jar, it's obvious, it's just a jar--
but it isn't just a jar. the one downside to her not wearing shoes is that once the floor is on fire? so are her feet (and her pants, but like she cares about that right now), and that gets an actual scream out of her. she's not thinking about how to best get to ray when that happens, just how to get the hell out of dodge, but once she's moved back closer to the staircase on a railing-- panting, gritting her teeth and pretending it doesn't hurt like a motherfucker--
[he is, in fact, nuts! so catra really is not wrong here.
she's also not wrong that the fire poses a very real threat to him as well, except she's unfortunately between him and the stairway. thus, he ignores her, promptly grabs the scroll, and climbs onto the railing.
... well, there's entrapta down below now. ray frowns, before he flings his knife at her.
ideally, that'll distract her long enough for him to make his next questionable decision—which is to jump. he is not, however, trying to die (otherwise, he'd just tackle catra and have them both burn, really), and so as he falls, he manages to grab onto the second floor railing to stop himself. he winces at the pain that shoots through his arm, but there's little time to deal with it as he lets go, allowing himself to drop to the courtyard below with a heavy thud.
tugging at his bracelet, he gets up. run. he needs to run—]
[ ever since she ate the lucky pepper, entrapta's managed to climb up the majima statue with ease --- somehow --- without her hair, and has been waiting there with her dart, looking for the perfect shot. it's hard when they keep moving around --- also she's kind of just distracted by ray in general. especially the greek fire. ]
[ enough that she lets out a very unsubtle "ooooh". good thing ray's already noticed her!! and throwing a knife at her. she manages to dodge (thanks, lucky pepper) --- and well, it looks like there's no time to waste. ]
Oh, you have quite an arsenal! I'll have to take a look later.
[ she aims, fires and -- well. it's gonna hit him him right in the ass as he's getting up. success!! ]
Ray, please don't fight. I don't want this to be unnecessarily painful for you. And I'm interested in where you got that fire....
[ entrapta: getting distracted in the middle of a murder after all. ]
it's not death he's afraid of. he just hates the idea of someone else calling it for him; a method like this, even more so.
so entrapta can talk all she likes. with his remaining energy (have to fight back, doesn't matter if it won't change things, like he'd just accept this), he takes out a rock—]
Fuck you!
[—and proceed to fling it right at entrapta. he doesn't wait to see if it hits (he knows it will), instead struggling to get away. somehow.
[ wow their show is g-rated don't say fuck!!!! she yelps loudly and tries to dodge -- but somehow the rock hits her square on the ass. ]
[ yeah, the ass. it's ray's revenge. if not for the lucky pepper--- she would have fallen right off the statue, but she manages to stay on, despite screeching at the pain a little. ]
Fascinating! And painful! [ well at least he knows she's always like this... regardless of whether she's killing or not. ] The rock's trajectory did not adhere to the laws of physics at all!
[ now she starts to climb down the statue, since she's confident ray won't be conscious for long. she took extra care to make sure it worked quickly, and effectively, so that he'd feel as little as possible. ]
.... I am sorry, Ray. I wish we could have been true allies.
[as his vision sways and his balance fails him, he falls to the ground. still, he manages to look over his shoulder, letting out a bark of mirthless laughter as he does so.
maybe someone else would ask why, or say, i thought we were friends. to be honest, as his mind grows hazy, ray's first thought is more along the lines of, well, no wonder you have trouble making friends if you go around killing them.
the look he gives entrapta is nothing short of fury, because apology absolutely not accepted, thanks. he looks as if he wants to say something, but—ah, damn it. is this how it ends? so pathetic... would mama be laughing at him, he wonders. that this is all a full scorer amounts to.
he hates that she's the last thing he thinks of—a mocking smile, and a lullaby—before everything goes black.]
[ Catra's mostly been watching this whole time, partially because it felt almost... too personal to interrupt, and partially because her feet hurt like a motherfucker. Still, she strolls over (okay, more like, awkwardly limps over, adrenaline is done, but shut up) to peer at Ray's fallen form blankly. ]
You know, if you felt that strongly about it, we could've picked someone else. [ it's conversational, because-- well. too late now. she takes a knife out of her pocket, holding it loosely by the blade, handle pointed towards Entrapta, but: ] I can finish it.
[ she's giving her the option one last time, at least. ]
[ wow ray, this is the first time she's ever killed anyone, thanks. her friends abandoned her before she did anything evil** ]
[** aka a sad plot misunderstanding to justify why she's with catra now. ray's fury does seem to make her sad, though he probably won't notice that before he passes out. ]
No, it is logical. He would never truly be on our side, and he had a drive to win, as well.....
[ she takes the knife. ]
I will make it quick and painless one I am certain of his lack of consciousness. [ she's not getting close until he's totally conked out, thanks. ] I have enough knowledge of the human body to do that.
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... Then she laughs, wild and delighted. ]
Oh, wow. Hey, Ray. Switched to night walking, huh? See, this is why it had to be you. You're the cleverest of the bunch. I really am gonna be sorry to see you go.
[ it's very confident, for a girl who just nearly got shot-- but maybe it's warranted, considering she's vaulting a ridiculous height up to try and reach Ray-- she thinks she's got the advantage if she corners him, though she's mainly keeping an eye on the gun. ]
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he won't bother with responding, because unlike catra, he can't really afford the banter, but he'll give her a sharp smile. fuck you!
scribbling down something on the scroll, he keeps firing at catra, however off his accuracy is now with just one hand holding onto his gun. when catra comes too close within range, though, he's going to do what you definitely do with guns and throw it right at her.
and then, without missing a beat (he's already decided; it'll be this one), he takes out his hidden knife and slashes at her. stabbing would really be more ideal for the damage, but with her agility, he knows even injuring her at all is what he should aim for.]
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Nothing? Don't be so mad. I'm not even planning to make it hurt. Considering some people here would make kids like you drink acid--
[ but whatever shitty joke she was about to say she doesn't get to finish, because he throws the gun at her and she's so taken by surprise at that that she just... catches it, fumbling-- and she sees him coming for the slash and reflexively tries to just round kick him at the same time since her hands are occupied, claws out-- resulting in his slash succeeding and she jumps back slightly with another hiss, tossing the gun away behind her. rude. ]
Alright, maybe now I'll make it hurt. You're seriously annoying.
[ he might have a knife, but she's confidently dodged swords-- so the gun out of range, she leaps towards him once more, claws at the ready because i already made a claws out joke ]
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that'll get one line out of ray.]
That's the idea.
[and he's about to get more annoying, because with one hand now free, he detaches a jar of green flames from his belt (it's called not opening the jar until you need to; but now is that time) and throws it at catra.
she might want to dodge. ... though it'll only help so much, because it turns out that the jar is
kind of a bomb.
upon impact, greek fire bursts forth and quickly starts spreading, so have fun with that.]
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but it isn't just a jar. the one downside to her not wearing shoes is that once the floor is on fire? so are her feet (and her pants, but like she cares about that right now), and that gets an actual scream out of her. she's not thinking about how to best get to ray when that happens, just how to get the hell out of dodge, but once she's moved back closer to the staircase on a railing-- panting, gritting her teeth and pretending it doesn't hurt like a motherfucker--
well. ]
Are you nuts?! You're in the middle of that too!
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she's also not wrong that the fire poses a very real threat to him as well, except she's unfortunately between him and the stairway. thus, he ignores her, promptly grabs the scroll, and climbs onto the railing.
... well, there's entrapta down below now. ray frowns, before he flings his knife at her.
ideally, that'll distract her long enough for him to make his next questionable decision—which is to jump. he is not, however, trying to die (otherwise, he'd just tackle catra and have them both burn, really), and so as he falls, he manages to grab onto the second floor railing to stop himself. he winces at the pain that shoots through his arm, but there's little time to deal with it as he lets go, allowing himself to drop to the courtyard below with a heavy thud.
tugging at his bracelet, he gets up. run. he needs to run—]
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[ enough that she lets out a very unsubtle "ooooh". good thing ray's already noticed her!! and throwing a knife at her. she manages to dodge (thanks, lucky pepper) --- and well, it looks like there's no time to waste. ]
Oh, you have quite an arsenal! I'll have to take a look later.
[ she aims, fires and -- well. it's gonna hit him him right in the ass as he's getting up. success!! ]
Ray, please don't fight. I don't want this to be unnecessarily painful for you. And I'm interested in where you got that fire....
[ entrapta: getting distracted in the middle of a murder after all. ]
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it's not death he's afraid of. he just hates the idea of someone else calling it for him; a method like this, even more so.
so entrapta can talk all she likes. with his remaining energy (have to fight back, doesn't matter if it won't change things, like he'd just accept this), he takes out a rock—]
Fuck you!
[—and proceed to fling it right at entrapta. he doesn't wait to see if it hits (he knows it will), instead struggling to get away. somehow.
god-fucking-damnit.]
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[ yeah, the ass. it's ray's revenge. if not for the lucky pepper--- she would have fallen right off the statue, but she manages to stay on, despite screeching at the pain a little. ]
Fascinating! And painful! [ well at least he knows she's always like this... regardless of whether she's killing or not. ] The rock's trajectory did not adhere to the laws of physics at all!
[ now she starts to climb down the statue, since she's confident ray won't be conscious for long. she took extra care to make sure it worked quickly, and effectively, so that he'd feel as little as possible. ]
.... I am sorry, Ray. I wish we could have been true allies.
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maybe someone else would ask why, or say, i thought we were friends. to be honest, as his mind grows hazy, ray's first thought is more along the lines of, well, no wonder you have trouble making friends if you go around killing them.
the look he gives entrapta is nothing short of fury, because apology absolutely not accepted, thanks. he looks as if he wants to say something, but—ah, damn it. is this how it ends? so pathetic... would mama be laughing at him, he wonders. that this is all a full scorer amounts to.
he hates that she's the last thing he thinks of—a mocking smile, and a lullaby—before everything goes black.]
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You know, if you felt that strongly about it, we could've picked someone else. [ it's conversational, because-- well. too late now. she takes a knife out of her pocket, holding it loosely by the blade, handle pointed towards Entrapta, but: ] I can finish it.
[ she's giving her the option one last time, at least. ]
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[** aka a sad plot misunderstanding to justify why she's with catra now. ray's fury does seem to make her sad, though he probably won't notice that before he passes out. ]
No, it is logical. He would never truly be on our side, and he had a drive to win, as well.....
[ she takes the knife. ]
I will make it quick and painless one I am certain of his lack of consciousness. [ she's not getting close until he's totally conked out, thanks. ] I have enough knowledge of the human body to do that.