[ 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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[ 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.