[ It has not been that long since Outis and Arlecchino's previous encounter.
Arlecchino has used Outis's washroom about once or twice since then, requiring it after long outings either with or for the Company, and Outis has simply left her to it whenever she comes around. Arlecchino smiles at her with that same cordial quirk of her red lips, crimson pupils glinting, and then she excuses herself each time, leaving Outis indifferent at best and irritated at worst.
They don't talk much. Not like they did when Outis had her stripped down in her tub and washed her for the first time. She hasn't washed her since, hasn't seen her—that way, again, but the thought often comes to Outis's mind. Their conversation; the way Arlecchino's black claws and nimble body had looked in the water.
Just as Arlecchino had said, she hadn't posed any threat to Dante. Under regular circumstance, Outis wouldn't care if that idiot was torn to shreds underneath the hands of Backstreets criminals or abnormalities, but it was essential that Dante stayed alive.
... Still though, there is something bitter left lingering in the back of Outis's mind, despite Arlecchino's presence being harmless enough. Was it because she'd made her think of things she could not yet afford to think of—her home?
Outis cannot usually sleep, so when she hears the familiar wrap of knuckles against her door in the bus's corridor, she's awake to receive the only visitor she gets. ]
How much longer will you be lurking around here? [ Outis makes it a point to use a word that devalues Arlecchino's purpose here with the Company, for no other reason but because it's in her nature to be underhanded. ] Hah, you might as well be one of the Sinners at this point! Never have we had a guest aboard for this long a time... most have died before they even reached Mephistopheles. [ Which is... crude, if not true. ] Though, I suppose it's admirable you're actually managing to hold your own, even without the support of the Executive Manager.
[ All that after opening the door. ]
You look a mess, [ Outis says, noticing more than a bit of wear on one of those nice, fancy suits Arlecchino usually wears. Outis could very well antagonize her, but instead, she offers: ] Do you need somewhere to recover a bit, then?
[ Having been replaying Arlecchino's words in her head from the last time they had any real conversation, she remembers that she'd said she would only come to her if she had questions that needed to be answered. ]
Arlecchino may have remained cordial after irritating the other woman in multiple ways, but it was an amusing distraction. She would simply come and go like a reminder that she was still there. Or that was the idea, knowing just how much she got under her skin. There was nothing more than that with a purely antagonistic view between them. Even if she hasn't dared to press too far. Not yet anyway with the way her empty voids called eyes had the crimson of them dangerously glint like Outis noticed.
As of now, she's grown irritated herself. There was no sign of returning still and as much as she does get some manner of enjoyment from that distraction; there was little else to keep her mind off it. Often times she would try to explore a little without straying too far to learn the environment whilst they were off on their other expeditions. If she was going to make the most of it then she would need to memorize her new hunting ground.
She did not pose a threat to them anyway. Even if Arlecchino feels as though Dante was incompetent and wished they would grow some manner of a backbone within them; she could not complain much about their willingness to put up with her and the others around them. She would give them that but her opinion remains lowly in any case once she looks over the wear and tear from her more recent attempt of looking around.
A fight. She got out just fine but it isn't as though she can handle multiple were they to keep coming as they did, the tear of her suit is proof enough. The abnormalities were far more different than the denizens of the Abyss she could from time to time sink her claws into and truly more different than people. It almost makes her wonder just what they were thinking when they made such things though this was another roadblock of many in returning home. With nothing bearing fruit it was just annoying. Combing around areas they missed, attempting to ask the Fixer, Vergilius, what she could given she tries not to set him off.
Specifically because she would prefer to stay on his good side, but it would seem that her odds are pointing toward her being better off waiting than trying to rush the process in a way. It's what causes her to have to swallow that pride of hers just enough to knock upon the door of Outis. Unable to sleep and unfortunately needing to pick the brain of someone that can be considered an equal in their little game they're playing. If not just doing this to distract herself again once the other speaks.) Sadly my way home will take some time. However, I will admit that things are not without their hitches. I can handle myself well enough in a fight is all I will tell you, far too well at that. (Nothing threatening but factual. She hasn't mentioned anyway just how the ranks of the Harbinger's works. Her rank is fourth for a reason and that was something she would keep silent. Unless pushed to fight them, in which case she would make sure they learn.
Once the door opens, she didn't say a word else. The torn sleeve near looked out of place, partially because of the unexpected fight and more because she tended to keep her clothes pristine. She stayed out their way specifically to not let them learn too much, mainly for her own comfort given that there is far too much at stake were she left there for any longer.)
Yes, actually. (She can admit that. She did come to ask that and to think over more suitable questions in exchange. Her claws ached from using them as excessively as she had in place of her weapon; from a certain curiosity on if it were possible given she's used them in combination with her vision and delusion on occasion. If she were 'disarmed' that is.) I will also try not to intrude for long, given it's late and I assume you would want to rest sooner rather than later.
(Or that's her hope. That tension between them is still there but nothing large or substantial to worry about. It isn't like she's going to be undressed again though she keeps that to herself.) Unless you also have something you desire to ask me. (Whether she answers or not is up to Arlecchino though, if Outis were to have anything she would press about. Truthfully she just needed time to gather her own thoughts, maybe mend her suit jacket given that was on her for being careless enough.
She considers it fortunate that she didn't lose more than just a sleeve though she would ask her own questions after. That is, if she could figure out a starting point.) If you rather me not, that is fine all the same. (Might as well offer that too, she still does need to play nice here even since she is their guest. She didn't need to take social missteps that could give herself problems to deal with on the way out.)
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[ It has not been that long since Outis and Arlecchino's previous encounter.
Arlecchino has used Outis's washroom about once or twice since then, requiring it after long outings either with or for the Company, and Outis has simply left her to it whenever she comes around. Arlecchino smiles at her with that same cordial quirk of her red lips, crimson pupils glinting, and then she excuses herself each time, leaving Outis indifferent at best and irritated at worst.
They don't talk much. Not like they did when Outis had her stripped down in her tub and washed her for the first time. She hasn't washed her since, hasn't seen her—that way, again, but the thought often comes to Outis's mind. Their conversation; the way Arlecchino's black claws and nimble body had looked in the water.
Just as Arlecchino had said, she hadn't posed any threat to Dante. Under regular circumstance, Outis wouldn't care if that idiot was torn to shreds underneath the hands of Backstreets criminals or abnormalities, but it was essential that Dante stayed alive.
... Still though, there is something bitter left lingering in the back of Outis's mind, despite Arlecchino's presence being harmless enough. Was it because she'd made her think of things she could not yet afford to think of—her home?
Outis cannot usually sleep, so when she hears the familiar wrap of knuckles against her door in the bus's corridor, she's awake to receive the only visitor she gets. ]
How much longer will you be lurking around here? [ Outis makes it a point to use a word that devalues Arlecchino's purpose here with the Company, for no other reason but because it's in her nature to be underhanded. ] Hah, you might as well be one of the Sinners at this point! Never have we had a guest aboard for this long a time... most have died before they even reached Mephistopheles. [ Which is... crude, if not true. ] Though, I suppose it's admirable you're actually managing to hold your own, even without the support of the Executive Manager.
[ All that after opening the door. ]
You look a mess, [ Outis says, noticing more than a bit of wear on one of those nice, fancy suits Arlecchino usually wears. Outis could very well antagonize her, but instead, she offers: ] Do you need somewhere to recover a bit, then?
[ Having been replaying Arlecchino's words in her head from the last time they had any real conversation, she remembers that she'd said she would only come to her if she had questions that needed to be answered. ]
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Arlecchino may have remained cordial after irritating the other woman in multiple ways, but it was an amusing distraction. She would simply come and go like a reminder that she was still there. Or that was the idea, knowing just how much she got under her skin. There was nothing more than that with a purely antagonistic view between them. Even if she hasn't dared to press too far. Not yet anyway with the way her empty voids called eyes had the crimson of them dangerously glint like Outis noticed.
As of now, she's grown irritated herself. There was no sign of returning still and as much as she does get some manner of enjoyment from that distraction; there was little else to keep her mind off it. Often times she would try to explore a little without straying too far to learn the environment whilst they were off on their other expeditions. If she was going to make the most of it then she would need to memorize her new hunting ground.
She did not pose a threat to them anyway. Even if Arlecchino feels as though Dante was incompetent and wished they would grow some manner of a backbone within them; she could not complain much about their willingness to put up with her and the others around them. She would give them that but her opinion remains lowly in any case once she looks over the wear and tear from her more recent attempt of looking around.
A fight. She got out just fine but it isn't as though she can handle multiple were they to keep coming as they did, the tear of her suit is proof enough. The abnormalities were far more different than the denizens of the Abyss she could from time to time sink her claws into and truly more different than people. It almost makes her wonder just what they were thinking when they made such things though this was another roadblock of many in returning home. With nothing bearing fruit it was just annoying. Combing around areas they missed, attempting to ask the Fixer, Vergilius, what she could given she tries not to set him off.
Specifically because she would prefer to stay on his good side, but it would seem that her odds are pointing toward her being better off waiting than trying to rush the process in a way. It's what causes her to have to swallow that pride of hers just enough to knock upon the door of Outis. Unable to sleep and unfortunately needing to pick the brain of someone that can be considered an equal in their little game they're playing. If not just doing this to distract herself again once the other speaks.) Sadly my way home will take some time. However, I will admit that things are not without their hitches. I can handle myself well enough in a fight is all I will tell you, far too well at that. (Nothing threatening but factual. She hasn't mentioned anyway just how the ranks of the Harbinger's works. Her rank is fourth for a reason and that was something she would keep silent. Unless pushed to fight them, in which case she would make sure they learn.
Once the door opens, she didn't say a word else. The torn sleeve near looked out of place, partially because of the unexpected fight and more because she tended to keep her clothes pristine. She stayed out their way specifically to not let them learn too much, mainly for her own comfort given that there is far too much at stake were she left there for any longer.)
Yes, actually. (She can admit that. She did come to ask that and to think over more suitable questions in exchange. Her claws ached from using them as excessively as she had in place of her weapon; from a certain curiosity on if it were possible given she's used them in combination with her vision and delusion on occasion. If she were 'disarmed' that is.) I will also try not to intrude for long, given it's late and I assume you would want to rest sooner rather than later.
(Or that's her hope. That tension between them is still there but nothing large or substantial to worry about. It isn't like she's going to be undressed again though she keeps that to herself.) Unless you also have something you desire to ask me. (Whether she answers or not is up to Arlecchino though, if Outis were to have anything she would press about. Truthfully she just needed time to gather her own thoughts, maybe mend her suit jacket given that was on her for being careless enough.
She considers it fortunate that she didn't lose more than just a sleeve though she would ask her own questions after. That is, if she could figure out a starting point.) If you rather me not, that is fine all the same. (Might as well offer that too, she still does need to play nice here even since she is their guest. She didn't need to take social missteps that could give herself problems to deal with on the way out.)