This entire fight's been a shitshow. An unfair one. -- a deeply unfair one, in fact. It feels like everything's been working against him -- Reiji's shard being made vulnerable when Reiji has nothing to do with this far, Set going rogue despite his objects being held hostage, that insufferable fuck John deciding to backstab him -- and for no reason. Unfair. Unfair. Like hell he's going to just sit still and let keep things play out like this.
And so he's barely left Hayame's line of sight before he palms his lighter, flipping it open with one practiced movement. One more to spin the wheel, bringing forth the little flame. And the stockpile of supplies is just up ahead, barely a few paces away. He just needs to get a little closer and -- ]
-- ...
[ He whirls around to face the direction of Hayame's voice once more, forcing himself to straighten up his posture once more, ironing his expression flat to the best of his abilities. Though past the bulky shape of the tent, maybe Hayame can spot the way 'Liem's' shoulders are clearly rounded with tension, jaw clenched with what appears to be disdain. His gaze is dark. ]
... Hayame.
[ The way he calls her name, too, is cold. Almost disdainful. Gen, wearing Liem's face, simply stares down that absolutely moronic confirmation for a moment before responding flatly: ]
There is a time and place for everything. [ 'You dumb fucking bitch,' he thinks. ] Now hardly seems the time.
[ Is that an in-character answer? Who knows. Who cares? Gen certainly doesn't, because -- the deed's already done. Behind his back, the lighter's tiny flame springs forth, given further life by his spell-casting -- in a split second it jumps from its place atop his lighter to the nearest little twig comprising the storage area's wall, starting to eat away at the wood. The spread of the flames starts slow, not enough for Hayame to catch proper sight of from where she's standing. But maybe she'll notice the small signs that something is off -- the faint smell of smoke starting to build, a strange glow backlighting 'Liem's' figure ever so slightly, and the way 'Liem' returns something to his pocket. The way 'Liem' seems completely blind to these signs even as he continues to stare at her dismissively, a lip curling ever so slightly in what appears to be disdain. ]
Or are you really so incapable of being reasonable, even at times like this?
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This entire fight's been a shitshow. An unfair one. -- a deeply unfair one, in fact. It feels like everything's been working against him -- Reiji's shard being made vulnerable when Reiji has nothing to do with this far, Set going rogue despite his objects being held hostage, that insufferable fuck John deciding to backstab him -- and for no reason. Unfair. Unfair. Like hell he's going to just sit still and let keep things play out like this.
And so he's barely left Hayame's line of sight before he palms his lighter, flipping it open with one practiced movement. One more to spin the wheel, bringing forth the little flame. And the stockpile of supplies is just up ahead, barely a few paces away. He just needs to get a little closer and -- ]
-- ...
[ He whirls around to face the direction of Hayame's voice once more, forcing himself to straighten up his posture once more, ironing his expression flat to the best of his abilities. Though past the bulky shape of the tent, maybe Hayame can spot the way 'Liem's' shoulders are clearly rounded with tension, jaw clenched with what appears to be disdain. His gaze is dark. ]
... Hayame.
[ The way he calls her name, too, is cold. Almost disdainful. Gen, wearing Liem's face, simply stares down that absolutely moronic confirmation for a moment before responding flatly: ]
There is a time and place for everything. [ 'You dumb fucking bitch,' he thinks. ] Now hardly seems the time.
[ Is that an in-character answer? Who knows. Who cares? Gen certainly doesn't, because -- the deed's already done. Behind his back, the lighter's tiny flame springs forth, given further life by his spell-casting -- in a split second it jumps from its place atop his lighter to the nearest little twig comprising the storage area's wall, starting to eat away at the wood. The spread of the flames starts slow, not enough for Hayame to catch proper sight of from where she's standing. But maybe she'll notice the small signs that something is off -- the faint smell of smoke starting to build, a strange glow backlighting 'Liem's' figure ever so slightly, and the way 'Liem' returns something to his pocket. The way 'Liem' seems completely blind to these signs even as he continues to stare at her dismissively, a lip curling ever so slightly in what appears to be disdain. ]
Or are you really so incapable of being reasonable, even at times like this?