[Backdated to Sunday]

[Locked from Summoner and the eyes of children]

-I'll kill you, I swear it, you reject of slurry, you waste of genetic material. I will kill you and break your horns off and wear them as earrings you- [There's a loud crash, Mindfang having attempted to throw herself at the other blue blood, fury in her eyes only to be pulled to the side by some force and slammed into a desk.] FUCK YOU! I will destroy you Expatriate, I will show you what a piece of hoofbeast manure you are, what a runt of a barkbeast pup you are and I will shatter every bone in your body I, I... I will- [This goes on, a lovely background noise for all. Someone cover the ears of children pls.]

[Darkleer, in the meanwhile, seems to be quite calm. In fact, one could almost call him smug as he watches Mindfang in her fury. Then again, maybe it's the outfit that's caught so much of his attention. Anyone who knows Kanaya Maryam's work in fashion might be able to see her influence in the stunning dress, a lovely mixture of Victorian style and French Rococo. There is most certainly a corset involved. There's even some lovely jewelry around her neck! Nice, isn't it?]

[He reaches up as if to rest his fingers by his temple, glasses still on, and the Marquise seems to stiffen, body clearly being forced into straightening out. Just as stiffly, she seems to reach for a teapot so that she can pour a cup. There is a clear inner struggle in her fighting against something- it is quite possible that she wants to toss the pot at his head.]

[Darkleer just starts to speak.]

Isn't it amazing what a bath and a change of clothing can accomplish? While bestowed with a lovely title such as Marquise, our dear Lady Spinneret Mindfang was nothing but a ragged, crude, disgusting little pirate wench. Now she looks as a proper highblood should. [A tsk.] Alas, she is still merely a cerulean blood and must care for her betters.

That said, would anyone care to visit for a cup of tea? [He gives a smirk.] I am certain the good Marquise would adore serving some more.

[Mindfang gives him a clearly furious look at this, her hand tightening on the teapot and god does she want to hit him with it. But instead her arm just gently puts the teapot down, Mindfang slowly turning a shade of blue]

You mother fucking bucket slut, I am going to choke you with your hair, you will never see anyother moonrise, I will slaughter you and use your teeth as bullets you wiggler-

[There's a hard kick aimed at the table and yet again Mindfang attempts to attack him]

[Dualscar isn't in his usual outfit. His outfit is more like yellow pyjamas, and don't forget the codpiece, which juts out in all its glory.

He's tried to change out of it so many times ydek.

He's got a large stringed instrument resting on his shoulder as if it were really a club, and there's purple blood stains on his cheek from a minor cut]

I'm fuckin' sick a this curse, but apparently it's not ovver yet. I need someone wwho's not intensely annoyin' to deal wwith wwho is up to enterin' battle along wwith me on account a the fact that these instruments ain't all that good for bashin' things.

Wwho's up for it?

[There's been a break in the rain up on the island, and the SFC broadcasts a stretch of beach, the sand damp and the sky cloudy and dark. That doesn't seem to bother the beach's two inhabitants, a pair of trolls near the water, one with nubby horns and a dark cloak that billows and ripples behind him in the breeze, and another all in yellow, lying down, his head resting against the other's thigh.]

It's hard. I know it is.

[Signless' voice is soft and reassuring. He obviously doesn't realize the device is recording, let alone broadcasting.]

If it wasn't hard, it wouldn't mean anything. Part of the sacrifice is giving up the emotions that are easier, the ones that come more naturally, and letting yourself breathe free again.

[Psii makes a soft noise that the SFC barely picks up and shifts, the bones of his shoulders pinching together on his back, clearly visible under his shirt, and moves a little closer to Signless.]

Being like this, though, you're giving the other person so much power over yourself, letting this desire occupy such large parts of your day, and if you aren't careful, it's going to consume you entirely. Do you remember the fires in the plains on Alternia? When the grass would get so dry, and then there would be a single spark, and the entire prairie would be ablaze? Hatred is like the sun that dries the grass out, and revenge is the spark that starts the conflagration.

[Signless pauses, looking out at the water for awhile before continuing.]

I've struggled with this too, you know. It's very hard for me to think about... about the Empress and what she'll do--what she did, and not want to hate her. But then, that's giving her too much credit. That's giving her more power over my life than she needs. That's what she would want, for me to spend all my time thinking of ways to try and get revenge. [his voice hardens, becomes steely] Not that she doesn't deserve it.

[It evens out again, becoming soft and gentle once more.]

I choose not to live that way, though. I choose to not give her that satisfaction, to not give her what she wants. I choose to forgive, and breathe free and easy.

You want to choose that too.

[OOC: answers can come from Signless or Psii or both!]

[ Mindfang looks kind of...frazzled when she turns the feed on. Her hair's rumpled like she's slept for a month (well, okay, she did), and she has a few fancy hats piled on her head. One of the hats tumbles down as she swings the camera around, and lands in a humongous pile of bee plushes just as she turns the camera to it. ]

Okay, just whose idea of a joke was this? It's not even funny, it's just weird and pointless!

[ She might also be a little freaked out that someone managed to sneak in and do all that while she was asleep...Mindfang is used to having very good reflexes. ]

And who put the damn robot in here, anyway?