All Hell Is About to Break Loose

[madpuppeteer]

So after all this time you come crawling back.

[ He scoffs. ]

Humans are such fickle creatures, aren't they? Pathetic. I almost pity you.

[ The keyword there being "almost". Relius Clover isn't the kind of man to ever show pity. ]

Now then, shall we begin?

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SCREAM

[tracerfist]

[...You.]

Relius Clover.

Madamosiselle, I bid thee welcome!

[madpuppeteer]

[ That's his name, girl. Don't wear it out. ]

Ah, a challenger?

[ He smirks. ]

More like a sacrifice.

oh my god it's a Relius i am so stupidly excited

[tracerfist]

[She'll wear it out and you can't stop her. Nyeh nyeh.]

...Shut up.

[That word makes her furious. "Sacrifice"? As if.]

Aw~! I glad to see such enthusiasm

[madpuppeteer]

I'm intrigued.

[ A light chuckle rang from the demented scientist as he stepped forward. ]

What purpose do you serve here, hm? Your company is less than desirable.

[tracerfist]

You're no prize yourself.

[Bullet doesn't react to Relius's approach beyond leaning back ever-so-slightly. This man has ruined her life. Ruined so many lives.]

[moonbreaker]

C-Colonel Clover! You're here, too?

[controlls]

Begin? What's the matter, Colonel? Didn't you enjoy your nap? I hear the elderly enjoy taking those every now and again.

[Maybe that's why you're so cranky~]

[madpuppeteer]

[ He barely even acknowledges her. ]

I do believe my presence alone serves as an answer.

[madpuppeteer]

Hazama.

[ He almost smirked at the captain. Keyword being 'almost'. Relius isn't in the mood for jokes today. ]

What purpose does your presence serve here?

[madpuppeteer]

Then I suppose the feeling is mutual.

[ He grinned somewhat. ]

I have no business with the likes of you. Your fallen comrades did well enough to quench my curiosity.

[tracerfist]

No. I've got questions, and you have answers. You're going to tell me why. Why you led them to their deaths.

[She glowered angrily, fists half-raised in an aggressive manner.]

[moonbreaker]

I guess it does, huh? My mistake! Ahahah... eh...

[The laugh sounds hollow even to Makoto's ears.]

[controlls]

[Aw, now don't be like that, Colonel. He was only having a bit of fun!

...but ah well. Show's over, it seems. Or it would be if Hazama gave a shit about another's feelings. He feigns looking apologetic, shifting a bit as he rubs the back of his neck. The whole ruse lasts...about five seconds before his serpentine grin is back in full.]

Oh-ho, as straight to the point as ever. Normally I'd shoot the shit with you a little while longer, but this conversation sounds like it'll be a lot more fun. After all, what could make you of all people think that a silly thing like "purpose" matters in good ole' Dear_Mun.