oh no she's hot [OPEN]

[sinkships]

Who: Neophyte Reglare and anyone getting ambushed.
Where: All around the mansion
When: Few days Post-event
Rating: I'll say PG-13 until further notice.
Summary: Reglare is kicking down doors, dropping down from ceilings, and generally interrogating people about their whereabouts during the event last week. However, kicking down door is also how she greets people normally, so she may just be popping by to say hello.
The Story:
Redglare wants answers, and unlike her descendant, she isn't exactly keen on getting them by asking nicely. Or asking. Or being nice. This is because Redglare is generally awful, but at the least she is quite consistent about it.

Meeting people is also a prerogative of hers, mostly people who will tell her what she wants to know. And you know what gets people to talk?

Fear.

But she isn't a subjuggulator and she doesn't have Pyralspite, and even though she doesn't need them, apparently hardcore interrogation techniques are frowned upon. Just the many ways this mansion is consistently disappointing.

So she has instead opted for surprise. Which is almost as good.

No matter who you are, where you are, what you're doing, Redglare is coming. If you're wandering the halls? BAM! Coming from the ceiling! If you're minding your business in your room? BAM! Front door kicked in! If you are out in the yard? BAM! tripping you with her cane.

Faces will be licked. Lies will be revealed. Questions will be asked.

Nothing was good and everything was Redglare.

She wants answers people, and she is getting them one way or another.

Comments

[shiroganefortune]

For her part, Naoto never has been one to enjoy having her privacy intruded upon and so when someone kicks down her door, her instinct is to stand and point her pistol at the intruder. That said intruder happens to be grey with horns isn't making her want to drop her guard.

"If you wished to speak to me, you had only to knock."

[sinkships]

Redglare grins and and taps the dragon head of her cane into her palm, like an officer with her baton. "The law doesn't knock. I would recommend putting down the pistol," she sniffs, "boy..." And again with the sniffing, "Girl. It makes you looks suspicious."

Redglare walks into the room like she doesn't care about about the pistol at all, but when you're blind, you don't really need peripheral vision. Her nose is on in the entire time. "I am Neophyte Redglare," she says with a small smirk "A legislacerator. And I would like to ask you a few questions."

[shiroganefortune]

Naoto's not letting down her guard that easily. Of course, that she needs her pistol to summon her Persona plays into that too. "The law is bound by regulations. Even with a warrant, we do not simply barge into people's homes without warning, certainly not for routine questioning. At least I assume this is routine since I know I have done nothing which would place me under suspicion."

Yeah, someone picked the wrong person to talk law at.

[sinkships]

Yeah, someone did pick the wrong person to talk law at, and that person would be Ms. Shirogane.

Redglare gives her little speech the most bemused of looks, like someone who once attempted waiting things out and watched it all backfire in a most hilarious manner right into someone else's face. "Obtaining warrants and orders is often a waste of time. What if the perpetrator has since moved on in the time it took you to follow your human law. I understand the need for red tape, but humans seem to have a lot of unnecessary pointless swaths of it interfering in their inferior brand of the law."

Redglare waves her cane after she's done speaking, like she's clearing the cobwebs of useless words out of the air, before continuing with a more meaningful statement. "Name, occupation, location during the recent events, as well as your role in them."

[urnewkingbitch]

Dave was enjoying waffles drowned in syrup and topped with powdered sugar for lunch. He didn't even flinch when the door was abruptly kicked down. He just finished his bite of deliciousness and gave her a glance.

"Now I know where Terezi gets it from."

[sinkships]

Redglare quirks a brow before shrugging. Because Dave? Dave gets ~*~special treatment~*~. Not in the eyes of the law of course, seeing as he's:
A. Human
and
B. ALL ARE EQUAL IN THE EYES OF THE LAW
But the special treatment is mostly because Redglare is nosy and licky and wants to know who is currently in a pale quadrant with her darling little protege.

Come to her, Dave. WHOOPS! TOO LATE! She is coming at you. To lick your face. Shhhh, only slobber now.

[urnewkingbitch]

Just one more thing he's used to. Just not from an adult troll. It's only a little creepy, but not enough to be like he needs an adult. He just calmly takes the tongue bath like a man.

It's like having dogs, jeez.

[sinkships]

Allow me to take a breif segue from this subject to talk about Redglare's tongue. Her tongue is something like a puppy, easily excited and able to get into just about anything. When it isn't licking things, it's somewhat docile and boring and gray, kind of like an extremely old dog who has just had enough of everything.

Right now though? Distinctively more excited and terrible. She is doing it. She is going for his eyes. She is going to lick his eyeball.

[eatsyourscience]

Souji's surprisingly calm about someone kicking his door in. Sitting at his table and surrounded by colored origami animals, he looks up and hardly even narrows his eyes as he considers Redglare. This doesn't mean he's not on alert--he's tense now, ready to summon or find a weapon if necessary--but he's waiting before he decides this is a combat situation.

That, and Redglare looks like a grown up Terezi, and that is just very interesting. "Hi."

[sinkships]

She's not expecting calmness from a lot of people, but apparently everyone here is damn near unflappable. Unflappableness was apparently given out like fucking Troll Mardi Gras beads. Lift your shirt and get a stoic fucking mannerism befitting of a highly sophisticated blue-blood.

Redglare lives up to her name and glares at him trough her glasses, sniffing at him with a good deal of interest, tongue flicking out to towards he delicious blur that represents him. Mysterious, hmm?

"Name, occupation, location and role during the event this past week or so," she barks, tapping her cane on the floor. "And I will need a sample of your taste for my records." Technically? Not a lie.

"Chop chop." With trolls, that is occasionally a very literal phrase.

[eatsyourscience]

A sample? "You're going to lick me?"

It's not that he's against giving the information she wants. He just wants to clear this part up first. He might need to find a towel.

[sinkships]

"Ad sniff you as well. It is tantamount that all information regarding a persons scent and taste be recorded for posterity."

Redglare dislikes mysterious people, and is trying to sort out whether or not he smell mysterious or of mysteries. They are, after all, two different things, one which represents hiding something and one which represents looking for something. She prefers the latter, as it is similar to being an investigator; something she can relate to.

"Stand still," she says slowly, reaching for his face in an attempt to pull it close.

And then I edited it a million times 9_9

[reckless_eagle]

Ever since Lithuania came back to the mansion, Poland has stopped wearing his dresses.

It isn't like he wore them all the time in the first place, so he tries to act like it isn't a big deal. He could wear them, if he wanted to! It's just that, well, things got all kinds of complicated, and after how badly his anguished declaration of love went at home, he's in no rush to have any more awkward conversations about things about himself he can't really change that might or might not send him to Hell. Best to just keep it quiet, in the interest of salvaging their friendship as much as possible.

Still... the closets are such a nice source of cute clothes, he just can't pass up the opportunity to play with them sometimes! So, you know, while Lithuania's out, surely there isn't any harm in just playing a little dress-up...

The bottom line that I'm getting at here is that, well, the overwhelming smell of guilt and panic when he whirls to face the busted-down door doesn't actually have to do with anything he's done wrong. And has everything to do with the frilly skirt he's rocking.

"...Terezi? Did you like, just get old or something?"

Relief. Such relief.

[sinkships]

Troll romance doesn't distinguish between gender, and Redglare gives fuck all about the clothes she's smelling on Poland, even though that is a very strange skirt to be smelling on what she is pretty sure is a him. Because really, frills? How impractical.

"I'm not Terezi," She says with a small chuckle, "but I'm more interested in you at the moment. Mostly in your guilt and sudden smell of relief. What are you hiding, hm?"

[reckless_eagle]

"Wait, no, like, back up. What are you doing in my room?" That seemed to him like... okay, like it was in the top 5 most pressing issues of the moment.

[sinkships]

"Investigating of course! And I will be asking the question here, you extremely guilty-seeming gentleman."

Pish-posh to your priorities and pressing problems! It's time to play detective, and when she plays, Redglare plays to win.

[usskickass]

Beiste's busy putting together a rulebook for her secret upcoming game of capture the flag. She figures it'll be a nicer way to get aggressions out than whatever the hell happened last week, and well. She missed the Super Bowl. Something's gotta give.

She's in the middle of writing out the rule about not stabbin' people with your horns when the door comes bursting off its hinges.

"Holy-- wh-- Terezi?" Beiste's flown up against the opposite wall, eyes wide and not totally focused. "No...wait, you're that other one."

[sinkships]

"That is the second time today someone has mistaken me for my decendent. I'm rather unsure as to whether or not it is because we look similar, yet disimilar, or tht our actions are very much alike. I suppose I should be proud," she cackles at the thought of Terezi ambushing massive amounts of people. Ah, the spring of youth.

"But enough of that," she states, slapping her cane into her palm, "Name, occupation, role in the recent event and..."

Sniff sniff sniff.

Her nose zooms in on the rulebook as much as noses can zoom in, and she makes a beeline for it, licking her lips. "What have we here?"

[usskickass]

Beiste takes into account that this lady is, essentially, Terezi's great great whatever, and allows her to get a big whiff. "You guys do look really similar. Just saying."

She watches the woman, still vaguely shocked to see an troll. It seems odd to think of them getting any older than the ones she's seen.

"Name's Shannon Beiste. Back home I was a football coach. I kinda stayed out of that last event-- figured it wasn't worth arguing with anybody when they were that screwed up." Plus, Mark tried to stop things and it didn't work. Might as well let people get their aggressions out somehow.

And then if they had any left...

"This is a rulebook. I'm gonna set up a game of flag football. Guessin' you're into laws and stuff just like Terezi is?"

[sinkships]

"Ah! Football! This is a human sport, correct. I thought you smelled slightly like athletic activities. Leather and sweat mostly. And parfaits. Very interesting."

Redglare nods complacently with Shannon's response. Not a lie, obviously. She knows lies, and so far no one has the need to lie to her thus far. Good for them. She has a cell in her room just for liars and thieves.

"Into laws? I am a legislacerator, ma'am. Law is my life, my calling and my only purpose in life."

She is just, inhaling that rulebook. Mmmmm. Smells like Order.

[stealsluck]

Guess who very much doesn't want to see Redglare right now? Hint, if you said Vriska, you'd be right.

And so as the legislacerator drops in front of her, Vriska stops for all of a second before turning to walk away because nope, not dealing with you right now.

[sinkships]

Guess who's hocking the little dragon-head parts of her can through whatever loose clothing Vriska happens to be wearing? If you said Redglare, you'd be right. Stay and chat a little while...

"So I've managed to glean that you were quite busy during the recent events that befell the mansion-hive."

[stealsluck]

Vriska stops, reluctantly, only because stupid God Tier robes making her easier to catch. Doesn't mean she's turning around though.

"So? I know for a fact I wasn't the only one."

Even if most of that was by her instigation.

[turn4bout]

Terezi has the entire fourth floor to herself, which should be very obvious to anyone examining it. Her art is everywhere (chalk Tyrannys, courtrooms, parts of laws in various colors of chalk) and hanging Scalemates. The mansion seems to enjoy this interior decorating, so instead of its typical process of frequently consuming graffiti, it leaves it to accumulate. Or perhaps it realizes that the writing and art are, in fact, not graffiti, and that erasing written law is incredibly illegal. The latter is the most likely scenario.

By the time Redglare nears Terezi's room, she'll find her descendent waiting for her.

"Would it be incredibly improper for an untrained youth, such as myself, to tag along with a certified Neophyte for the day?"

[sinkships]

Redglare grins, pulling her cane out of the sheathe part of her cane-sword and taps Terezi on each shoulder, like a mock Knighting. Except not really because a Neophyte has no authority to bestow authority on someone else. Redglare sheathes her sword and nudges Terezi's forehead with the dragon-head of her cane in a gesture of camaraderie. "Of course you may, but I must ask you to be careful when you are eager to interfere in a way that prevents me from carrying out my investigations. Assisting is all well and good, however, you may only speak up in a manner of prevention three times. Use them wisely, Terezi Pyrope."

Law is serious shit. Law is such serious shit. The smile on her face is even a little serious.