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

[sinkships]

"And thus I pose my previous question and this additional one. Is there a way to proof the paper against saliva?"

[eatsyourscience]

Souji thinks for a second. "I guess you could lacquer it when you're done."

[sinkships]

"That sounds needlessly complex and somewhat unhelpful as I would need something to use during the folding process."

It's a pity that ancient Alternia has spaceships, but no concept of lamination.

[eatsyourscience]

"Yeah. You can get paper with plastic on it, but it wouldn't fold easily."

Souji considers the paper for a minute then looks up at her.

"You'd have to just not lick it."

[sinkships]

"I accept this challenge of difficult to fold paper! I refuse to stifle my tastebuds simply because human paper is so frail."

[eatsyourscience]

"...Is troll paper more sturdy?"

[sinkships]

"It falls more along the line of parchment, and has been known to last for centuries. Only we on the planet still use it."

[eatsyourscience]

"I'll see if I can find you something more like that, if you really want to try this."

He's more interested in other things though.

"Do most of you not live on the planet?"

[sinkships]

"It is simply something to do while I am here. If I can manage to learn a few new things during my time here, I will consider it less of a waste."

She considers how best to answer the question for a moment, staring at nothing before nodding to herself.

"It is not quite so simple as that. The majority of my race are members of the conquering forces of our army. A few who have the luxury to do so, or do not seek glory, remain behind on the planet. Those like myself remain behind out of duty. Someone must make sure that they do not raze our planet to the ground with such violent whimsies."

[eatsyourscience]

"Are trolls that violent?"

[sinkships]

"As a species, we are prone to violence. It simply gets worse the further you go up the hemospectrum. My own caste is one of the last bastions of somewhat-self-control. Above me, most of the other blue-bloods are fickle and easily swayed to anger and violence."

It is poignantly sad and a little amusing that Redglare, with all her zeal and pride and mild insanity, is considered stable in her universe.

[eatsyourscience]

Souji is thinking something along those lines.

"I'll remember that." He taps his fingers on the table in rhythm. "And I'll get you better paper."

[sinkships]

Redglare taps a corresponding rhythm out with her cane before getting up. She places her poorly re-folded origami onto his bed and nods, satisfied.

"Excellent. And I will see you midnight twice a week when you have the time. We'll make a respectable swords person out of you."

Beat.

"You may need to bring a first aid kit."

[eatsyourscience]

"Got it." Souji gets up too, just to be polite. "I'll see you then."

AND A YEAR LATER WE ARE DONE

[sinkships]

Redglare inclines her head politely, steps out and kicks the door closed behind her.

Today has been a good day so far.