Thanks for actually bothering to specify thing time. [ She hasn't forgotten your sins, Baph.
She's also, in many ways, pissed that she can barely have a conversation with anyone these days without it coming around to this topic. ] You don't need to remind me. I was out at his city-wide murder/fuck party during the time loop when Inanna took him out. I know exactly how mind-blowingly shitty he's gotten.
I think Baal has some sort of ideas. At least that's what I got from his out-of-nowhere campaign promises.
You'd be surprised. Apparently we have some massive fuck-up once a month or so. And have you even talked to, say, the other ambassadors? Because they're the ones who're already trying.
But yeah. Persephone knows enough. [ She'd taken it fairly well, all things considered. Was the way she'd taken it back home "well" too? Cassandra had been so mad at her, she wasn't even sure. She should have known better. ] I'm not sure if she knows any of the meaty details. Like about her thing with Sakhmet. But she has the basic gist, and so does everyone else who isn't a murderous fucker in a mask.
I just fucking told you that I was out there trying to stop him! Unlike you, apparently! You can act like you're so much better than me when I see you doing the same thing.
Trolling him via text message is nothing compared to actually facing him.
Fuck you! You can't act superior and then say I'm the one who's doing it!
[ She really shouldn't let this get to her. Baphomet did try to kill her once. But screw him for this- for pretending this isn't horrible for her. ]
Let me know when you actually contribute to this instead of saying we should and fucking off about dildos. You're pretending you have some idea of how bad this is. But you don't.
Sounds no different from usual to me. I did, yeah. Briefly. And I expect I will again before too long, but it'll be more productive as a peer. That way we can talk about what we actually plan on getting done.
I was wondering about that. But if you didn't tell her then I'd assume not. She doesn't even know about her thing with me. [ ... But anyway, ] I won't sweat the small stuff. If everyone's up to speed on the important parts then that's all that really matters.
I'm trying to keep him involved. Best leash we can muster for now. He'll act out again, he'll do something to get our attention and people will get hurt because of it.
[ He's...not wrong. It's so annoying when someone like him is right about something. Hm. ]
If you're the one willing to get perved on for the foreseeable future, then go ahead. But you can't get anyone else involved unless you know they're willing and they can take it.
I'm not going anywhere near him. And we both know he can't get within a fucking mile of Dio.
I don't know if it's better or worse. The weird shit isn't always as bad as the stuff that's happened to us, unless it's threatening the entire fucking country. And somehow it tends to be even more inexplicable. You missed the fuckfest that was us getting trapped in a time loop for a week. [ Has anyone told him about that? Well! He knows now! ] You know you shouldn't be so sure about getting to know the Ambassadors when you haven't even officially started running yet.
[ As for this information brokering they're doing- the journalistic part of her wants everyone to know everything, but there's also a moral human part of her. ] Do you want her to know about it? It's going to be even more of a mess if it never comes up and you know that.
[ It's late evening when Rex calls. His voice sounds even and level but that's to someone who's never spoken to him; Cassandra knows what he sounds like when he's calm. Now, he speaks carefully controlled rage, and she's about to learn exactly why. ]
Hello, Cassandra. I got a visitor this evening I figure you might want to speak with before I call the authorities on breaking in and entering and attempted first-degree murder of a minor charges.
[ She'd picked up the call while half-asleep- despite her claims of ultra-responsibility, she's not very good at resting- and, for a moment, Cass thinks she's started dreaming.
But, no, she's not. She knew something was up the moment Rex started speaking. And of fucking course this would be her luck. Rex may hear her starting to stammer for a moment before she gets words out, her voice raised. ]
Wh- What the fuck happened!? What are you talking about? [ As she speaks, she starts processing what he's really said. ] Who'd he attack?
I heard a commotion downstairs. When I got there, Woden was there, holding a knife to my --
[ He makes a frustrated, unhappy sound in the back of his throat. Rex is, at heart, a compartmentalizer. He has people separated into categories. My brothers, my soldiers, my friends, my allies, my commanding officers, my acquaintances.
He has no easy category for Martin. He's not his kid and Rex certainly isn't his father, nor is he his brother, nor is he his friend. All he knows is that Martin is his. ]
Martin. The kid I've been taking care of. Martin's safe now, hiding - and I've put Woden down for now. The only reason he's not dead after what he pulled is because I needed to hear what he had to say for himself. Thought you might need to talk to him too.
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