purrrnicious | Heart Game: Run #3

[This cell looks like the barracks, a row of bunks — but the lights mounted on the walls on one end are all shattered, shards of glass littering the floor beneath. One of the beds is unmade, the blanket torn up and scattered, but among the scraps you think you see something square and hard.]

[ NOPE. ]

[ she's going to nope the fuck out of that for the time being. she's onto the tapes! and she doesn't need more fuel. she's seething already. ]

[ she heads to cell 2. ]

[~*~*IT'S SHADOW WEAVER*~*~]

[ heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. ]

Look who it is.

Shadow Weaver.

[ she doesn't get too close to the bars, but she's smirking... and the expression is just a touch off putting, because she's not looking as, uh, how to say this... sane as she normally does. ]

[She's seated on the ground, calm, like she doesn't have a care in the world. Her eyes narrow slightly.]

". . .Oh. The soldier from the Forge. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[ she calls her bot over and leans against it. ]

Mm, yep, that's me. Call me... D.Va. [ she sets her hand on her chest and digs her nails in, splitting the scratches catra made apart further. blood oozes from the wounds as she reopens them, but she doesn't seem to give a shit. ] Remember it well, Shadow Weaver.

A cell is no place for the likes of you,
which is why I'm here to change that.

You hurt what's mine.

[If the gory display is affecting her, she doesn't seem to show it. Her tone is a mix of faintly amused and disdainful.]

"Oh? Are those the marks of your. . . 'bondage'? Or the mauling of a stupid wild animal?"

[ ...the fuck you just say?! ]

She's not a stupid wild animal.

Take that back. [ her tail whips back and forth. ]

[Outright amused now.]

"My dear, whomever are you talking about?"

Don't play dumb.

"Proper communication is key if you wish to advance as a soldier."

...

[ she'd love to slap her,
but also... she'll smirk. ]

[ removing her hand from her chest she smears it on her pants and jumps up onto the spiderbot. ]

Sure is. Here's some communication. You hurt Catra and now I'm going to hurt you.

"You wouldn't harm an unarmed old woman, a prisoner, would you?"

I know what you're capable of, Shadow Weaver, and if you think I'm going to give you a chance to mindfuck me into next week, then you're wrong.

[ she pulls the rocket launcher from over her shoulder and aims it at her, mechanical pupils turning to slits and glowing. ]

It's a shame though, that I'm only going to be able to get to do this once, because there's only so much satisfaction I'll be able to get from blowing YOU TO SMITHEREENS FOR HURTING MY CATRA!

[She folds her hands, still apparently unruffled, though more serious now.]

"You're not thinking this through. You wish to protect those beneath you, then you must advance in the ranks. Your current course of action will only result in your execution, but you're clearly bold, resourceful –– you could put that to use. Think of how far you could go, what you could do for her then.

I can help you."

[ her lips quirk and she moves her tail, acting like she's interested. she'll humor her. ] ...uhuh, and someone's an ass kiss. But, go ahead, and tell me, Shadow Weaver, how- how can you help me?

"Why, I'm Lord Hordak's second in command, of course. There would only be one other in the Horde with more power than me."

And look where you are.

"And the traitor responsible will be punished accordingly."

[She emphasizes the "traitor" in the singular.]

[ selling her friend out is not a point in her favor. ]

Why did you prefer Adora to Catra?

[The problem there is that this is a representation of Shadow Weaver in Kohime's heart, not Shadow Weaver herself, and Kohime doesn't know the answer to that.]

"I was harder on Catra, I admit. But she is one who was born without power, and she will have to face the world at a disadvantage. I only wanted to prepare her for that."

[ PITY, that. ]

[ she snorts, and starts to chuckle, but then it bubbles into an outright laugh. ]

...wrong.

[ she saw a bunch of memories and she knows there's some fucken favoritism going on, and there's only so much of it she can stand to watch. ]

I'm sorry, Shadow Weaver, but I'm not interested in your "deal". I'd rather face execution, because at least I'll die knowing I could rid Catra's life of a cancerous witch like you.

[ and, hey, guess what, she's pulling the trigger. ]

[You fire a rocket into a small, narrow cell at an old woman.]

[It goes about how you'd expect. The confined space erupts into an inferno with a concussive blast, and if you were standing to close, well –– that might not work out so well for you.]

[ as soon as she fires it she screams at her bot to dodge to the side, but that probably goes about as well as expected. the blast is, no doubt, huge, and she's going to be getting caught in it one way or anything. ]

[The floor is open to the rest of the prison in the centre, so if she's not careful, she could tumble right off.

The blast triggers an alarm throughout the complex, flashing red lights and a low tone klaxon.]

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