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[ So, you were totally bored, right. Petre knows he is. He's also pissed off at Ilde, who dared!! To treat him like the utter child he is, and so he's been out for revenge. He's not the greatest of schemers (not a schemer at all tbh) and his first idea is pretty much what he goes with: find her precious plants and burn them to the ground. Just a few, not all of them. Enough to leave a little mark and let her know it was him.
She's not the only one who visits the gardens, though. So feel free to see this horrible message and be rightfully offended. Maybe you can even feel vestiges of his presence, or the giggling of self-satisfaction at his own mischief hanging in the air, blended in with the smell or burnt flowers. ]
[ This will be open to mental link things if you wanna yell at him, or just pick action and go after his scrawny ass in case you find out who done it. He'll be anywhere and everywhere every now and then; he roams a lot and doesn't stay long. ]
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That, and the fact that he perceived his last sentence as a brand new threat. Not to him, to his brood.
At first he just watches him leave, nostrils flared and glare wild. Then he gets off the table and charges toward him to jump on his back and wrap his arms around his neck. Sam will find that the scrawny brat feels considerably heavier than he looks. ]
You won't touch Angel!
[ She's like, the only person who's been nice to him. ]
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what even is this? he's like some kind of rage monkey. petty rage monkey, and Sam's starting to wish he just waited for Ren to go do this. less the annoyance. less the psycho child clinging to his back. He'd spent a lot of time while playing Pyramid bodily tossing people over a shoulder, but most of them weren't this freaking heavy. how is that even a thing? he's tiny. he's like twelve. mentally smaller.
but that's where we are now, and Sam's really wishing he had the full range of Cylon strength back already. but it's still more than human, at least, and enough to get momentum going to duck backwards and flip petre up and over his head, hands on his wrists trying to pull them off. but once he's off him, Sam only backs up from him a few paces, eyes narrowed and brows knit. welp, this isn't going to be great. ]
No one would touch Angel, dumbass. She's one of the best people here. [ unlike yooooouuuuu ] Just sorry she's stuck with you in her head.
[ also wow, sam was nice you, before you were a douchecanoe!! but anyway, he's digging around in a pants pocket for the knife he'd been carrying around, for purposed of needing to ability train. and maybe looking out of the corner of his eyes around the room for something he can get to the wires of quickly. he really needs to train this thing to be remote. also, be a better cylon. ]
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Yeah, because I bet you're great company with explosions in your head. Asshole.
[ And after a hateful pause, ]
Bet that bitch didn't even tell you she threatened me. You all think she's perfect or something?
[ Nobody is perfect. Everyone is ugly. Even when they've got a garden. It is the truth! ]
The fuck do you think you're doing?
[ like seriously did you lose your change or something get it outta your pants
well don't get it out of your pants but ]
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I usually keep the explosions quiet for people I like. [ his brood loves him okay, eff you. even kylie loves him. sort of. sam's decided kylie loves him. but he is legitimately the nicest person in his brood. and... petre's actually the first person on this station to even say anything cross to him. wow. ]
You realize I'm directly connected to her head, right? [ granted, he hadn't actually seen the memory of what petre had said to her, but honestly, Sam believes Ilde a hell of a lot more than him. even so, fuck you for burning part of the garden, he likes those flowers a lot too.
brows raised, sam looks down at his pockets, and tugs the little pocket knife out, giving a lax shrug. ]
Just thinking about some tech work I wanna do. Why, feeling ignored?
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[ He's just. Assuming that. Funny how Petre totally thinks he's the worst of the worst!! And accuses others of being that at the same time. Make up your damn mind, son. ]
So look into her head, you'll see. She was a total bitch to me first.
[ this is a lie. ]
What, so you can stab me with it? It won't work.
[ Tech isn't holy hahahahahahahaHAah ]
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Gods, Sam's so glad he never had kids. Well, actual kids. That go through teenage phases. The Cylon models don't count. And there's like thousands of them, so whatever. (Though, tbh, he'd probably take a conversation with Petre over a conversation with Cavil, at least this one's easier to ignore, and impossible to feel bad about).
also, he's not about to go spacing out to check Ilde's head right now. ] Why, because she didn't put up with you being a little shit to her? Most people don't take insult kindly. Funny, how that works.
[ the flattest expression here ever. ]
With a frakking pocket knife? [ snort. ] I said tech work, I meant tech work.
[ it's just also tech work that might make you bleed from the ears and go temporarily insane, u know, whatever ]
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[ WOWW!!! ]
Lots of technology can be used to stab people. You lack imagination.
[ petre no ]
And what the fuck does 'frakking' mean? That's not a real word.
[ petre the kid who learned english in the last months talking about real words, wild ]
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[ don't even say it, dude, you're so full of shit it's not even funny. sam's brows raise up again, giving petre a look like he's riding the crazy train. maybe not totally inaccurate. ]
It's starting to sound like you want me to stab you. You're gonna have to get someone else to help you out with your weird kinks, man.
[ a blink, and a pause, as sam considers it, glancing up and around more to feign looking contemplative, but also to scan the area for the first bit of tech be can grab and get to the wiring in. TV, remote, game systems, dvd players... he could always bust the paneling open on Petre's head, if it comes to that.
anyway. about the word. ]
It's a secret.
[ sam anders, actual 2,000 year old robot parading around as a school yard 5 year old. ]
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[What's been done is more than an insult, it is a wound - and were it his place to strike back, Petre would suffer for it in excess. But he's tired. Pinned by a string of indirect failures and the loss of Cathaway's favor (temporary, he tells himself in silence, stricken with smothered grief), he will risk nothing at the moment.
Not even with anger rising in his throat like bile.
Instead it adds to the warped, inhuman echo spat out from his mask's battered contours, a discomfiting snarl as he closes in on them both.] Anders, with me.
[The field trip's over; Castor is leaving.]
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Who the hell called you? [ Eyes back on Sam, ] What, you couldn't handle me all by yourself?
[ someone tattoo 'stfu' on Petre so he doesn't forget it ]
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( Thank you. )
[ sent to Ren, though Sam's still looking a bit weirded out by the dude in a toaster mask yelling at him like his mom. that sam realizes wasn't actually his mom. life is weird. either way, he's obediently heading over to him at 'with me', feeling a little guilty about all this. he was supposed to be the good one in this brood, wasn't he? woops. and then there's this skinny bitch still talking shit. turning back to him as he's heading for the door, Sam holds his hands up in a shrug. ]
We've got a lunch date. [ as if Kylo Ren does lunch dates ] Sorry, man, I'd invite you, but, we really just don't like you.
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Take a wild guess who, Petre— oh wait you did, and it was 900% correct.Ren's mask shifts over by slight degrees in a silent acknowledgement as Sam slinks closer; it's the closest he comes to a response without bothering to form any single, coherent thought beyond what near-volatile emotion blisters beneath his skin, chafing. This isn't for Sam, it's for Cathaway — for Ilde.
For himself, really, despite what restraint he's forced to use.
And then Sam is speaking again, just as Ren's attention drifts towards Petre instead, snapped back in an immediate, unmistakable instant:] We have no date.
[You requested an Uber pick up, Sam, you didn't say anything about him taking you to lunch or spending time together. And with that ultimatum tactfully drawn, Kylo Ren turns on his heel to leave, clearly expecting his broodmate to follow suit.]
Be glad She craves no further conflict.
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[ is all he has to say to these bitches, because he's still convinced he has nothing to be afraid of. Apparently his memory is no greater than a goldfish. Who had to experience a nuclear explosion in its head through mental link, lame. ]
Get a room before you start making out.
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[ Ren, you're bad at this game.
Also, you're still mad at him about the Cathaway thing, aren't you? Come on, dude, he said he was sorry. Either way, with his Uber flouncing his emo self out of the room, Sam's letting out a sigh, and trekking along after him, passingly pointing to Little Miss Sunshine and his demon claws as he slips out of the doorway. ]
Stay golden, kid.
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'I'm sorry' has never done much to take the edge off.]
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