week 4 | tuesday morning

[jackhole]

[ very, very early tuesday morning (about 3-4am), rhys will come back down to the basement in search of miata. he wants to talk to her alone, without any of the other moles present and this might be his best bet to do it. when he enters the basement, he looks around for her and fidgets slightly as he does. ]

Miata? Could we talk for a minute?

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[jackhole]

[ oh thank god, he didn't betray break. they already knew! they already knew and now... now he feels kind of dumb.

he rather feel dumb than like a traitor though. so, rhys just nods uselessly at miata's question and listens to her explanation and. alright. he'll try to get break not to kill anyone. that'll be... super easy... sure. ]

Okay, no murdering. I can do that. Oh god.

[ but onto other things -- like greed mom! he's actually really nervous the more miata stresses how careful he has to be and his eyes widen slightly before nodding. no, this is something he wants to do. it's definitely something he has to do first. ]

It's alright, Miata. I'll be careful. I promise.

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[vicedirector]

Easier said than done, right?

[ A short little laugh, shaking her head.

She arranges her palms on the edges of the circle, closing her eyes, and concentrating. For a few moments there's nothing, but then a great flash of white light overwhelms the room. ]

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[vicedirector]

[ When the light fades, someone is standing within the circle.

What's immediately noticeable is the huge amount of chains draping over her person. Shackles are affixed to her neck, waist, and all four of her limbs, bolted to various rusted weights resting on the floor. Red tattoos crawl up her face and arms, etched lines standing out against pale skin and eerie yellow eyes.

By typical logic, someone of her tiny, tiny frame shouldn't be able to move easily with the sheer amount of weight tying her down, but she does so easily. She even takes one of the chains attached to her arm, and begins swinging the weight around in a bored fashion. ]

Uhuhuhuhu, what do we have, here?

[jackhole]

[ rhys takes a sharp breath as mammon shows up and stands up from his seat to face her. she is... not what he expected but also very much what he expected. his eyes flick towards the swinging chain and he frowns.

oh, this was a mistake. this was a big, big mistake.

oh god. ]

Uh, hey. [ a short, awkward wave with the robot hand. ] Are you the greed demon?

[vicedirector]

[ Her eyes instantly home in on Rhys the second he begins speaking. The same unnerving feeling from talking to Leviathan starts creeping in, again. There is something just wrong with her. ]

That's right, name's Mammon! [ said proudly ] Wassup, sissy boy?

[ This interaction will go greatly. ]

[jackhole]

[ there is definitely some internal screaming going on here but rhys manages to keep a straight face! he's... mostly focusing on breathing, honestly, and not running the fuck away. ]

Mammon, right. [ he knew that but he wasn't going to say it until she offered it, of course. ] Do you know about what's going?

[vicedirector]

That's a pretty broad question.

[ Whup. Whup. The weight swings dangerously close to Miata and Rhys, though misses them each time.

Miata puts her arm out to make Rhys step back a foot or two. ]

[jackhole]

[ yeah, he is... definitely going to take that step back. his eyes flick upwards to the weight and he swallows. ]

I guess it is, huh? Sorry. I mean about the people here, like me. The people who aren't supposed to be here. Do you know about us?

[vicedirector]

What, you extra-dimensional guests? A'course I do, that's the whole reason we're here, yanno.

[jackhole]

[ a nod from rhys. ]

You and the other demons? Uh, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Lust, Pride, Sloth, Wrath?

[ just to name them all! ]

... Would you not be here without us or something?