[Stress testing... Salieri cannot say he appreciates the notion very much.
He keeps his expression lowered— as though he feels a misguided shame in having received help in what was probably the first nightmare he's had in quite a while.
He keeps his frown there as he shakes his head.] And then you found me here.
[Salieri walks past Casey, feels himself growing sluggish.] So you must know the way out.
[The response is nothing that Salieri could have rightly expected.
His red gaze widens slowly, as though the revelation had been revealed to him for the very first time. Of course, that simply wasn't true... he knew of the voices and talents that helped carry his music through the halls of Vienna's most prestigious theaters. He knew their guidance would enhance his own and bring his music to further heights.
So why then did he suffer alone?
The demand comes with a flash of indignation and anger. Salieri grits his teeth and uses all of his restraint not to take the smaller fingers into his own grip and twist them— squeeze them until Hakuno's joints cracked beneath the pressure. No, he would not lower himself to injure her... the only one who warranted— who deserved this rage—
—is not here.
The room ripples as a warning around them. Salieri keeps one of her smaller hands into his own— if only to keep a hold on something real.] Scusi.
Perhaps... you are right. [A small admission.] I would like to continue this conversation elsewhere.
[Kind offerings are wasted on Salieri— but even so, that doesn't mean he'll simply ignore someone when they address him. Atsushi certainly doesn't seem the familiar type, but Salieri stops his stalking gait and gives the younger person a glance over regardless.
He huffs. Yes, the least he can do is be cordial.] H—
[—ello. Is what he'd say, if his mouth suddenly did release a small ball of flame, right at Atsushi.] !!!
[He slaps a gloved hand over his mouth. That
wasn't suppose to happen. And now he's looking a little panicked...!]
Ritsuka would not be the first familiar face he's seen here, but he also understands the complexities of timelines— and in some cases the lack of thereof. He's fine and well with that. So long as she seems to be thriving here... he has no complaints of reacquainting himself.
But still— for her to offer something to him so easily.] ...
Do I look "super mad"? [He frowns at that. He wasn't trying to look mad, that's just his face... sometimes.
Either way he takes the pinkish apple from her. It looks normal, seems normal.]
And how do I know this is safe to eat? [He remarks dryly. He knows it's safe, but still! This should come as a lesson to Ritsuka.]
At least now Salieri has his hand over his mouth, but it won't do much to keep the rest of the flames at bay... maybe a little help would do some good.
But it seems this person has no intention of helping.] —Help.
[There, he managed to get that much out— with only a few bit of flames escaping through his fingers.]
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>> casey
He keeps his expression lowered— as though he feels a misguided shame in having received help in what was probably the first nightmare he's had in quite a while.
He keeps his frown there as he shakes his head.] And then you found me here.
[Salieri walks past Casey, feels himself growing sluggish.] So you must know the way out.
I mean, I'm even later, so we can do this slow but sure...
>> hakuno
His red gaze widens slowly, as though the revelation had been revealed to him for the very first time. Of course, that simply wasn't true... he knew of the voices and talents that helped carry his music through the halls of Vienna's most prestigious theaters. He knew their guidance would enhance his own and bring his music to further heights.
So why then did he suffer alone?
The demand comes with a flash of indignation and anger. Salieri grits his teeth and uses all of his restraint not to take the smaller fingers into his own grip and twist them— squeeze them until Hakuno's joints cracked beneath the pressure. No, he would not lower himself to injure her... the only one who warranted— who deserved this rage—
—is not here.
The room ripples as a warning around them. Salieri keeps one of her smaller hands into his own— if only to keep a hold on something real.] Scusi.
Perhaps... you are right. [A small admission.] I would like to continue this conversation elsewhere.
[And not in this place.]
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>> atsushi
He huffs. Yes, the least he can do is be cordial.] H—
[—ello. Is what he'd say, if his mouth suddenly did release a small ball of flame, right at Atsushi.] !!!
[He slaps a gloved hand over his mouth. That
wasn't suppose to happen. And now he's looking a little panicked...!]
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>> ritsuka
Ritsuka would not be the first familiar face he's seen here, but he also understands the complexities of timelines— and in some cases the lack of thereof. He's fine and well with that. So long as she seems to be thriving here... he has no complaints of reacquainting himself.
But still— for her to offer something to him so easily.] ...
Do I look "super mad"? [He frowns at that. He wasn't trying to look mad, that's just his face... sometimes.
Either way he takes the pinkish apple from her. It looks normal, seems normal.]
And how do I know this is safe to eat? [He remarks dryly. He knows it's safe, but still! This should come as a lesson to Ritsuka.]
>> yesod
At least now Salieri has his hand over his mouth, but it won't do much to keep the rest of the flames at bay... maybe a little help would do some good.
But it seems this person has no intention of helping.] —Help.
[There, he managed to get that much out— with only a few bit of flames escaping through his fingers.]