If this is a trap then it's definitely an intriguing one. Gojyo taps the button to switch to voice -- it's quiet where he is, the only sound the tinny jukebox playing an old Ulfuls track. ]
[ Only briefly pausing, Grell will give a light clear of the throat. ]
Now, whatever it was that has effected us that night, it certainly hadn't left me in my proper mind. We crossed paths at an-- unfortunate time, and for that, I am sorry. [ A fleeting sigh! ] Not that I could ever expect you to forgive me. To my understanding, I took something from you.
[ That night he'd stuck his tongue down the throat (and his hand down the pants) of somebody he otherwise wants dead, so Gojyo can't deny that there was some messed up magic in the air. But the ease with which Grell had fought -- and the obvious joy she'd taken from fighting -- kinda belies her apology. ]
You tried to take somethin'. The doctor out in the living world had to take it the rest of th'way off.
[ But that's not the important part. The important part is the bit where she called him. His dinner date trap failed (horribly, he assumes -- he hasn't found that guy's body, but he doesn't really expect to, either) but at least Grell doesn't seem to know that was his trap.
He's not ready to fight her yet, though. She's a god, and he's not ready to take on a god. Fuck. ]
[ That gruesome little detail evokes a hum from Grell; one that might accompany a wince. Truly, such imagery wouldn't bother her in the slightest, but she is meant to act sympathetic in this moment - and, if nothing else, she was disgustingly off her game that night. ]
Well, you've allowed this girl a chance to say her piece, and that's a good enough start for me!
[ Shit, that sounds like the end of the conversation. Think, Sha, think! She wasn't into the date idea, but there has to be something she likes.
Fighting? She likes fighting, okay, so, uh... pick a fight with her? No, dammit, she'll kill him, if they're going to fight it'll need to be to his advantage. It'll need to be a trap.
...A trap. The image flashes through Gojyo's mind of poor Ekko's body, blasted to bits across their front yard, killed -- he's told, anyway -- by a bomb. By a trap. ]
A good enough start? So what's next, then, if this was a start?
[ Well, THAT is a good question, actually. Grell hadn't considered that he might actually be willing to give her a chance, and is left humming in thought. ]
Actually... [ Why hadn't she thought of this before? ] My-- friend, he disappeared from this world just recently, leaving behind an absurdly resourceful shinki. I think he may be able to help, should I refer you.
[ That's it. That's the solution here. He'll need to make sure somehow that there isn't anyone else in her temple at the time -- he's a lot of things, but he won't be a murderer -- and then he needs a bomb. With a timer? No, that's too unreliable. With a remote clicker thing. Detonator. ]
Good. Set it up. [ He's only half listening to her, but she's offering further contact between the two of them and that's all that matters. Can he get this meeting to happen in her temple? What a great opportunity to scope the place out and pick a spot to plant the bomb! ] My place is a little small, so let's meet at yours.
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If this is a trap then it's definitely an intriguing one. Gojyo taps the button to switch to voice -- it's quiet where he is, the only sound the tinny jukebox playing an old Ulfuls track. ]
I'm listening.
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[ Only briefly pausing, Grell will give a light clear of the throat. ]
Now, whatever it was that has effected us that night, it certainly hadn't left me in my proper mind. We crossed paths at an-- unfortunate time, and for that, I am sorry. [ A fleeting sigh! ] Not that I could ever expect you to forgive me. To my understanding, I took something from you.
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You tried to take somethin'. The doctor out in the living world had to take it the rest of th'way off.
[ But that's not the important part. The important part is the bit where she called him. His dinner date trap failed (horribly, he assumes -- he hasn't found that guy's body, but he doesn't really expect to, either) but at least Grell doesn't seem to know that was his trap.
He's not ready to fight her yet, though. She's a god, and he's not ready to take on a god. Fuck. ]
That kind of thing's hard to forgive.
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Well, you've allowed this girl a chance to say her piece, and that's a good enough start for me!
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Fighting? She likes fighting, okay, so, uh... pick a fight with her? No, dammit, she'll kill him, if they're going to fight it'll need to be to his advantage. It'll need to be a trap.
...A trap. The image flashes through Gojyo's mind of poor Ekko's body, blasted to bits across their front yard, killed -- he's told, anyway -- by a bomb. By a trap. ]
A good enough start? So what's next, then, if this was a start?
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[ Well, THAT is a good question, actually. Grell hadn't considered that he might actually be willing to give her a chance, and is left humming in thought. ]
Actually... [ Why hadn't she thought of this before? ] My-- friend, he disappeared from this world just recently, leaving behind an absurdly resourceful shinki. I think he may be able to help, should I refer you.
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Good. Set it up. [ He's only half listening to her, but she's offering further contact between the two of them and that's all that matters. Can he get this meeting to happen in her temple? What a great opportunity to scope the place out and pick a spot to plant the bomb! ] My place is a little small, so let's meet at yours.
[ Casual enough? Maybe. We'll see. ]