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Who: DelPavo + anyone
Where: DelPavo
When: Day 276, evening, post-plotting
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[Whatever locks the Geardorm has on its main doors have now been very securely locked. And then re-locked, just to be sure.

A cranky tiny is scrutinizing them as if he's seriously considering adding more.]

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I'm not joking. And we're not in the mood for games, either. You're not the first Ophi to bang on the door today.

I am probably the only one who can reduce your walls to bits of dust if you don't come out here right now so we can talk.

Doubt it.

*but he's opening the door, though not stepping out yet*

Now what do you want?

Take a wild guess.

We already told the fire princess we don't have any information for you guys. Not my fault if she didn't believe us.

Are you really going to treat me like every other Ophiuchus?

Until you give me a reason to do otherwise.

[suddenly unreasonably angry]

You ungrateful shit! I should burn you where you stand.

*!!!!*

*that, sir, is a door slamming on you*

[shouting]

All the times I've saved your ass! All the help I've given you and you don't trust me?!

*........

opens the door again*

S'not you I don't trust. Swear you won't attack anyone or anything in here.

Of course I won't. You really think that of me?

If I didn't trust you at all, you wouldn't even get this much, you'd just get the door shut in your face again.

*opens it enough for you to enter*

[walking in]

You trusted me with a secret once. A life and death one.

*closing the door*

I did, huh? Must be something I don't remember yet.

What do you remember of your mother?

I remember a lot about her... that she was kind, and beautiful, and caring... and that my father left and she died.

This isn't the time for this conversation. But if you ever remember how you ended up with the automail arm and leg, maybe you will finally remember how much you trust me.

I remember how I lost my arm and leg. But nothing else for a while after that.

But like I said before, it's not you I don't trust. It's the Judges' influence over you.

You really think I'm here with a snake on my back?

Why are you here, anyway? The Judges can't hear what's going on in here, so spill it.

You have something to do with it, don't you? You're putting everyone at risk.

I'm not about to casually put people at risk. Especially with as many here who're important to me now. Why th'hell would you think I have something to do with it, anyway?

Intuition.