[ It was indeed a very long trial, and after that absolute bullshit, there is nowhere Rideaux would possibly be but the bar. He wouldn't consider himself to be "hurting" so much as "furious," and he's only gotten angrier in the hours since as he's replayed parts of it in his head.
But it's not really wrong, either -- he just refuses to ascribe to himself any word with that much of a connotation of weakness. He'd done his damnedest to present himself as calm and reasonable during the final part of that fiasco so that any agitation wouldn't be mistaken for a sign of implicit guilt, but he had been desperate, and the thought of getting dragged off to be killed without any control over the situation again--
The bottle of brandy he'd started on the last time he'd really spoken with Rean here is much closer to empty now, and he looks up from the lounge seating with a glass in his hand, eyes narrowing slightly as he looks toward him, as if debating the odds of who his vote had gone to.
Finally, he sighs, and flicks his wrist in a dismissive half-wave. ]
[ Ulquiorra hadn't stood a chance over the decision between him or Rideaux, but Rean felt responsible all the same because he had thought at the very least it was a Sanguis user. So while he wasn't entirely sold on the other being culprit it lead up to it, so to speak. That being said even beyond his own feelings on the matter...
He had been concerned about the other and though he doubted his ability to provide adequate company as of the moment...he wanted to try. ]
Even though I can't say Ulquiorra got away without earning a vote from me, I wanted to apologize for things escalating as they did for my part in the beginning of it all.
[ He had also realized Rideaux had a point mid trial when suspicion had fallen onto him. Still the man had to be hurting after that, he was sure. ]
And also I have something of yours that looks like an ARCUS? I thought you might want it back.
[ Well, that's better than an apology for voting for him, so.
He closes his eyes for a moment. Ugh. ]
To be fair, it was what he'd wanted you all to think, so you personally aren't guilty of much more than a lack of critical thinking and being too lenient with those clothing and wound checks.
[ It's not like Rean had been a fucking asshole like Iago or Cumore, or made a stupid direct accusation based on a misunderstanding like Ango. ]
Though I would certainly appreciate more faith in my reasoning next time. I'm pretty sure I've consistently been one of the most useful people in all of these trials, actually.
[ There are probably more diplomatic ways he could assert his usefulness, but he doesn't care. It is what it is.
He takes a sip... and then looks back up at the very familiar item in Rean's hand.]
Did you get that from the lottery?
[ It seems like the obvious choice, but he got his sunglasses back from a stalker shadow blob, so who even knows anymore.
[ He'll accept it and nod at the other's words. It was valid criticism as far as he was concerned. ]
...I don't think that's an unfair request to make. Especially since you really do put a lot of effort in these trials.
[ Even if there was a more diplomatic route, Rean actually thought it sounded reasonable. Rideaux certainly didn't waste himself on unnecessary arguments or twiddling his thumbs in the heat of it all. ]
I did, yes. Though I am aware that there are other ways to regain items, even if that seems more like a recent event than not.
[ Despite him not being there for sunglassesgate. ]
[ He bristles a little at that first part, even though it's a perfectly polite assent, and technically is what he'd indicated he wanted to hear. It feels patronizing. Yeah, he knows it's not an unfair request, and he puts a lot of effort into everything, thank you.
...On a side note, now that Rean is over near the seating area, he might notice the drum set is knocked over and dented, and that the creeping fig kind of got caught up in it. It's fine.
He frowns, flipping his GHS open and checking the remaining battery life. ]
Oh? Are you speaking from experience?
[ He hadn't talked to anyone yet about the whole sunglasses thing, actually, and he isn't aware of similar cases. ]
[ His brows creased in worry at seeing the state of the drum set and uh...fig. Though maybe good riddance to the fig. ]
...Yeah, a blue blob thing came up to me and gave me my tachi. In a way - it's kind of hard to explain.
[ Happened exactly the same way it had with Rideaux, though far after the meeting, and on a Thursday, giving Rean hardly anytime to even tell anyone himself. ]
It was kind of weird. But I think it has something to do with the dead in Twilight, as hard as that might be to believe.
[ He powers off the GHS to try to conserve as much of a charge as he can -- since even if he manages to find a charging cable somewhere here, there's no guarantee of compatibility -- and sets it down beside him.
Huh. ]
Did it explode? The... blob, if that's what we're calling it.
[ Watching him fiddle around with the GHS made him wish for his ARCUS for possible communication purposes. But that being said, that sure was an interesting question. ]
Yeah, it did. Did you make the guess because something similar had happened to you...?
[ Rean’s hope-o-meter didn't rule out the possibility until he saw it (inevitably) fail. Jokes aside, he wanted to see if his ARCUS could comnect with a GHS somehow.
But that was also impossible lbr. ]
...Yeah, no kidding.
[ He'll blink a bit. ]
The ghosts showed up on the arcade and sent us messages Wednesday night. I'm guessing you weren't there?
Maybe we ought to move those meetings to Thursday if ghost chats are becoming a regular Wednesday activity. Did they explain why we received those things?
[ He looked thoughtful at the suggestion, though he was wary of things happening because lol Thursday so close to murder day. ]
Maybe.
But no, they didn't. I didn't ask since I didn't receive mine until after the dead had left. It might have something to do with them receiving our items on the other side, though.
Since before I received my tachi, Kyousuke said he 'thank you' for it. Which leads me to believe he also used it against some threat.
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But it's not really wrong, either -- he just refuses to ascribe to himself any word with that much of a connotation of weakness. He'd done his damnedest to present himself as calm and reasonable during the final part of that fiasco so that any agitation wouldn't be mistaken for a sign of implicit guilt, but he had been desperate, and the thought of getting dragged off to be killed without any control over the situation again--
The bottle of brandy he'd started on the last time he'd really spoken with Rean here is much closer to empty now, and he looks up from the lounge seating with a glass in his hand, eyes narrowing slightly as he looks toward him, as if debating the odds of who his vote had gone to.
Finally, he sighs, and flicks his wrist in a dismissive half-wave. ]
If you insist.
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He had been concerned about the other and though he doubted his ability to provide adequate company as of the moment...he wanted to try. ]
Even though I can't say Ulquiorra got away without earning a vote from me, I wanted to apologize for things escalating as they did for my part in the beginning of it all.
[ He had also realized Rideaux had a point mid trial when suspicion had fallen onto him. Still the man had to be hurting after that, he was sure. ]
And also I have something of yours that looks like an ARCUS? I thought you might want it back.
[ He brandished out the GHS. ]
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He closes his eyes for a moment. Ugh. ]
To be fair, it was what he'd wanted you all to think, so you personally aren't guilty of much more than a lack of critical thinking and being too lenient with those clothing and wound checks.
[ It's not like Rean had been a fucking asshole like Iago or Cumore, or made a stupid direct accusation based on a misunderstanding like Ango. ]
Though I would certainly appreciate more faith in my reasoning next time. I'm pretty sure I've consistently been one of the most useful people in all of these trials, actually.
[ There are probably more diplomatic ways he could assert his usefulness, but he doesn't care. It is what it is.
He takes a sip... and then looks back up at the very familiar item in Rean's hand.]
Did you get that from the lottery?
[ It seems like the obvious choice, but he got his sunglasses back from a stalker shadow blob, so who even knows anymore.
Anyway, he'll take it. ]
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...I don't think that's an unfair request to make. Especially since you really do put a lot of effort in these trials.
[ Even if there was a more diplomatic route, Rean actually thought it sounded reasonable. Rideaux certainly didn't waste himself on unnecessary arguments or twiddling his thumbs in the heat of it all. ]
I did, yes. Though I am aware that there are other ways to regain items, even if that seems more like a recent event than not.
[ Despite him not being there for sunglassesgate. ]
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...On a side note, now that Rean is over near the seating area, he might notice the drum set is knocked over and dented, and that the creeping fig kind of got caught up in it. It's fine.
He frowns, flipping his GHS open and checking the remaining battery life. ]
Oh? Are you speaking from experience?
[ He hadn't talked to anyone yet about the whole sunglasses thing, actually, and he isn't aware of similar cases. ]
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...Yeah, a blue blob thing came up to me and gave me my tachi. In a way - it's kind of hard to explain.
[ Happened exactly the same way it had with Rideaux, though far after the meeting, and on a Thursday, giving Rean hardly anytime to even tell anyone himself. ]
It was kind of weird. But I think it has something to do with the dead in Twilight, as hard as that might be to believe.
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Huh. ]
Did it explode? The... blob, if that's what we're calling it.
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Yeah, it did. Did you make the guess because something similar had happened to you...?
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That's right, after the party earlier this week. It left one of my pairs of sunglasses behind, which seemed like something of a bad joke, actually.
[ Not that he didn't readily take them anyway. ]
What do you mean about the dead being involved, though?
[ He hadn't been in the arcade that night. ]
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But that was also impossible lbr. ]
...Yeah, no kidding.
[ He'll blink a bit. ]
The ghosts showed up on the arcade and sent us messages Wednesday night. I'm guessing you weren't there?
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[ He was, uh. Here. Also, thanks for noticing?? ]
Maybe we ought to move those meetings to Thursday if ghost chats are becoming a regular Wednesday activity. Did they explain why we received those things?
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Maybe.
But no, they didn't. I didn't ask since I didn't receive mine until after the dead had left. It might have something to do with them receiving our items on the other side, though.
Since before I received my tachi, Kyousuke said he 'thank you' for it. Which leads me to believe he also used it against some threat.