test drive meme # 39

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open December 25th, and apps are open January 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:

1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: HE MADE HIS LIST
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

You were hoping for something seasonally appropriate, right? Well, the Door doesn't know it's December, so this must be a coincidence - because this time, it's brought in the Krampus.

This creature is the opposite of Santa, and if you've been bad (and let's be real, who in Hadriel hasn't), it'll be all too happy to punish. Maybe you'll get lucky and it'll just scare the crap out of you and give you some coal... or maybe it'll decide your punishment needs to be much, much worse. Don't you wish you'd been good this year?]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: HADRIELITE VANDAL
[Last night everything was fine. You went to bed happy and content - well, as happy and content as you ever are. But this morning, as you stepped out of your house, something was wrong. Maybe you didn't notice it at first - maybe someone had to point it out to you. But there it was, in big bold letters: someone had painted an insult across the front of your house.

Maybe it's a rude name. Maybe an insulting comment. Maybe just a picture of a dick with an arrow pointing to it that says your name. Whatever it is, someone did it specifically to fuck with you. But who? And why? Maybe you already think you know who, and all you need to do is hunt them down. Or maybe it's time for an investigation. Or... maybe all you want to do is clean it off before someone sees.

Good luck. That paint is already dry.]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: ALL FLIPPY-FLOPPY
[You didn't realize there was anything wrong, not until you saw that person you've always thought was your best friend. They seem the same as ever, it's just - you really don't understand what you saw in them anymore. They're kind of whiny, they're way less cool than you remember, and that hair? Ew.

It's not just that. You ran into your worst enemy earlier, and maybe... you were wrong about them? It really seems like they have some good points, and that annoying expression they always make actually seems kind of cute now. Maybe it's time to kiss and make up, possibly literally!

This is a mini version of our Your Best Enemy event this month.]

Comments

lance ( voltron )

[spazzed]

one / fear;

( so, it kind of goes without saying that ending up in really, really random places has kind of been his lot in life since he'd left earth for the first time — maybe a murdercave isn't the weirdest place he could have ended up, but it's definitely near the top of the list. it isn't earth ( at least, he's ninety-nine-point-two percent sure that it isn't ), which means he's going to need to do some wandering around to get his bearings, and if you know anything about this kid right here, you'll understand that that's a pretty bad idea.

but not because he doesn't have any navigational skills. he has those! it's just that he sometimes is possessed of some of the worst luck known to man, and.

the arrival of the anti-santa just kind of adds to that.

he's used to seeing strange-looking aliens, so at the very least he doesn't like. startle himself into a freakout or a panic attack or something else equally lance-like; he does blink a few times, though, like he doesn't really believe what he's saying and the christmas monster just stands there, staring back at him. maybe both of them are waiting for the other to make the first move, or maybe krampus hasn't made his mind up yet about the paladin, or maybe this entire scene is just a heck of a lot more comical than it has any right to be.

is anyone really all that surprised, given the one that's just come through the door, because if you are? you shouldn't be. ) Okay, you're big and scary-looking, I can respect that. ( lance, are you trying to … talk to krampus? what the hell is wrong with you?

he rubs at the back of his head. ) But if you're just gonna stand there looking intimidating, I kinda have other things that need doing. ( like maybe trying to find his friends? or something. he doesn't have time for this.

even though that's a very keith-like line of thought. maybe the dude is rubbing off on him a little. )

two / rage;;

( going to bed in a strange place is an interesting thing all on its own, but he can't exactly say when he wakes up the following morning that he hadn't gotten some good rest. it's odd, like, really odd waking up without that feeling of urgency he's been conditioned to react to, and this place might be odd all on its own, but it's a different kind of odd. not what he's used to, but that kind of goes without saying.

it's a nice morning, all things considered. he moseys around the new place, takes his time in waking up like he hasn't really been able to ever since becoming a paladin ( alarms and all that, there are always going to be memories of being shocked awake by drills too early in the morning back on the castle-ship, and the memory of that alone brings about a pang of nostalgia he's not entirely prepared for, because it seems like forever ago ) and he eventually moseys his way outside, stretching his arms above his and greeting the new day with a nice, big, exaggerated yawn.

until he sees it.

CARGO PILOT. in giant, bold letters across the front of the place, and he's both stunned and confused enough at first that it takes him a second to react. ) What the quiznak!?

( he stares at it, blinks, stares some more. looks so many levels of incredulous that it's almost funny, because his eyes are wide as dinner plates and it looks like he might be well on his way to having a stroke.

because that's just rude. that was a thousand years ago it doesn't matter now he's a paladin of voltron and excuse whoever did this??? )

three / wildcard;;;

( choose your own adventure, there are no wrong decisions here. )

One. LANCE WHY

[marmoron]

[If you were to ask Keith what the hell he's doing hanging around the Colosseum, his answer would be something along the lines of "keeping watch." It only makes sense -- he had the dubious pleasure of waking up here with giant scorpions. Whatever it is that the door sees fit to drag into Hadriel this time around, it's best to be prepared for it. Know your enemy and all that.

In other words his presence here has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he's maybe concerned that someone he knows might be amongst those unfortunate enough to be here because ...well why would they be? Aside from not wanting anyone he knows trapped here indefinitely, having any kind of optimism about being reunited with anyone he cared about either at home or at Cartesio is dangerous territory; Keith knows better than that.

He approaches the interior of the Colosseum with his bayard already activated with Cosmo at his side. The fact that there isn't a swarm of monsters around doesn't really seem to be putting a dent in his mood because instead there's thi other freakish looking thing staring down a very familiar someone wearing a very familiar suit of blue armor.

He shouldn't be freezing. He has no idea what the fuck that creature is or why Lance is apparently talking to it, but all of his questions can just wait until after he's sure the guy isn't about to be gutted in front of him. Keith takes off at a sprint, approaching fast.]

Lance, get away from it!

HE GOTTA MAKE AN ENTRANCE K

[spazzed]

( he'll always be hopeful that he'll run into someone he knows in an unfamiliar place, but the fact that he usually ends up in those unfamiliar places with his friends tends to take away some of the sting of the unfamiliar, and so far, in this place, he doesn't have that luxury. he's by himself and that sucks because he's never done all that well on his own, having grown up surrounded by a giant, sometimes-overbearing family and not really knowing what personal space or alone time really was until he'd joined up with the garrison.

but that isn't the most important thing that needs to be addressed, here. what needs to be addressed is the fact that he's currently sassing the anti-claus, which. krampus is probably about to have none of this and hoo boy is lance lucky that someone has come along to drag his ass away from certain death.

by disemboweling. or maybe just stabbing? there's no real telling what would have happened if keith hadn't shown up when he did, but —

wait. keith? ) Huh—?

( okay, it's no real surprise to see the other taking off at a sprint at any given time but maybe this one hasn't yet realized the weight of the situation, and still looks a bit puzzled even though he's nearly been able to convince himself that this krampus dude is bad news bears.

at least he's backing away? that's good, right? )

YES BUT...

[marmoron]

[Lance can't know this, but the fact that he isn't also running like the wind is just about the most stressful thing in Keith's life right about now. The confusion is ... well, okay, completely and utterly reciprocated, it's just not something Keith perceives either one of them having time for.

Especially since that Krampus.seems to have snapped out of just staring at Lance, and has turned its gaze towards Keith as well. There seems to be a lot less contemplation going on here as almost instantly the creature reaches for the hefty sack it has strapped to its back. Keith snaps:[

Get out of there, Lance. Now!

[The order -- because yep, that's exactly what it is -- is yelled mere seconds before the Krampus flings a shower of rocks (?) in their direction. Keith swings his sword in the air like a bat to block. If he wasn't so preoccupied with getting close enough to Lance to grab the guy and make him run, he'd realize what the heck they're being pelted with.

It's coal. Giant lumps of coal.]

NO BUTS ONLY RIDICULOUS GRAND ENTRANCES

[spazzed]

( he doesn't mean to be the cause of stress! he never means to be the cause of stress even though it ends up happening more often than he'll ever realize, but if he's perfectly honest with himself and keet he really hadn't expected to end up like this. staring right into the face of the embodiment of everything anti-christmas.

does he know anything about krampus? probably not. does he need to? maybe, eventually. will he end up having nightmares for a week?

yep.

but that isn't important, not when keith is yelling at him ( par for the course, really, he's gotten used to it and now, at least, it's usually for good reason ) and so he's taking a couple more steps back while also coming back with: ) Dude — ( because like hell he knows where he's supposed to go? where is that, keet? where is it —

he really is about to run like the other wants him to do. really. but he digs his heels into the ground and ends up staring in krampus' direction again, eyes narrowing as he watches the shower of "rocks," and he reaches back behind him blindly in order to grab some part of keith's person to make him stop. ) Hold on, just — hold on for a second, would you —

( he bends down to retrieve a rock, and when he inspects the black smudges left on his fingers, realizes it for what it is. ) Keith. It's … coal. He's throwing coal at us. ( you. )

Why is he throwing coal at us? ( you. )

[marmoron]

[Keith doesn't quite stop dead in his tracks, but it's close enough between Lance grabbing him and that announcement. Coal. He doesn't take his eyes off the creature that would make Santa's eyes bleed or lower the sword because he just doesn't fucking trust it. Evidently, the Krampus shares this exact sentiment because it's staring right back.

The levels of confusing are only intensifying by the second and Keith has half a mind to say how am I supposed to know?! but that'd be counterproductive on multiple counts. He needs Lance to leave, not play twenty questions.]

I don't know. Never seen anything like this before.

[But speaking of coal....]

Gather the coal. We're gonna need it for fuel. I'll distract it, alright?

[Or you know. Draw its fire since apparently the thing wants to throw coal at him??]

[spazzed]

( listen. when we said lance was just perpetually confused, we meant it. it goes without saying that he has no freaking clue what's going on here, but with keith barking orders at him like his life depends on it, or like it's his job there's not a whole lot of time for asking questions, so that's just going to have to wait for a time in which there's some to be spared.

who knows when that's going to end up happening, but it has to at some point, right? right. that much, he's sure of.

and it might be a mistake, but he won't know that until later. probably.

and excuse you, keith, this isn't playing twenty questions. there haven't actually been twenty questions to come out of his mouth so count yourself lucky, because honestly, that's something that would absolutely happen.

he hesitates, because he wants to ask why they need fuel but ultimately does what the other asks ( demands ) without asking any further questions, which is a feat in and of itself. except there isn't a whole lot of room to store coal in armor, so … just gonna gather as much as he can in his arms as keith continues to find himself being used to coal target practice. ) Okay, so, uh. Quick question, but where are we going after I've picked up as much as I can carry?

( this is important, keith. very important information. )

[marmoron]

[Look, he's a little distracted here, trying to dodge lumps of coal because this is apparently his life now. Even Cosmo seems to be at a loss of how to help here, just trotting up to Lance, ears flattened with concern.].

I've got a place--

[Ah shit. The words slip out of his mouth before he can think otherwise and the regret is immediate. Why would he say that to the person who told him to just leave when they were last together? And even if that weren't the case, would Lance even want to stick together if he knew the technicalities of his bizarre existence--

The next lump of coal hits him around the jaw. Teeth grit, Keith forces himself to stay focused.]

Or you can go wherever you want.

[Just ... making that clear. How's that for helpful....]

[spazzed]

( he's not expecting to see cosmo — but there he is, within arm's reach and he might actually extend a hand in the wolf's direction in a friendly sort of gesture but it doesn't last long, because keith is having a rough go of it and even if lance is way, way out of his element here, he's not about to find himself useless.

he wants to try! because that's just what he does! even if it means … uh … gathering lumps of coal and stockpiling them for later, he at least has his bayard to help out if he needs to.

he doesn't register any hesitancy on the other's end when he gives over the goods, or rather the fact that he has a place and it's something that he tucks away for later, because he would more than like to have a place to go, because in his own mind? they're fine. they're okay.

but he doesn't know that keith's hung up on his end. and sure, that will come later when it all comes down to it, getting around to whatever is missing between them and their memory and he'll get down to it when he can. this. just isn't the time — ) If you don't mind company —

( it's enough for now, he thinks, simple and innocuous enough that whatever is on the other's mind can be brought out when they have the free time to come back to it, and he huffs out a small sound at the lump of coal that hits keith's cheek.

rude. ) But let's take care of this jerk first —

( because that makes sense, doesn't it? working as a team? )

[marmoron]

[It's bad enough that his jaw stings now, and that there's probably a nice black smudge on his face to go with it for getting distracted, he doesn't need even more reasons to be confused. Wasn't Lance the one who didn't want his company? The situation is decidedly off, and as disconcerting as it is to have that dangling in front of his face, the other paladin is right: they need to take care of this weird thing first.

So either they engage or retreat.

Just kidding. They engage, of course! And by "they," we mean "Keith." Keith engages.

But it's not because he doesn't trust Lance to be able to be able to handle himself. It's because he's spent the last three months turboing alone. Teamwork in combat is an instinct that's been a little trained out of him. He has no idea what on earth this ungodly thing's weak points may be or if it can even be incapacitated, but he's working under the assumption that the door isn't gonna bring in anything that's gonna be impossible for the folks here to deal with.

The gods need their damn emotions and being dead means you can't have feelings. There's a quick glance over his shoudler at Lance.]

I got this.

[... And that's about all the warning that Lance gets before Keith extends his free hand and the Krampus is enguled in flames. The Anti-Klaus emits an unholy screech... and thanks to the fire now gets to toss burning coal at them. This is going so great.....]

[spazzed]

( keith really is a vision with that smudge on his cheek, and if this were any other time, he might have a chuckle about it; as it is now, there will be plenty of time for it later ( maybe ) and they really should take care of this nuisance before he messes around and gives someone a concussion.

gives keith a concussion. whatever.

lance is ready to fight. even with his arms full of coal he's convinced he would be able to provide some cover fire at least — but no surprise to anyone currently engaged in this battle, our resident hothead here has some kind of idea that he's going?? to handle this?? on his own? and damn it, keith, that hasn't been the way things work for a really long time.

but he doesn't know that reliance on teamwork has been trained out of him, might end up wondering how it he did but we're nowhere near that level of story swapping. so. well, if that's how he wants to do it.

except he absolutely is not expecting our dude krampus here to burst into flame. he is not expecting that at all and even if there are now fiery chunks of coal coming their ( keith's ) way, he has to stop and give such a look of incredulity that it borders on what the actual quiznak. ) Did you. Just. Set that thing on fire?

( good to see you're keeping up, lance. )

[marmoron]

[Lance. Lance, it is now raining burning coal, is this really the time to be questioning how any of this happened to begin with? ...It is, but Keith's too preoccupied with dodging to acknowledge that line of questioning with more than:] Yeah? [Deal with it??] Can we just--

[Ah, hold on. Why play dodgeball (dodgecoal??) when he can activate the shield on his paladin armor to block all this. That fixes one issue' the issue that is a pissed off Krampus that's on fire is well... still an issue. Speaking of which, the fire might've slowed it down a little, but it's clearly advanfing on them, shrieking. Grip tightening on the sword, Keith stares down the inferno, trying to decide where to strike

Then again, if magical damage doesn't seem to be doing much, then projectiles might be better option than attempting a close ranged attack. For that.. well. He glances over his shoulder.]

You have your bayard?

[spazzed]

( whose fault is it that, keith? whose fault is it that it's currently raining fiery coal? that's all on you, buddy, and forgive him if he's going to end up with a couple of question about how that actually happened. because last time he saw you, you couldn't just set things on fire with the power of your mind.

or. however you did it. how did you do it? that's going to end up being one of those questions in need of asking when they get a chance to stop and talk about this like a couple of reasonable adults.

well. mostly reasonable almost-adults. at least in lance's case, because not everyone gets to spend two years with his mom in the abyss.

he blinks for a second in confusion ( that is becoming a trend, isn't it, of course it is ) before he ends up dropping all the coal he's collected with a nod — because of course he has his bayard, he'd be a terrible defender of the universe if he didn't have it with him ( but was still somehow in his armor ) and in seconds flat there's a rifle being held up to his shoulder as he lines up a shot.

the first one hits anti-klaus in the shoulder, and lance huffs to himself in irritation as he lines up another one, because come on, sharpshooter.

the second hits dead center, boom, headshot, but it's anyone's guess if that's going to be enough to take it down. go down, you flaming bastard.

he peers around his rifle, eyebrows furrowed. ) Think that's gonna be enough?

[marmoron]

[Anti-Klaus staggers back at the first shot, its attention now fully turned towards Lance. A plume of noxious vapor and viscous dark fluid oozes like tar out of the wounc, dribbling down an arm as it reaches into the sack. God knows what fresh hell it's about to bring into the world. Luckily for them, that's a question that'll never have an answer as the subsequent headshot has the Krampus stopping dead in its tracks, swaying on its cloven hooves.

Whether that's enough or not is anyone's guess, but Keith isn't going to take any risks now that they've probably pissed it off beyond all reason. He doesn't answer Lance's question, instead taking the opening to deactivate his shield and charge ahead with the sword. Blade raised overhead, he brings it down slashing diagonally from shoulder to waist.

Was that overkill? Maybe. But the poor creature topples, and the sack drops to the ground alongside it. Keith breathes out and turns to look at Lance.]

Let's get out of here before anything else happens.

[Implied heavily in his tone and expression: because shit always happens. He gives the blade a quick wipe on the sack, apparently still not ready to just deactivate the bloody thing, and finally what is clearly in afterthought he adds:]

...You okay?

[...this probably should have been the first thing you said to Lance period, Keith...]

[spazzed]

( he honestly does not give a single damn what sort of fresh hell that thing is going to pull out of its sack, because he's seriously had enough of this nonsense, and he's ready to put this … thing behind them and move forward. to the next best thing. like figuring this place out and why keith is here at all, not that he's not grateful for the other to have been the first of their group to come into contact with him, but he still has questions.

he's still wondering about the flames. he's not going to stop wondering about the flames. the flames are important, keith. please explain.

that move might have been overkill ( it was totally overkill ) but he has to say, it's impressive to see; watching keith in motion has always been like watching some sort of chaotic ballet, the way he moves and slashes and pushes fluid in a way that lance hasn't ever been able to wrap his head around, appreciative as he finds himself of it now, but that … isn't the point. the point is that the thing collapses and he's totally about not sticking around to see if it tries to get back up.

as much distance between him and monster-man as they can get? yeah, he's good with that. ) Yeah, I'm with you on that.

( he stands there awkwardly for a second, maybe a couple, actually, rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly. ) I'm good. ( lance. is that really an answer. are you really good. ) No worse than usual. ( LANCE … )

[marmoron]

[That's... an awkward answer to the question alright, and part of him regrets having asked at all. Of course Lance isn't okay -- who would be okay after waking up in some random place and dealing with that first thing? Keith stares for a moment, eyebrow raised but eventually represses a sigh and walks towards the other paladin. Somehow, he was feeling less tired while fighting Anti-Klaus.]

You probably have a lot of questions.

[Stating the obvious, yes. Keeping his eyes averted, he deactivates his bayard and kneels down to pick up some of the dropped coal. Cosmo saunters up beside him, pushing a lump of coal towards him with a paw.]

There's a guide on your phone. That should cover most of it. I'll get you somewhere safe. Won't keep you longer than that.

[You told him to leave, so... he's leaving. As requested. This is fine.]

[spazzed]

( listen. he's pretty sure that's a completely reasonable response, not just given the circumstances but because he's gotten used to glossing over all the weird garbage that happens to them, and expounding on all the things that are going on in his head right now might not be a good idea. he's still processing all of this, and he's going to need like maybe five minutes for his brain to catch up with flaming-anti-klaus-throwing-bits-of-coal thing.

he'll get there. don't worry.

he stalls a bit when the other starts picking up the coal, peering down at all that he'd dropped when keith had mentioned his bayard — which he also dismisses, because maybe he'd forgotten he was still holding it, but that's neither here nor there — and he stoops down to start picking it back up, a strange lump forming in the back of his throat. like he feels like something is wrong.

( because it is, but of course he won't figure out what it is for a while yet. ) ) My phone, right. Haven't had a chance to check it. ( he stalls, fingers curled around a lump of coal, and he steals a surreptitious glance in keith's direction. won't keep you longer than that. why does that sting as much as it does? )

How, uh. Hard is it to find places to stay around here? ( if you're not expecting to keep him, he'd probably best find some place of his own. ) I don't want to be in your way more than I have to, but. Thanks. ( for getting him somewhere safe, first. )

[marmoron]

[Keith glances up at Lance at that and accidentally makes eye contact. In that moment he seems...confused, but it turns to resignation as he looks away to grab one last piece of coal.]

You're not in the way.

[You never were in the way. Not here and certainly not back at home. Or well... Lance's home. You can't call a place you've technically never been to "home" now can you.]

Just thought... [A lot of things. Too many things to properly articulate in front of the Anti-Klaus's corpse.] ... you'd want your own place.

[Obviously he was wrong, judging from Lance's reaction, but why he was wrong is a whole other mystery that Keith doesn't know what to do with. Did the door mess with Lance's memories when it brought him to Hadriel? Is Lance simply from an earlier point in time? Either way... Keith stands up with an armful of coal, frowning slightly.]

[spazzed]

( y'all just hug this out for all hell's sake.

he wants to keep that eye contact, but in true keith form he looks away before anything meaningful can be accomplished and lance … makes a discontent sort of noise in the back of his throat, wanting to say something but not knowing what, just that he wants to, and all the words that are now spilling into the forefront of his mind are at war with each other, all fighting for the right to spill out of his mouth.

as they usually do. all that babbling, and all.

he doesn't know where to start, not exactly, so he'll stick with the obvious. ) Aha, I mean I guess having my own place would be nice, since I never got that kind of luxury back home. ( that bigass family of his, you know. but he doesn't stop there. ) But I think it would get kind of lonely after a while? You're the only person I know here.

( he kicks at a piece of coal like a small kid that can't keep from fidgeting. ) Would it be okay if I stayed with you?

[marmoron]

[Keith very carefully keeps his eyes focused on anything other than Lance. Conveniently, Cosmo's there, so he'll be looking at his space pup, under the guise of making sure the wolf hasn't been singed or anything by the coal. This whole exchange remains weirdly disconcerting -- for months now, he'd just built up this idea in his head that Lance and the others were gonna brush him off or something for leaving, and being confronted with the exact opposite is...

It should be relieving. It really should be.

But really, it feels a whole lot like something he's held onto, something he's defined himself around, just no longer matters for reasons he doesn't understand. It's like that bonding moment he thought they had a long time ago. Is he just an idiot for thinking it mattered? Is he just being bad at people again? Does any of this fucking matter?

Keith sighs, turning to leave the Colosseum.]

Yeah. That's fine.

[But that's cold, and Keith knows it. He glances over his shoulder mid-step.]

I don't mind. [....] I just wasn't expecting any company.

baAAAABYYYYY also 2

[battlebound]

What the what?

( Excuse the random, horned man carrying a door which bares a barely-cleaned portion of the word brute across it. That's irrelevant. Really, it is. )

you would tag me with a food soul asdlkh

[spazzed]

( where are you going with that door, steak. it's absolutely not irrelevant. he's pretty sure people don't just walk around carrying doors.

but, never mind. for now. ) Uh. Quiznak? ( wait. not everyone is familiar with that word, and he knows it. let's try that again. ) What the heck. ( that's better. sort of. maybe a little.

( or maybe not at all. )

don't judge him, horned man. )

look here he knows keet ok

[battlebound]

( They totally do. Of course they do. What about fitters and joiners? They carry doors.

But anyway. )

Why didn't you say that?

( Maybe it's the door and the graffiti annoying him, or maybe he just... sounds like that all the time. Like he wants to punch something.

It's truly a mystery. )

i'm so glad you called him keet

[spazzed]

( but are you either one of those things, though. or are you just a horned dude carrying a door for no reason at all.

and so maybe he's used to hanging around someone that used to sound like he always wanted to punch something. hm. maybe it's just some inherent personality trait. ) Because I got used to saying quiznak.

( lance you're not making a goddamn bit of sense, and while it's not unusual or alarming, it's not helping the situation of apparent language barriers. ) What's it matter? The important thing is finding out who did this. ( gesturing. to. the graffiti. have you forgotten that.

hold on. ) Why are you carrying a door?

i have genuinely forgotten his name while writing tags negl just like "...Keet...???"

[battlebound]

( ...Right. Steak exhales a huff of air and adjusts the door under his arm. Right. Why did he bother asking? )

Because it needs replacing. ( Flat as anything. Why else? He tried to clean it, it didn't work. Hence... replacing the whole thing. )