“ i’m all done, do your thing.”
[Prompt]
“Finally,” Rori replied, standing from her seat and cracking her knuckles. “I’ll get some answers for ya.”

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“ i’m all done, do your thing.”
[Prompt]
“Finally,” Rori replied, standing from her seat and cracking her knuckles. “I’ll get some answers for ya.”
“ i’m not trying to definitively stop ya. just maybe slow your roll.”
[Prompt]
She hated it when people could tell she was on edge, when she was eager to let her fists do the talking. It was embarrassing - infuriating, even. So Rori listened, nodded when Ava said her peace and let herself breathe for a moment.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed, nodding again to show she really was absorbing what had been said. “Can’t go in hot-headed, they’ll know something’s up. Just... knowing what they did? Difficult to not think about, is all.”
Rori rolled her shoulders and set her jaw, breathing through her nose in an effort to loosen up. As angry as she was now, she’d feel worse if she blew this and the bastards got away.
“Okay, I’m good. I’m good. We can go on. I’ll play nice.”
“ i think you should jump out the window to save me the trouble of killing you.” (not said to Rori, obviously)
[Prompt]
“You say trouble, I say fun,” Rori remarked, allowing a mischievous grin to cross her face as she waggled her eyebrows at the man. The fact that she had a knife in her already-blooded hands really sold the crazed look and the man was out of the room before Rori’s dramatics could crack.
A more genuine, yet smug-tinged, smile crossed her face as she wiped off the knife in her hands and sheathed it.
“It’s all in the eyes and the tone,” she said, a laugh finally escaping her as she shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. “Gets idiots like that every time.”
What on earth...
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EMILY WREN WILY.
ALBERT LUCIEN WILY.
IF YOU DON'T CEASE THIS IDIOCY NOW, I WILL DRAG YOU BOTH INTO THE SAME ROOM BY THE EARS.
Albert? Emily Wren?
Would you two come here?
DADDY! EMILY AND I TORTURED CUT WITH FOOD!
ALBERT!
Emily Wren called me Mama Kaida~.
Good, someone who knows about Christmas. Too many of my alternates stifled holiday celebrations. Simply atrocious.
"Mandatory Consumer Holiday."
If I hear that phrase one more time
I swear to god I’ll make Wily eat his hat.