[prologue] post-trial, w/ steph

[asswipe]

[Hey, Steph. Veronica wasn't seeking her out, specifically, but that doesn't stop her from taking a moment to talk to her. She awkwardly waves at her when she spots her, still reeling from the trial.]

Hi. That was, uh... That was a lot, huh?

[still shook pink sparkles was the damning evidence, tbh.]

Comments

[vigilantics]

I don't know what I expected.

[ the moment the dancing armor became a thing it was obvious shit was going to get Weird, but she still doesn't know what to say. ]

And we have to... do that again? Seriously?

[asswipe]

... It's looking like it, yeah.

[the dancing armor she can accept, honestly. it'd be bizarre but funny in any other context? the murder, though...]

They want us to do this again and again until their "war" is over.

[vigilantics]

It would be a lot easier if we could just go and directly kick their butts and go home that way.

[asswipe]

[she snorts.]

I wish. It'd be what they deserve for dragging us into this mess.