Rolanda A. Knox
Park, Outside the Office Building
Time Unknown (Morning)
"OH COME ON!"
Great is the ire that rises from the small detective as she stares at the receding form of Haruka and who-knows-what-the-hell monster that just sprouted from her like a bad case of acne. If possible, her ears would be blowing off steam right now as if akin to a cartoon. Indeed, she was fuming. She was miffed. She was irritated. Yet most of all, she was above and beyond frustrated. For someone to just shrug off the crimes leveled against her, especially when so great and many in number, was an insult she could not forgive. Not against her, no; against the concept of itself. Anything that did not adhere to the Justice that governed all things was nothing but a base animal, no, not even that. Animals cannot go against justice, for they are incapable of committing crimes. They simply follow their nature. For something to go against Justice even when capable of understanding it, and ignore her crimes...
Well, that was nothing more than a cowardly criminal, too determined to imagine herself a victim.
But if that were not enough, the grand showcase of Troph's spells, a veritable cannonfire from the heavens that scorches the earth leaving naught but destruction in its wake, is denied all the same. A momentary burst of static in reality and everything returns back to square one. Once more results of what happened are denied, nay, ignored but Haruka and her parasite-like sidekick. Even if Rolanda could feel the heat of destruction radiating from the blast zone all the way to where she was, it had not been enough.
Or, perhaps, it was incorrect to say that it was 'not enough'. Indeed, it had been enough to make complete mockery out of the grotesque pet and her owner. Yet, like a stubborn child that demands a 'do-over' from the game when she loses, she flipped over the table, outraged, and returned everything to the starting positions.
If there was one thing that Rolanda despised, it was sore losers.
"What sort of bloody wanker are you!? Are you that much into pseudo-existential navel-gazing that you are incapable of rational thought!? 'Might as well kill you'!? Sod off you Hindenburg-sized hypocrite! If you're that much into killing, kill yourself! Save us all the trouble and jump off a cliff! Hang from a ceiling fan! Eat a cyanide pill! Go play in the oncoming traffic like the bloody entitled child that you are!" Rolanda roared as she shook her fist at the "Even with that third-rate, low-budget Japanese horror-movie monster growing from you, you're just as you've always been, Haruka! The reason why there was never an inkling of respect when I called you 'club president', the reason why I never saw you as a leader of any type... it was this! This very thing! 'Me, me, me' is all I hear between every line that you utter! Kuromusi Haruka, even in this world, even when strapped to power that makes you oh-boo-hoo-woe-is-me-immortal, you are once again a petulent child refusing to believe the reality does not, in fact, revolve around you and what ails you!"
It was if some sort of switch had been flipped inside the mach-speed mind of the little detective. Instead of her usual bile and crooked menace, she was speaking with power, poise and a tone full of indignation. This was not a perceived personal slight against her or petty cruelty that was usually spouted from the frothing mouth of the sadistic teenager. This time, and perhaps just this once, Rolanda spoke with fury that stemmed from something righteous, something she believed in and something she saw Haruka's bloated self-pity encroach upon.
Rolanda did not spit fire and venom because she was angry. She did so because she was disgusted.
"So hear me and understand, Haruka! The next time you want us to clean up the mess that you yourself went and caused in the first place...!" Rolanda shouted, eyes flaming. "Learn to wipe your own bloody ass already, you child! In other words, take some FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY for the FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE!"
Then, as if that had consumed most of her energy for the moment, Rolanda relaxed the best she could, her breath heavy and ragged. She leaned her head back just a bit, letting the wind cool of her sweating forehead. That outburst, as unlikely as it had been, had taken some toll on the small detective; at least emotionally. She needed a moment to gather her mental fortitude.
So, perhaps, that was why it took all five seconds more of her to realize that Kurogane Akira was carrying her - Princess Style.
"Wha..." Rolanda's voice squeaked uncharacteristically. "Wha, wha, wha, wha...!"
For a moment the blue-haired detective could simply stare at the taller girl. Her eyes began to swirl in her head, and her lower lip seemed to vibrate up and down at amazing speeds. There were not many things that could take the self-proclaimed Intellectual Rapist by surprise, yet 'lo and behold, one of these things had been accidentally discovered in the middle of a daring escape.
Therefore, it was no wonder that Rolanda did not know how to act. It was no wonder that her usual bravado of cruelty refused to function properly. It was no wonder that her first instinct wasn't to slap the taste out of Akira's mouth.
It was, however, a wonder that Rolanda's facade suffered an immediate shutdown of magnificent proportions, revealing, perhaps for the first time, something actually resembling a teenage girl from beneath.
A terribly embarrassed and a terribly confused teenage girl. One whose cheeks went up red like wildfire in Santa's workshop.
"What th' bludy heel dae ye hink yoo're daein' Kurogane!? Since when was it okay fur ye tae jist 'a'ight-let's-go' scoop me up loch thes!? Aam nae a damn sack ay tatties ye can jist lug aroond ye brute!" Rolanda screamed in a voice that was remarkably more high-pitched than her trained tone of a cruel intellectual.
Incidentally, it also looked like Rolanda, when extremely flustered, was unable to keep up her accent anymore, reverting to nigh incomprehensible Scottish drawl that was natural to her. Something that the group, and especially Akira, got to hear for the first time.
"This is a crime! Shameless crime! A crime against aw cuttie fowk everywhaur ye bludy amazon! I'll cuff ye! Cuff ye an' flin' ye intae a prison, shoot th' key tae th' moon an' moon intae th' sun!"
It was then that Rolanda's eyes fell to Akira's other hand which was, because of the princess carry, somewhere very near the blue-haired girl's skirt and... other areas. Backside, to be exact.
"AIN WHAUR DAE YE HINK YE OTHER HAIN IS YE BLOODY PERVERT!?"
This time, Rolanda's eyes were in tears. Another first for today.