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rude awakening B

[epitaffio]

[Now, Doppio hasn't noticed he's lost a pen, but that's only because he still has a handful of them in his little corner of the dormitory. It's not like he needs to hand in his reports in written form, but he finds that taking notes often helps him remember what he needs to tell the Boss.

(And of course, Diavolo appreciates it as well; one way or another, Doppio will report back to him, but being able to respond to him with all the insight of someone with other sources and a powerful, watchful eye helps maintain the illusion that he is hiding elsewhere, never too far, as he has claimed.)

So, he's sorting out his thoughts - Legendary Seeker member profiles; ask about Whitney - when he hears knocking.

Well, ordinary enough. Sure interrupted his train of thought - hopefully he wasn't about to write anything important, because it's just gone now - but that's what happens when you're part of such a large "team".

(It's so different from what he did back home, except at quiet times like this, when he's all by his lonesome and waiting for a call, working towards a lofty goal that seems achievable only because the one who set his eyes on it was the Boss, ever larger than life - it's oddly nostalgic, even--)

That's where his thoughts go while he makes his way to the door, anyway.

Then he opens it.

Then he:

a) sees who knocked;
b) hears his voice;
c) processes visuals and sound, and
d) reacts.

By slamming the door shut, evidently.]

[ferraio]

[ Risotto prides himself on his observational skills. So later on, he'll be furious that he didn't recognize this man earlier (as briefly as they'd met while Risotto was alive, it had been very memorable and, much to his chagrin, the last thing Risotto can even recall seeing before his vision went black). He'll probably cycle through wondering if it was some sort of subconsciously intentional hiccup, meant to lead to this exact moment, or if he were truly losing his edge already. Over what? Grief? Loss? The undeniable surrealism of a world with its own nonstop theme music?

But for now, the only thought that happens is recognition, surprise, and then fury for an entirely different reason.

Fury and then elation, if he's honest. This is a chance Risotto didn't think he'd be given again.

He reacts quickly despite his shock, but perhaps not quickly enough — it's an obvious move and easily foiled, but it must be tried first. Risotto grabs the door handle and, with all the force of a man who trained like he didn't have a stand to throw punches on his behalf back home, he tries to turn the handle and shove the door open. ]

You, [ he snarls, and it's almost hard to believe how quickly the angry desire to not mess up his second chance at this is flooding him. ]

[epitaffio]

[Risotto's attempt is exceedingly successful, as by the time he turns the handle, Doppio is still fumbling for the keys and the door slams back open before he can do anything about it.

He makes a noise that's something like a rubber duck being crushed.

What is he supposed to do? Does he grab a Pokéball or a weapon? Now would be a FANTASTIC time for the Boss to call, in fact, because between the instant, kneejerk terror of being face-to-face with a man who came awfully close to killing him and the distant but nonetheless present baseline irritation at having to see this jerkoff again, his limbs are essentially paralyzed. Some form of direction would be great.]

Wait-- Wait, wait, this isn't my room, I'm sharing it...!

[... So maybe that's why the first thing he remembers to do as he backs up is, uh... to present... that argument. What is it supposed to accomplish? Look, just bear with him, he's trying to find his footing.]

[ferraio]

[ Risotto is almost surprised it's that easy. It's a nice little confidence boost, both personally and towards reality in general, that shouldering the door open actually works.

And there's no immediate signs of supernatural pets in this room, either — it's barely even been a full week, but Risotto's a quick learner for threats, and he visually sweeps the room (multiple beds, but no other occupants) for any pokéballs before advancing. ]

Then they can keep your pen. [ Since, you know, Doppio's about to die and very shortly won't be needing it anymore.

If it's a threat about retribution that Doppio means to get across — that Risotto ought to stop because someone will be coming very shortly who would notice Doppio's corpse — Risotto doesn't care. He'd rather not get caught this soon into arriving, but afterlife or not, really dead back home or not, Risotto wants revenge more than he wants anything else. He has nothing else, now.

Which is why he's uncapping the pen to present the only sharp object he actually happens to have on his person at all, and lunges forward to get a grip on Doppio — on his shirt or his actual throat, whatever finds its way more easily under his fingers. ]

Without your stand, you're an easy target. [ Because if Risotto doesn't have his, there's no way Doppio has one either. ]

[epitaffio]

[His time to react is quickly running out, and he knows it, but unfortunately that doesn't help his limbs much. What finally does spur him into action is the chokehold, even if it's not exactly... Well...

The motion he's aiming for? Reach into bag and grab Pokéball.

What actually happens? Reach into bag and somehow fumble into slapping Pokéball into a direct trajectory towards Risotto's face.

Before it connects, the ball opens with a flash and sends out a blob that Doppio faintly recognises as Cristina; whether the spin he accidentally put on the Pokéball means the Morpeko hits Risotto in the face or just flies onto the bed, the next few seconds will tell.]

there is no dignity in this thread

[ferraio]

[ Risotto is a large enough man that even before he'd gained his stand, it wasn't all that much of a stretch to learn to overpower people to kill them. He's fought for his life physically before, even if it's been literal years since he's grappled with anyone outside of training. He's also blindingly angry right now, both facts - overconfidence and rage - that unfortunately coalesce together into...

Well, a bit of a repeat as to how he died in their first fight. At least this miscalculation only ends up in-- ] Dammit--

[ Risotto has not, in fact, physically attacked a single pokemon since arriving and being taught the basics of battling with them by other Rocket members. If asked, he'd have naturally assumed it might follow the same rules as back home - that you can't fight them yourself, otherwise why would anyone stand idly by and let two oversized caterpillars scowl at each instead of settling it themselves?

But reflexes mean that when the small, strange capybara (???) is suddenly in front of his head, Risotto lets go of Doppio in favor of grabbing that, and he's actually successful in catching it.

Sort of. After it's already hit his nose pretty damn hard, anyway. He's definitely touching it, so that's another difference from stands that he's just confirmed, if nothing else.

Risotto definitely tries to just throw it back at Doppio's face the second he gets a good grip on it. ]

GOD none at all

[epitaffio]

Hey, careful--!

[Is Doppio more comfortable politely asking Risotto not to hurt Cristina, or is he just relieved to be able to breathe again and celebrating by doing one of the many things that oxygen allows one to do, such as Speaking? It's mostly the latter, actually, but it wouldn't be fair to completely discount the former.

His relief is short-lived, though, because then Risotto is throwing Cristina right back at him, and sure, she won't hurt him, but she certainly is impairing his vision. Significantly, what with her little feet scrambling to climb to the top of his head and lightly (harmlessly, he may notice later) scratching his eyelids in the process.]

Cri-- Hey, hey, come on, turn around!

[SHE'S TRYING, okay. Her fur bristles as she chirps irritably, and the way the light reflects off of it almost makes it look like it's turning a different colour.]

[ferraio]

[ 'Careful'? That's a ridiculous thing to say to someone that's trying to throw a weapon at you. The vague curiosity about whether or not this strange rodent is more than just a weapon or not comes and goes about as quickly as the realization that Risotto is not remotely guaranteed the upper hand just because he's bigger and stronger and has practiced killing people for ten years.

Because this place has weird rules that he's still learning, and maybe he was too quick to engage. But he can't very well retreat the way he used to be able to, either, so...

Risotto considers using his own pokemon, which seems like a terrible idea because it means those are several seconds he can't spend trying to kill Doppio physically with his hands, but if it turns out this little thing is actually dangerous...

He grunts with both effort and frustration as he just doubles down on attacking personally. Pen gripped in his fist, hand gripping for the front of Doppio's shirt, Risotto is doing his level best to just stab him in the throat like he's being paid for it, okay. Yes, with a pen. He's killed people with stranger objects. ]

[epitaffio]

[Cristina successfully scrambles up to the top of Doppio's head and slips down his back without getting much more irritated, which is good. Risotto may be bigger than him, but Doppio isn't opposed to using a Pokémon's abilities on a human being.

Then Doppio notices Risotto's fist, and what's in it, and the motion it's coming down in--]

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

[His voice cracks. The attack connects.

Everything turns blinding white, at least for Doppio. He's not sure if that's just a For Him thing, because this has never happened to him before, and for the next little moment, he's a little too indisposed to think about it anyway. Of course, as far as he can tell, it passes in the blink of an eye, and then he can finally confirm first-hand what he's heard about severe acts of violence in this world...

But perhaps more importantly to Risotto, Doppio and his Morpeko have vanished without a trace.]

[ferraio]

Coward--

[ Is as far as Risotto gets into lecturing Doppio for wasting his last few moments pleading. For what, exactly? There wasn't room or time for mercy where they both came from, and it's unlikely Doppio was about to buy his life with favors.

But then that wait seems prophetic in some impossible, unknown way. Risotto reflexively closes his eyes and flinches from the bright light - there's a flare as if something's been reset or glitched out a light bulb flashed before dying and then the room is perfectly normal, and...

...And Doppio is nowhere to be found. ]

...Where are you. [ Risotto assumes a trick, at first - he looks for signs of that pokemon or its container, checks in front of himself like a blind man in case Doppio's merely invisible, but it's not long before Risotto suspects this...may be exactly as it seems. Does this mean he killed Doppio, is that how death is handled here? Or did the man teleport away?

Risotto finds he isn't sure, but...after briefly picking the room apart for any clues (about what, even he isn't sure - if the Boss is with Doppio, mostly), Risotto does what he does best:

retreats until he can learn more about the situation. ]