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[saveswithsong]

Who: Rat, Shion, and you!
What: Rat is here to make a good first impression.
When: After the Crowning
Where: Anywhere in Tribute Tower


Shion had to be here. A brief few minutes with a computer had confirmed it. He had to move carefully. He was still wearing the clothes he'd walked away from Shion in, with dried blood spots on his tan, torn pants, and on the arm of his yellow shirt. There was other blood on him too, some of which was his attacker, and some was even Shion's.

But he moved silently, using the upper rafters as his path through the larger areas. No one seemed to notice him. That was not always the case, but he stuck to halls that were empty.

That Crowning. Enjolras and the others... he wonderd if Shion had recognized them.

But soon, he wouldn't have to wonder. He found Shion's apartment. There, he would wait. He stood in a place behind the door so that when it opened, he couldn't be seen until it was too late.

As soon as Shion entered, he sprung on him. He turned the lights out and grabbed Shion's arm. He twisted it around behind him, and leveraged him up onto his toes. "You may have to fight, but you're still an easy mark," he stated. He didn't seem in a rush to let Shion go.

((OOC; Feel free to tag the rat infestation! He can be skulking around anywhere. He's unarmed but if a fight gets picked he'll still fight back.))

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He supposed his assessment was a bit rash, but not by much. His movements were frantic, not practiced. He'd get down to what had just happened soon, but for now, he'd have to keep him from hurting himself.

He brought his foot out to sweep Shion's out from under him. He cobtolled his fall down to the floor, and pressed his knee into the small of his back. He leaned down into Shion's ear. "Shion! You, with the stupid looking hair. What have they done to your trophy?"

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He was on the flood and he couldn't move but he kept fighting until he heard his name. Recognised the voice at last, and went completely limp.

"Rat..." No it couldn't be. Rat wasn't here. Couldn't be here. Couldn't be in this place of danger and death, of lies...

He couldn't be here, he had gone. He had to be safe, away. Not here.

"Rat..."

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Once Shion came back to his senses, he released him and got back to his feet. He'd leave Shion to get up on his own. He turned the light back on.

He paced around Shion's room a bit, and made himself comfortable on the couch. He settled right in as if he belonged there. "Friends of the ABC won this little deathmatch? Hugo would be proud." He yawned, despite the 3 hour nap he'd had, he was still fairly fresh from the destruction of the Correctional Facility and the wall of No. 6.

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Shion didn't get all the way up, but he did turn to follow Rat with his eyes as the light was switched back on.

It was him, really him and he was here. Shion shook his head, staring at him in a mix of horror and sadness. "What are you doing here? You can't be here!"

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Did he think he would be able to stop these people from kidnapping him? He wasn't sure what to do with the anger Shion being in these games brought up in him, but two things remained true: He wouldn't allow Shion to be killed, nor would he allow Shion to kill anyone.

"Ah, then you'll be sure to show me the way home, then?" He got up again and made his way to what he hoped was a closet. Hopefully something of Shion's would fit him and not be the ridiculous thing he had on right at this moment.

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Good luck with that Rat, most the clothing is on the verge of ridiculous, but there are some training clothes in there.

Shion blushed, "I don't know it." He finally got to his feet and followed Rat to the cupboard. "When did you get here." His ears were practically ringing and he felt sick, but he was breathing and that was a start.

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Rat found the training clothes, and seemed to be satisfied with them for now. He tossed the outfit onto a nearby chair and started to strip out of the bloody clothes he'd arrived in.

"Just in time for a positively lovely party. The kind of ball I've always dreamed of," he answered.

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That was better, Shion didn't like to see Rat covered in blood.

"You were at the party?" He asked, blinking, fighting back the anger that rose in him, the fact they had taken him, put wires in him, manipulated his dreams. No one should do that to Rat.

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He grinned. "Eve put on quite the performance." He did a few steps of a waltz without a partner, but the effect was somehow lessened by the work out clothes.

"Where were you, Shion? Or could it be you managed to avoid the needles?" He looked skeptical, but in truth, he hadn't looked that hard for Shion because he had no way of knowing he would be there. He had thought he alone here until he'd woken up and saw mention of him in the computers. He didn't put the shirt on yet, he instead sat down and put his boots back on after his little dance demonstration.

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Shion winced, "I didn't, but they didn't work." He still stared at Rat, still not fully believing he was here.

"They sent me to another place, not the party." The scientists hadn't given any reason why it hadn't worked, nor any apologies for the nightmare he had been thrown into.

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Rat peered carefully at Shion, but didn't really look too affected by what he'd said. "Oh? What a shame." Of course the further questioning was laid there in how he said that, even if he didn't explicitly ask for more information.

His beaten and weathered boots were back on, and he finally put the shirt on.

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Shion shrugged, "I did not know that you were there."

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He sighed, exasperated with Shion's avoidance. "Where did you end up?" His tone was a bit sharp, but he wanted to know. He had to know just what kind of technology this place was reckoning with.

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"Another place, it was a dream as well." Shion blinked at him, "A nightmare, it happened to a few of us, we were all their together."

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He didn't press any further after that. He knew what that nightmare probably consisted of. He considered Shion for another moment. "Aren't you going to give me the tour?" Yes, a change in subject was probably in order here.

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Shion blinked, glad to not have to continue. He nodded and stood up, "Well this is my room." Very neat, a strange furry purring creature on the edge of the desk, nothing to see there.

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No, that furry creature was something to see. He picked it up with widely-spread fingers like some kind of claw game. He turned it upside down, sideways, and every which way. "Where's the face?" He wasn't being rough with it, but not near as nice as he was to his rats.

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The tribble cooed and shook and Shion reached out to take it from Rat, stroking it until it calmed down. "It doesn't have one, you're scaring it."

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He definitely looked surprised by its reaction. "What is that thing?" It wasn't often he didn't know what something around them was, and he wasn't sure he liked the feeling at all.

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"They are called tribbles, they seem to have been made by this place." He stroked his again, "I called him Darjeeling."

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Of course he did. He didn't seem to react much to the name. It was just a matter of course at this point. "Ah, I think the rats might get a little jealous."

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"Why? I can care for them all equally." He blinked at Rat, don't estimate his ability to love cute fluffy creatures. All of them.

The tribble cooed as well and Shion resumed stroking it. "They don't even need food, they don't eat. I'm not sure how on earth they live, they are facinating!"

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He huffed. "But you can't even train it to do anything." He may be missing his rats a little bit. Not having one or more of them buried in a pocket somewhere in his jacket was something to get used to.

But he yawned. He seemed to be fading fast. "Come with me to my room. They said it's District 1." Not that that meant a whole lot to him at this point, but that's what he was told before.

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Shion just stroked the tribble some more and put it back on the side. "Alright." He nodded, slipping on his shoes.

"The floors here represent actual districts outside the city." He explained though Rat hadn't asked but when did Shion need an excuse to babble.

"We've never been there but that is what it means, we replaced those that came from there, before."

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He followed Shion along, just letting him prattle on. He was a preferable tour guide to those weirdos with the stupid hair. Speaking of...

He reached out and grabbed hold of Shion's hair. "You never answered my question. Why is your hair green?"

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"Ow!" Shion tried to bat Rat's hand away, "They dyed it, let go."

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He let go of his hair, and scowled. "Who dyed it?" He wasn't going to let go of this so easily.

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"My stylists." Shion told him, scowling back, "I fought them for months, it wasn't as if I just let them."

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He frowned, still. "They have no right." But he didn't seem want to discuss it further. He supposed he'd have to have some kind of discussion with Shion's stylists.

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"They do." He shrugged, "It's their job."