Post by Quakerlol on Dec 28, 2011 11:02:57 GMT -6
((Note: We decided that the Agitator's name is Aarsamir))
It was lunchtime on the quad. It was a breezy night, with the moons full overhead. Trolls were laughing, yelling, fighting, all the usual things. Aarsamir was eating with a large group of friends at the picnic tables on the quad when she spotted the Catalyst walking down the quad, carrying an armload of books and a lunch tray. The Agitator smirked. She told her friends to watch as she stuck out her leg, tripping Kyachril. Kyachril flailed a bit and dropped her tray and books.
"Er, excuse me?" She looked at the Agitator, slightly confused. The Agitator laughed.
"Pffffffffffffft haha. Wat(h where you're going, dumbarss."
Kyachril was unsure as to what to do. She bent down to pick up her books. The Agitator grinned and turned over her glass of juice onto the volumes. "Oh, whoops," she said sarcastically."My bad."
The Catalyst looked up in disgust. "Now yyou are just mocking me," she replied, attempting to intimidate Aarsamir.
"What? Me? Never," the Agitator replied. "Goodnerss no." Sarcasm dripped heavily from her words.
"Facetious child. Let me pick up myy books," the Catalyst demanded.
Aarsamir took offense to that. "Hey!" she shouted, standing up. "Who you (a))ing a (hi)d?"
"YYou," Kyachril patronizingly responded. Aarsamir frowned. She stumbled forward, as if by accident, and stepped on one of the Catalyst's books. "WHOOPS," she said, her tone seething with irony.
A growl escaped the Catalyst's throat, followed by a sigh. Aarsamir ignored the last sound. She turned to her friends, ever the showman. "Oh, (he(k it out guys! She's a(tua))y grow)ing at me. Irsn't that (ute." Kyachril ignored that remark and attempted to push Aarsamir off her book. The Agitator was thrown off balance. "Shit!" she yelled, catching herself against the table.
The Catalyst rescued the book, now covered in dirt and footmarks. The Agitator glared at her. "Bit(h, what the he)) wars that for?"
"YYou stepped on myy stuff," the Catalyst responded clamly, as if this should have been obvious.
"It wars an a((ident!" Aarsamir angrily replied.
"Of course it was," Kyachril said sarcastically. "I was willing to forget the tripping but that was blatant."
"I have no idea what you're ta)king about," Aarsamir rebutted. "I wars stret(hing my )eg, and you tripped over it )ike a ()umsy idiot wigg)er. You shou)d have been paying more attention!"
"And that is whyy yyour friends nearlyy coughed up milk afterward?" the Catalyst asked, making a sweeping gesture with her hands to indicate the still-laughing trolls.
"You'd have to be some sort of b)ind idiot not to see how hi)ariours that wars," Aarsamir responded. "It's not my fau)t you )ooked stupid."
"If anyyone was an idiot, it was yyou grinding myy stuff into the ground," the greenblood countered.
"Oh p)earse, that wars an a((ident," the Agitator replied, her arms folding across her chest.
"It was in no wayy an accident and yyou know it."
"Anyone (ou)d see that I wars going to get off them, and then you straight up shoved me against the tab)e." She turned yo her friends for backup. "Right, guys?" They nodded in agreeement.
The Catalyst looked vaguely disgusted. Aarsamir smirked. "We)), I apo)ogize for getting in your way, Cata)yst."
Kyachril shook her head and picked up another book. "And I apologize for taking up yyour time--"
"Apo)ogy accepted," Aarsamir interrupted. She grabbed a book. "Here, a))ow me," she said politely. Her hands fumbled, and she dropped it in the dust. "Shit, sorry."
"Uh huh," the Catalyst said, arching an eyebrow. "Just give it."
"Cat(h," Aarsamir replied, grinning. She tossed the book frisbee-style into Kyachril's stomach, making her grunt slightly.The Agitator barely suppressed a laugh. Kyachril, now actually angry, only barely missed catching the book. Her eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted like a proper soldier. Aarsamir almost doubled over in laughter, echoed in her amusement by her friends. She wiped away an imaginary tear for effect. "Oh man Cata)yst, you shou)d see your fa(e!" she gasped.
Blood began to rise in Kyachril's face. She glared at the laughing table. "Shut up yyou imbecilic fools, this isn't yyour busiiness. As for yyou... What is yyour problem?" she demanded, turning to the Agitator. Aarsamir straightened up, still smiling.
"Imbe(i)i(? Oh shit, I didn't know I wars in the prersen(e of the Emprerss here!" She made a low, sweeping, mock bow. "Hey, I don't have a prob)em, you're the one who purshed me," she said, still snickering under her breath.
The Catalyst was visibly tense. Anyone who knew her even a little would have thought that she was about to throw some judo skills around in a moment. She took a deep breath. "YYou tripped me. Now, I'm going to need both of those books."
"Books?" The Agitator arched an eyebrow in mock confusion. She ooked down and pretended to notice the two books near her feet for the first time. "Oh, therse." She grabbed them and held them up, "Cat(h, if you (an!" With an underhanded sweep she tossed the books in gentle, diverging arcs, making it impossible for anyone to catch both.
"Oh jegus not ag--" The Catalyst started. She didn't bother trying to catch either. Both books fell to the ground with an audible THUMP.
The Agitator snorted. "Wow, you rea))y su(k at (at(hing."
"YYou suuck at throwing." Kyachril retorted.
"Pretty sure the prob)em's on your end, sweet (heeks." To call Aarsamir's tone condescending would have been an understatement.
The Catalyst bent over to get the book on her left, careful to keep both eyes on Aarsamir so that she didn't try anything. Aarsamir noticed this and smirked. She crossed her arms across her chest and stuck a toe under the remaining book, flipping it just out of Kyachril's reach.
The Catalyst sighed. "Who are yyou, and what is yyour problem."
The Agitator was visibly shocked this time. "Shit, you don't remember me?" she asked. "You rea))y are dumb."
"YYou apparentlyy were not important enough to register," the Catalyst replied. She was trying to think of good ways to get her books back
A muscle jumped in Aarsamir's eye. "C)ear)y your regirster doersn't work for shit," she stated bluntly, "be(aurse I beat you in a)morst everything ba(k in highs(hoo)." She set her foot on the last book on the ground. "Doers 'Aarsamir' ring any be))s?"
"Did yyou now?" the Catalyst replied disinterestedly. "I don't remember that part."
"I beat you for va)edi(torian." Aarsamir continued.
Something clicked in Kyachril's mind. "Barelyy, and onlyy because yyou took golf or something ridiculous. I don't even remember."
"Oh, so you do remember." The smirk returned with a vengeance.
"Like I saaid, barelyy." The Catalyst frowned.
"We)), I'm f)attered." Aarsamir removed her foot from the book and kicked it towards Kyachril. "Take (are now." She turned on a heel and went back to her seat.
The Catalyst sighed at the remains of her ruined lunch. She glared at Aarsamir, who was laughing with her friends again. She could hear her talking to them, as if it was for her benefit. "Yeah, I know that bit(h," Aarsamir said to those assembled, "Jurst thought I wou)d merss up her day a )itt)e, no biggie."
Her face set in a frown and she walked over to the table. "YYou know, Aarsamir, normallyy at this point I would have gone."
Aarsamir stopped laughing and turned around. "Hmm?"
"But yyou've managed to get to me," the Catalyst continued.
"Oh rea))y?" the Agitator asked. "Again, f)attered."
"What is yyour problem?"
Aarsamir shrugged. "No prob)em, jurst merssing with you. It's not rea))y a big dea)."
"What do yyou mean, reallyy?" Kyachril demanded. "Whyy did yyou mess with me in the first place?"
"Eh, bored?" the Agitator replied. "Thought it wou)d be funny."
"Did yyou now." Kyachril's frown deepened.
"Yup, fina))y (aught on didn't you." Aarsamir said condescendingly. She gave a dismissive wave. "See ya," she said coolly.
"Absolutelyy not," Kyachril responded. "Whyy did yyou trip me?" She attempted to grab Aarsamir's shoulder. The Agitator shoved her hand away violently.
"Don't tou(h me," she stated flatly. Her voice dropped from the constant state of good humour that it had been occupying to a sudden serious tone.
The Catalyst considered immobilizing her via pressure points at the neck, but was put off by the voice. "And I a)ready to)d you," the Agitator continued, "that wars an a((ident. Lirsten for on(e in your )ife." Her voice became less serious, but that was obviously forced for the benefit of her friends, who had grown silent.
"That is a ridiculous notion. Whyy. Did. YYou. Trip. Me?" Kyachril spat out her words with as much venom as possible.
"And I a)ready to)d you," Aarsamir retorted, mocking Kyachril's intonation, "It. Wars. An. A((ident."
The Catalyst laughed a bit under her breath. "Mimicryy is the highest form of flatteryy," she replied, a slight mocking smile coming to her face.
The corner of Aarsair's mouth twitched. "Oh, you're )aughing at me now?" she demanded, stepping forward. She shoved the Catalyst by the shoulders, knocking her backward. "Don't fu(king )augh at me."
Kyachril stumbled back, but quickly recovered. She tossed her bag to the side and lunged for the Agitator, attempting to hit a pressure point and paralyze her arm. Aarsamir barely dodged, taken by surprise. "Shit!" she shouted, lurching backwards. "What the he)) wars that?"
"Don't &%$@ with me. Please." Icicles hung from the Catalyst's voice.
"Make me," Aarsamir retorted, finding her balance.
"I can't make yyou not do something," Kyachril replied, concerned for the safety of her bag. It was now closer to the Agitator than before.
"We)) shit, you sure jurst tried," the Agitator responded, noticing the bag. She looked over at it, then back to the Catalyst. Kyachril dived for it, but Aarsamir kicked it out of the way first, causing her to fall in the dirt. "My. Bad."
The Catalyst made a grab for Aarsamir's foot. "Oh fu(k!" Aarsamir yelled, trying to dodge the grab. She failed miserably. The Catalyst yanked the foot out from under her, causing her to fall on her back to the ground. "FUCK!" Kyachril pinned her arms down.
"What do yyou want?" she demanded. Aarsamir glared at her.
"For you to get the fu(k off me, for starters!" She tried shoving her off, but the Catalyst's judo training served her well.
"No." she replied calmly.
"FUCK!" The Agitator scowled at her.
"Tell me whyy yyou tripped me and mayybe I will let yyou go."
"You better get your greenb)ooded arss off me right now."
Kyachril was beginning to have an idea that the Agitator's motives were not entirely platonic. She was unsure whether she really wanted to participate in this, but she was pissed.She became aware of the people at Aarsamir's table watching the scene unfold intently. "I have stated myy demands alreadyy," she said, narrowing her eyes.
The Agitator drew up her knees and shoved them into the Catalyst's chest, knocking her off. She pushed herself off of the ground and pinned her. "And I don't take we)) to demands," she spat. She got up, pushing against Kyachril's wrists for leverage, and turned to go back to her table.
"&%$^ yyou, I should have been able to stop yyou from doing that."
"We)), )ooks )ike you didn't," Aarsamir replied without looking back at her. "Boo fri(kety hoo."
Kyachril began to get up in a way that would leave her dignity intact. However, a tile under her boot tilted, and her foot went out from under her. The Agitator turned to see her sprawled on the quad, limbs going in every direction. She tried to suppress a laugh, and failed. "Pfft! Pffffffthahahaahahaa!!!! You are seriours)y a (onstant sour(e of entertainment, you know that? Hahahahaaaa!" She doubled over, gasping for air. Her friends joined her, chuckling.
The Catalyst took a deep breath and got up from the ground in a cat-like judo move. "Do stop laughing at me," she requested with as much politeness as she could muster.
The Agitator ignored how undoubtedly sweet that move was. "Do stop being hi)ariours then," she replied, rolling her eyes and turning back to her lunch.
Kyachril snorted and grabbed her bag, brushing it off. She made a quick inventory of her books. Many dirty and dusty, one covered in footprints, one missing. She turned to the Agitator's table. Of course. "I would love to get to class right now," she said, addressing Aarsamir, "but yyou or one of yyour friends has myy book. I would like it back now."
Aarsamir didn't turn away from her lunch. "I have no idea what you're ta)king about," she replied.
"YYes yyou do and yyou are a liar."
"Nope," she said, keeping a straight face. The Catalyst did not want to initiate violence, but she did really need that book. "Che(k your bag again or something," Aarsamir continued, "I don't have it." When she thought that the Catayst wasn't looking she passed the book concealed under her jacket to the friend sitting beside her. The friend tossed it to the side. Kyachril was not fooled.
"YYou have it and yyou are also terrible at sleight of hand."
The Agitator decided to keep the charade going. "Nope, )ook, it's over there."
"Liar," the Catalyst retorted. Aarsamir turned around.
"See, I don't have it!" She opened up her ripped jacket for inspection. "It's over THERE, dumbarss,"she said, pointing to the book on the ground.
"Now yyour friend might have a few tricks up their sleeve though," Kyachril conceded, nodding. "Good one, yellow."
Aarsamir folded her arms. "Again, no idea what you're ta)king about." "I"ve ggot nno idea wwhat you"re ttalking about either,," her friend echoed.
The Catalyst sensed a trick, but she did really need that book. She bent down carefully, watching Aarsamir's feet for any signs of her planning to kick her in the face.
Aarsamir, of course, was planning nothing of the sort. That would have been far too predictable, and 'predictable' was not often applied to the Agitator. She reached for her fork and knocked over her friend's drink, spilling it over the table. It soaked the Catalyst's exposed neck and the paperback cover of the book. "Shit, sorry Athestad," Aarsamir apologized. The Catalyst looked at her ruined book, rage building in her expanding and contracting vascular system. "Oh man, you want me to go grab you another drink?" Aarsamir asked. "My treat." She ignored the seething Catalyst and got up as if to go get another drink for her friend.
Kyachril put her book in her bag, crouched, and tackled the Agitator. "Oh SHIT!" the rustblood yelled, falling backwards. The Catalyst, prepared this time, jabbed a pressure point near the Agitator's shoulder, paralyzing her arm. Kyachril landed on top of Aarsamir, pinning her legs. "Ow!" Aarsamir shouted. "Ow, fu(k! What the fu(k wars that?"
"Apologize," the Catalyst demanded. The Agitator tried to move her arm, to no success.
"Fu(k no!"
"Apologize now."
"You para)yzed my fu(king ARM!"
"YYes I did, apologize."
"FUCK. NO."
The Agitator whipped back her remaining arm and punched the Catalyst across the face, leaving a green mark. Kyachril leaned into it, but was ultimately unhurt. Judo training does wonders for your stamina. The Agitator punched her again for good measure, and shoved her off while she was still stunned.
"What the fu(k irs WRONG WITH YOU?" she demanded, getting up and awkwardly holding her arm. "Para)yzing my fu(king arm!" The Catalyst was still a bit too shaken up to try any serious tricks. Aarsamir spat on the ground. "Man, fu(k you. Seriours)y. Fu(k. You." Kyachril got back into a crouching position. She wiped a bit of blood from her lip and launched herself at the Agitator again.
"FUUCK!" Aarsamir yelled. She was prepared for it this time, though. When she hit the ground she rolled over, pinning the Catalyst with her good arm while the greenblood was still off-balance from the tackle.
The Catalyst frowned. "Oh jegus I'm suupposed to be good at this stuff."
Aarsamir snorted. "Yeah, good fu(king job."
"Apologize," the Catalyst demanded again. The Agitator raised an eyebrow.
"I'm pretty sure you're the one who's pinned here. You're the one who shou)d be fu(king apo)ogizing." The Catalyst did not answer, but instead spat bloody spittle in her face. Something snapped in the Agitator's mind. "OH FUCK NO." she shouted.
"Apologize." Kyachril ordered.
"FUCK NO. YOU DID NOT." Aarsamir was seeing red.
"I did. Apologize."
The Agitator drove a knee into her stomach. "Fu(king MAKE ME," she yelled. "Fu(king MAKE ME, you arrogant bit(h!" She pulled up her good arm to slap the Catalyst across the face. The Catalyst, her arms freed, aimed a jab at a pressure point at the base of the Agitator's skull. In any other circumstance she would have hit it exactly, but she was too blinded by rage to be accurate. Instead of paralyzing her, it just hurt like hell. "Fu(king OW!" the Agitator screamed.
"Whyy do yyou cuss so much," the Catalyst asked, winded. "It makes yyou sound like an idiot."
The Agitator looked down at her angrily. "We)) fu(k, I didn't mean to offend you! My sin(ererst fu(king apo)ogiers." She got up, driving a knee into Kyachril's stomach as she did so. She looked down contemptuously. The Catalyst remained still, trying to catch her breath. "Go get a fu(king band-aid or something, you )ook )ike shit. Come on guys," the Agitator said, turning to her friends. "Lun(h irs a)morst over."
Kyachril groaned and pushed herself up on one elbow. "I am going to make yyou apologize at some point, yyou understand that."
"Uh-huh," Aarsamir replied condescendingly. "You keep te))ing yourse)f that, sweetheart." She grabbed her bag from the table and began walking off with her group of friends.
Kyachril was exhausted. She would have come up with a witty retort, but she was tired, both from the fight and her feelings of rage.
As she walked past, Aarsimar spit next to Kyachril's face, getting in one last parting shot.
It was lunchtime on the quad. It was a breezy night, with the moons full overhead. Trolls were laughing, yelling, fighting, all the usual things. Aarsamir was eating with a large group of friends at the picnic tables on the quad when she spotted the Catalyst walking down the quad, carrying an armload of books and a lunch tray. The Agitator smirked. She told her friends to watch as she stuck out her leg, tripping Kyachril. Kyachril flailed a bit and dropped her tray and books.
"Er, excuse me?" She looked at the Agitator, slightly confused. The Agitator laughed.
"Pffffffffffffft haha. Wat(h where you're going, dumbarss."
Kyachril was unsure as to what to do. She bent down to pick up her books. The Agitator grinned and turned over her glass of juice onto the volumes. "Oh, whoops," she said sarcastically."My bad."
The Catalyst looked up in disgust. "Now yyou are just mocking me," she replied, attempting to intimidate Aarsamir.
"What? Me? Never," the Agitator replied. "Goodnerss no." Sarcasm dripped heavily from her words.
"Facetious child. Let me pick up myy books," the Catalyst demanded.
Aarsamir took offense to that. "Hey!" she shouted, standing up. "Who you (a))ing a (hi)d?"
"YYou," Kyachril patronizingly responded. Aarsamir frowned. She stumbled forward, as if by accident, and stepped on one of the Catalyst's books. "WHOOPS," she said, her tone seething with irony.
A growl escaped the Catalyst's throat, followed by a sigh. Aarsamir ignored the last sound. She turned to her friends, ever the showman. "Oh, (he(k it out guys! She's a(tua))y grow)ing at me. Irsn't that (ute." Kyachril ignored that remark and attempted to push Aarsamir off her book. The Agitator was thrown off balance. "Shit!" she yelled, catching herself against the table.
The Catalyst rescued the book, now covered in dirt and footmarks. The Agitator glared at her. "Bit(h, what the he)) wars that for?"
"YYou stepped on myy stuff," the Catalyst responded clamly, as if this should have been obvious.
"It wars an a((ident!" Aarsamir angrily replied.
"Of course it was," Kyachril said sarcastically. "I was willing to forget the tripping but that was blatant."
"I have no idea what you're ta)king about," Aarsamir rebutted. "I wars stret(hing my )eg, and you tripped over it )ike a ()umsy idiot wigg)er. You shou)d have been paying more attention!"
"And that is whyy yyour friends nearlyy coughed up milk afterward?" the Catalyst asked, making a sweeping gesture with her hands to indicate the still-laughing trolls.
"You'd have to be some sort of b)ind idiot not to see how hi)ariours that wars," Aarsamir responded. "It's not my fau)t you )ooked stupid."
"If anyyone was an idiot, it was yyou grinding myy stuff into the ground," the greenblood countered.
"Oh p)earse, that wars an a((ident," the Agitator replied, her arms folding across her chest.
"It was in no wayy an accident and yyou know it."
"Anyone (ou)d see that I wars going to get off them, and then you straight up shoved me against the tab)e." She turned yo her friends for backup. "Right, guys?" They nodded in agreeement.
The Catalyst looked vaguely disgusted. Aarsamir smirked. "We)), I apo)ogize for getting in your way, Cata)yst."
Kyachril shook her head and picked up another book. "And I apologize for taking up yyour time--"
"Apo)ogy accepted," Aarsamir interrupted. She grabbed a book. "Here, a))ow me," she said politely. Her hands fumbled, and she dropped it in the dust. "Shit, sorry."
"Uh huh," the Catalyst said, arching an eyebrow. "Just give it."
"Cat(h," Aarsamir replied, grinning. She tossed the book frisbee-style into Kyachril's stomach, making her grunt slightly.The Agitator barely suppressed a laugh. Kyachril, now actually angry, only barely missed catching the book. Her eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted like a proper soldier. Aarsamir almost doubled over in laughter, echoed in her amusement by her friends. She wiped away an imaginary tear for effect. "Oh man Cata)yst, you shou)d see your fa(e!" she gasped.
Blood began to rise in Kyachril's face. She glared at the laughing table. "Shut up yyou imbecilic fools, this isn't yyour busiiness. As for yyou... What is yyour problem?" she demanded, turning to the Agitator. Aarsamir straightened up, still smiling.
"Imbe(i)i(? Oh shit, I didn't know I wars in the prersen(e of the Emprerss here!" She made a low, sweeping, mock bow. "Hey, I don't have a prob)em, you're the one who purshed me," she said, still snickering under her breath.
The Catalyst was visibly tense. Anyone who knew her even a little would have thought that she was about to throw some judo skills around in a moment. She took a deep breath. "YYou tripped me. Now, I'm going to need both of those books."
"Books?" The Agitator arched an eyebrow in mock confusion. She ooked down and pretended to notice the two books near her feet for the first time. "Oh, therse." She grabbed them and held them up, "Cat(h, if you (an!" With an underhanded sweep she tossed the books in gentle, diverging arcs, making it impossible for anyone to catch both.
"Oh jegus not ag--" The Catalyst started. She didn't bother trying to catch either. Both books fell to the ground with an audible THUMP.
The Agitator snorted. "Wow, you rea))y su(k at (at(hing."
"YYou suuck at throwing." Kyachril retorted.
"Pretty sure the prob)em's on your end, sweet (heeks." To call Aarsamir's tone condescending would have been an understatement.
The Catalyst bent over to get the book on her left, careful to keep both eyes on Aarsamir so that she didn't try anything. Aarsamir noticed this and smirked. She crossed her arms across her chest and stuck a toe under the remaining book, flipping it just out of Kyachril's reach.
The Catalyst sighed. "Who are yyou, and what is yyour problem."
The Agitator was visibly shocked this time. "Shit, you don't remember me?" she asked. "You rea))y are dumb."
"YYou apparentlyy were not important enough to register," the Catalyst replied. She was trying to think of good ways to get her books back
A muscle jumped in Aarsamir's eye. "C)ear)y your regirster doersn't work for shit," she stated bluntly, "be(aurse I beat you in a)morst everything ba(k in highs(hoo)." She set her foot on the last book on the ground. "Doers 'Aarsamir' ring any be))s?"
"Did yyou now?" the Catalyst replied disinterestedly. "I don't remember that part."
"I beat you for va)edi(torian." Aarsamir continued.
Something clicked in Kyachril's mind. "Barelyy, and onlyy because yyou took golf or something ridiculous. I don't even remember."
"Oh, so you do remember." The smirk returned with a vengeance.
"Like I saaid, barelyy." The Catalyst frowned.
"We)), I'm f)attered." Aarsamir removed her foot from the book and kicked it towards Kyachril. "Take (are now." She turned on a heel and went back to her seat.
The Catalyst sighed at the remains of her ruined lunch. She glared at Aarsamir, who was laughing with her friends again. She could hear her talking to them, as if it was for her benefit. "Yeah, I know that bit(h," Aarsamir said to those assembled, "Jurst thought I wou)d merss up her day a )itt)e, no biggie."
Her face set in a frown and she walked over to the table. "YYou know, Aarsamir, normallyy at this point I would have gone."
Aarsamir stopped laughing and turned around. "Hmm?"
"But yyou've managed to get to me," the Catalyst continued.
"Oh rea))y?" the Agitator asked. "Again, f)attered."
"What is yyour problem?"
Aarsamir shrugged. "No prob)em, jurst merssing with you. It's not rea))y a big dea)."
"What do yyou mean, reallyy?" Kyachril demanded. "Whyy did yyou mess with me in the first place?"
"Eh, bored?" the Agitator replied. "Thought it wou)d be funny."
"Did yyou now." Kyachril's frown deepened.
"Yup, fina))y (aught on didn't you." Aarsamir said condescendingly. She gave a dismissive wave. "See ya," she said coolly.
"Absolutelyy not," Kyachril responded. "Whyy did yyou trip me?" She attempted to grab Aarsamir's shoulder. The Agitator shoved her hand away violently.
"Don't tou(h me," she stated flatly. Her voice dropped from the constant state of good humour that it had been occupying to a sudden serious tone.
The Catalyst considered immobilizing her via pressure points at the neck, but was put off by the voice. "And I a)ready to)d you," the Agitator continued, "that wars an a((ident. Lirsten for on(e in your )ife." Her voice became less serious, but that was obviously forced for the benefit of her friends, who had grown silent.
"That is a ridiculous notion. Whyy. Did. YYou. Trip. Me?" Kyachril spat out her words with as much venom as possible.
"And I a)ready to)d you," Aarsamir retorted, mocking Kyachril's intonation, "It. Wars. An. A((ident."
The Catalyst laughed a bit under her breath. "Mimicryy is the highest form of flatteryy," she replied, a slight mocking smile coming to her face.
The corner of Aarsair's mouth twitched. "Oh, you're )aughing at me now?" she demanded, stepping forward. She shoved the Catalyst by the shoulders, knocking her backward. "Don't fu(king )augh at me."
Kyachril stumbled back, but quickly recovered. She tossed her bag to the side and lunged for the Agitator, attempting to hit a pressure point and paralyze her arm. Aarsamir barely dodged, taken by surprise. "Shit!" she shouted, lurching backwards. "What the he)) wars that?"
"Don't &%$@ with me. Please." Icicles hung from the Catalyst's voice.
"Make me," Aarsamir retorted, finding her balance.
"I can't make yyou not do something," Kyachril replied, concerned for the safety of her bag. It was now closer to the Agitator than before.
"We)) shit, you sure jurst tried," the Agitator responded, noticing the bag. She looked over at it, then back to the Catalyst. Kyachril dived for it, but Aarsamir kicked it out of the way first, causing her to fall in the dirt. "My. Bad."
The Catalyst made a grab for Aarsamir's foot. "Oh fu(k!" Aarsamir yelled, trying to dodge the grab. She failed miserably. The Catalyst yanked the foot out from under her, causing her to fall on her back to the ground. "FUCK!" Kyachril pinned her arms down.
"What do yyou want?" she demanded. Aarsamir glared at her.
"For you to get the fu(k off me, for starters!" She tried shoving her off, but the Catalyst's judo training served her well.
"No." she replied calmly.
"FUCK!" The Agitator scowled at her.
"Tell me whyy yyou tripped me and mayybe I will let yyou go."
"You better get your greenb)ooded arss off me right now."
Kyachril was beginning to have an idea that the Agitator's motives were not entirely platonic. She was unsure whether she really wanted to participate in this, but she was pissed.She became aware of the people at Aarsamir's table watching the scene unfold intently. "I have stated myy demands alreadyy," she said, narrowing her eyes.
The Agitator drew up her knees and shoved them into the Catalyst's chest, knocking her off. She pushed herself off of the ground and pinned her. "And I don't take we)) to demands," she spat. She got up, pushing against Kyachril's wrists for leverage, and turned to go back to her table.
"&%$^ yyou, I should have been able to stop yyou from doing that."
"We)), )ooks )ike you didn't," Aarsamir replied without looking back at her. "Boo fri(kety hoo."
Kyachril began to get up in a way that would leave her dignity intact. However, a tile under her boot tilted, and her foot went out from under her. The Agitator turned to see her sprawled on the quad, limbs going in every direction. She tried to suppress a laugh, and failed. "Pfft! Pffffffthahahaahahaa!!!! You are seriours)y a (onstant sour(e of entertainment, you know that? Hahahahaaaa!" She doubled over, gasping for air. Her friends joined her, chuckling.
The Catalyst took a deep breath and got up from the ground in a cat-like judo move. "Do stop laughing at me," she requested with as much politeness as she could muster.
The Agitator ignored how undoubtedly sweet that move was. "Do stop being hi)ariours then," she replied, rolling her eyes and turning back to her lunch.
Kyachril snorted and grabbed her bag, brushing it off. She made a quick inventory of her books. Many dirty and dusty, one covered in footprints, one missing. She turned to the Agitator's table. Of course. "I would love to get to class right now," she said, addressing Aarsamir, "but yyou or one of yyour friends has myy book. I would like it back now."
Aarsamir didn't turn away from her lunch. "I have no idea what you're ta)king about," she replied.
"YYes yyou do and yyou are a liar."
"Nope," she said, keeping a straight face. The Catalyst did not want to initiate violence, but she did really need that book. "Che(k your bag again or something," Aarsamir continued, "I don't have it." When she thought that the Catayst wasn't looking she passed the book concealed under her jacket to the friend sitting beside her. The friend tossed it to the side. Kyachril was not fooled.
"YYou have it and yyou are also terrible at sleight of hand."
The Agitator decided to keep the charade going. "Nope, )ook, it's over there."
"Liar," the Catalyst retorted. Aarsamir turned around.
"See, I don't have it!" She opened up her ripped jacket for inspection. "It's over THERE, dumbarss,"she said, pointing to the book on the ground.
"Now yyour friend might have a few tricks up their sleeve though," Kyachril conceded, nodding. "Good one, yellow."
Aarsamir folded her arms. "Again, no idea what you're ta)king about." "I"ve ggot nno idea wwhat you"re ttalking about either,," her friend echoed.
The Catalyst sensed a trick, but she did really need that book. She bent down carefully, watching Aarsamir's feet for any signs of her planning to kick her in the face.
Aarsamir, of course, was planning nothing of the sort. That would have been far too predictable, and 'predictable' was not often applied to the Agitator. She reached for her fork and knocked over her friend's drink, spilling it over the table. It soaked the Catalyst's exposed neck and the paperback cover of the book. "Shit, sorry Athestad," Aarsamir apologized. The Catalyst looked at her ruined book, rage building in her expanding and contracting vascular system. "Oh man, you want me to go grab you another drink?" Aarsamir asked. "My treat." She ignored the seething Catalyst and got up as if to go get another drink for her friend.
Kyachril put her book in her bag, crouched, and tackled the Agitator. "Oh SHIT!" the rustblood yelled, falling backwards. The Catalyst, prepared this time, jabbed a pressure point near the Agitator's shoulder, paralyzing her arm. Kyachril landed on top of Aarsamir, pinning her legs. "Ow!" Aarsamir shouted. "Ow, fu(k! What the fu(k wars that?"
"Apologize," the Catalyst demanded. The Agitator tried to move her arm, to no success.
"Fu(k no!"
"Apologize now."
"You para)yzed my fu(king ARM!"
"YYes I did, apologize."
"FUCK. NO."
The Agitator whipped back her remaining arm and punched the Catalyst across the face, leaving a green mark. Kyachril leaned into it, but was ultimately unhurt. Judo training does wonders for your stamina. The Agitator punched her again for good measure, and shoved her off while she was still stunned.
"What the fu(k irs WRONG WITH YOU?" she demanded, getting up and awkwardly holding her arm. "Para)yzing my fu(king arm!" The Catalyst was still a bit too shaken up to try any serious tricks. Aarsamir spat on the ground. "Man, fu(k you. Seriours)y. Fu(k. You." Kyachril got back into a crouching position. She wiped a bit of blood from her lip and launched herself at the Agitator again.
"FUUCK!" Aarsamir yelled. She was prepared for it this time, though. When she hit the ground she rolled over, pinning the Catalyst with her good arm while the greenblood was still off-balance from the tackle.
The Catalyst frowned. "Oh jegus I'm suupposed to be good at this stuff."
Aarsamir snorted. "Yeah, good fu(king job."
"Apologize," the Catalyst demanded again. The Agitator raised an eyebrow.
"I'm pretty sure you're the one who's pinned here. You're the one who shou)d be fu(king apo)ogizing." The Catalyst did not answer, but instead spat bloody spittle in her face. Something snapped in the Agitator's mind. "OH FUCK NO." she shouted.
"Apologize." Kyachril ordered.
"FUCK NO. YOU DID NOT." Aarsamir was seeing red.
"I did. Apologize."
The Agitator drove a knee into her stomach. "Fu(king MAKE ME," she yelled. "Fu(king MAKE ME, you arrogant bit(h!" She pulled up her good arm to slap the Catalyst across the face. The Catalyst, her arms freed, aimed a jab at a pressure point at the base of the Agitator's skull. In any other circumstance she would have hit it exactly, but she was too blinded by rage to be accurate. Instead of paralyzing her, it just hurt like hell. "Fu(king OW!" the Agitator screamed.
"Whyy do yyou cuss so much," the Catalyst asked, winded. "It makes yyou sound like an idiot."
The Agitator looked down at her angrily. "We)) fu(k, I didn't mean to offend you! My sin(ererst fu(king apo)ogiers." She got up, driving a knee into Kyachril's stomach as she did so. She looked down contemptuously. The Catalyst remained still, trying to catch her breath. "Go get a fu(king band-aid or something, you )ook )ike shit. Come on guys," the Agitator said, turning to her friends. "Lun(h irs a)morst over."
Kyachril groaned and pushed herself up on one elbow. "I am going to make yyou apologize at some point, yyou understand that."
"Uh-huh," Aarsamir replied condescendingly. "You keep te))ing yourse)f that, sweetheart." She grabbed her bag from the table and began walking off with her group of friends.
Kyachril was exhausted. She would have come up with a witty retort, but she was tired, both from the fight and her feelings of rage.
As she walked past, Aarsimar spit next to Kyachril's face, getting in one last parting shot.
