Post by Quakerlol on Jan 16, 2012 17:38:44 GMT -6
It was the final match of the state Troll Judo championship. Competitors had come from all over, but now there were only two: the Catalyst and her opponent. In one final move she incapacitated him, leaving him crying on the mat. The gymnasium erupted in cheers. She ignored the noise of the crowd and reveled in the personal victory. She could care less about the spectators, quite frankly. She twirled her staff around a bit, basking in the glow of winning.
In the bleachers, watching, sat the Agitator. She had been keeping an eye on Kyachril the entire time, mostly ignoring the friend she had come to cheer on if they had a match at the same time. She saw Kyachril spinning her staff around and grimaced. She hated show-offs, all of them except herself. The crowd around her began getting up, and she went along with her mob of friends. They found their contestant and surrounded her, congratulating her on her victories and accusing the troll who defeated her of cheating. As they were doing so Aarsamir noticed the Catalyst being called over by her coach. Curious, she kept her ears open. She overheard the coach asking Kyachril to sign up for the planet-wide Troll Judo competition, even if she doesn't think she'll make it to the secondary round. Aarsamir's friend returned with a beer, and she allowed herself to be swept back into the conversation.
The Catalyst twirled her staff a bit more to wind down. As the crowd began to clear out she went into the locker room, hoping to get her keys and a change of outfit. The Agitator noticed this too, and waved her friends away. She told them they could go ahead, she'd catch up later. She said that she had something to take care of. She took one last swig of her drink and tossed away the empty cup. Aarsamir casually walked over to the wall next to the locker room and waited for everyone inside to clear out before strolling in.
The Catalyst had already changed and retrieved her things. She was walking out of the room when the Agitator abruptly shoved her against a wall. She dropped her armload of stuff.
"Hey."
"Oh. Hi." The Catalyst was trying very hard not to breathe in the fumes of alcohol wafting off the Agitator's breath.
"Congrats."
"Thanks."
"So," the Agitator asked sarcastically, "you're going to the p)anet (hampionship? How spe(ia)."
"Championship?" the Catalyst responded. "How flattering, no. I've onlyy been asked to enter the lower rounds. If I make it up, then good for me."
"Hmph. Makers sense." Aarsamir grinned, her face slowly getting closer to Kyachril's. "The way I saw it, you on)y took that )arst guy out with sheer )u(k."
"Not luck," Kyachril replied, annoyed. "The boyy leans left when he is about to feint a frontal attack." The Catalyst was now wise to the Agitator's tricks. She wasn't clueless about her motives anymore, and this meant she could reply in turn.
"We)) I saw him s)ip on the mat," Aarsamir continued. "That seems pretty mu(h )ike )u(k to me. You probab)y (ou)dn't have taken him out in a fair fight. He)), you (an't even take me out." She stressed the 'me' as if this was obvious.
"I doubt it. As for yyou... Whyy would I?" The Catalyst raised an eyebrow.
Aarsamir smirked. "You've (ertian)y tried a (oup)e of timers. Haven't su((eeded on(e."
"Whyy 'take yyou out' when I can just cause yyou pain?"
"Hmm. Fair point."
The Catalyst smiled at this. She headbutted the Agitator in the face, spinning her around and pinning her to the wall.
The Agitator cried out. "Wi)) you stop fu(king headbutting me?"
Kyachril smiled cockily. "No, it's funnyy."
Aarsamir looked down at her. "You had better wipe that obnoxiours smi)e off your fa(e or I')) do it for you."
The Catalyst just smiled bigger. "YYes yyou will. And I will enjoyy it."
The Agitator sighed. "We)), you arsked for it." She shoved her hands up, breaking free of the Catalyst's grip and shoving her backwards. She kicked Kyachril's legs out from under her and grabbed one of her wrists, intending to pin her against the floor. However, Kyachril twisted one of her hands back mid-fall. "Ow ow ow!" the Agitator shouted.
"Hmm, that nearlyy alwayys works."
The Agitator glared down at her. "We)) fu(k you, it hurts!" She winced a little.
"Poor thing, have I hurt yyou too bad?" The Catalyst made a face of mock sympathy.
"How many fu(king timers. Do I have to te)) you. NOT TO TALK DOWN TO ME."
In answer the Catalyst rolled over and pinned her instead. "Ha!" she shouted, still riding the endorphin high from her earlier victory.
Aarsamir moaned. "Fu(k, how do you keep doing that?"
"I do this for fun." The Agitator scowled at that, and the Catalyst made a delighted face in return.
"You are the morst obnoxiours bit(h I have ever had the unp)earsant misfortune to meet."
The Catalyst grinned, her really good mood intact. "And yyet... YYou keep coming back."
Aarsamir sighed. "I jurst keep bumping into you. My rotten )u(k."
"Hmm. Liar." Kyachril got up and dusted her hands off. The Agitator propped herself up on one elbow, disappointed that snogs hadn't happened yet.
"Who, me? A )iar?" She grinned. "Nooooo." The Catalyst grinned back at her and she raised an eyebrow. "What'd I te)) you about that damn smi)e?" She pushed herself to her feet and went for a punch to the Catalyst's face.
Kyachril had been expecting something of this nature. She deflected on the outside of the arm, spun toward Aarsamir, and stopped just short of a chop to the windpipe. "YYou just keep tryying!"
Aarsamir smirked. She jabbed her fist into the Catalyst's side, right above the kidneys. Kyachril stumbled back, clutching her side. "I wou)dn't (a)) that trying," the Agitator quipped.
"I totallyy expected that but it still hurt a ton," the Catalyst replied.
"Thank you."
Kyachril pulled up her shirt a bit to examine the bruise. She had already sustained a bruise there from earlier, and now it was only going to be worse. She sighed, not paying attention to her opponent.
The Agitator was completely okay with this turn of events. "Aww, )ook at that pretty green (o)or," she snarked. "Jurst makers me want to see it again and again."
"Isn't it though? It's a lovelyy shade," Kyachril replied distractedly, not noticing the Agitator's fist until it connected with her jaw.
"OW."
"Heh."
"Ugh, I alwayys have to get beaten up for this."
"For what?"
The Catalyst sighed and backed up a step, grabbing her staff. Aarsamir's eyes widened. She stepped back, wary. She knew that she was no match for an armed Catalyst, but she was too proud to turn and run.
"I'm not going to hurt yyou too bad," Kyachril reassured her, "I want yyou to be able to breathe at the end."
"Oh fu(k." She looked frantically around for anything that could be used as a weapon. The Catalyst's staff made direct contact with her knee, and she stumbled backward. Kyachril reversed direction and struck her ribs on the opposite side than the knee. "Ow FUCK!" Aarsamir fell to her knees. Finally Kyachril struck her on the head, hard enough to stun but not enough to make her unconscious. The Agitator fell on her side.
The Catalyst twirled her staff, victorious once again. "I am good."
The Agitator could taste blood in her mouth. "ow ow ow owww," she muttered, incapable of actual speech. "fu(k."
Kyachril knelt in front of her and propped her against the locker behind her, waiting patiently for her to regain speaking abilities.
Aarsamir glared at her. "Fu(k you." Kyachril smugly returned the glare until Aarsamir spat in her face. The Agitator grinned at her discomfort.
"I reallyy do dislike that," she said, disgusted.
"We)) that's the point, irsn't it?" The Agitator spat a tooth onto the floor beside them.
A concerned look came over Kyachril's face. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to knock a tooth out! Sorryy!"
Aarsamir was confused. "You're not seriours)y sorry, are you?"
"YYes, yyes I am!" she said, worried. "How am I suupposed to keep myy mouth from getting all bloodyy if yyour mouth is--" The Catalyst cut herself off, realizing that she was talking out loud. The Agitator blushed.
"Uh. We)) then."
"Indeed." Kyachril rubbed the back of her head, uncomfortable. "Well alright then." Awkwardly, she went in for a kiss.
The Agitator smiled and put a hand on the back of the Catalyst's head, pushing her in to make it slightly less awkward.
This lasted for a bit before Aarsamir suddenly punched the Catalyst, pushing her backward and pinning her down. "Ah!" The Agitator grinned down at Kyachril. Kyachril rolled her eyes.
"Oh, reallyy yyou have the most awful wayy with things."
"Thank you, I try." Aarsamir leaned down for another kiss.
"Reallyy it's terrible."
"You f)atter me." The Agitator drove her knee into the Catalyst's stomach. Kyachril let out a pained sigh as Aarsamir pulled her head back up. The Agitator grinned.
"I reallyy do hate yyou, yyou know."
The Catalyst closed her eyes, holding still in preparation for the blow that was sure to come. When it didn't, she cautiously opened one eye to see Aarsamir, wide-eyed, blushing, and speechless. Kyachril sighed.
"Kiss me again yyou fool!"
Aarsamir blinked, regaining the power of speech. "Don't have to te)) me twi(e." She leaned down for a deep, long snog.
Suddenly she pulled away. "You rea))y su(k at kirssing," she said.
"Aww."
"If I didn't know better," she continued. "I'd say you haven't had mu(h pra(ti(e. Or any, rea))y."
The Catalyst shrugged. "Mayybe I haven't. But heyy, yyou keep coming back for more!"
Aarsamir smiled. "Yeah. Not gonna argue with that." She started to bend over to kiss Kyachril again, but her head jerked back as Kyachril's forehead made sudden contact with her nose. "Ow!!!" she shouted. "What the he))!"
The Catalyst was tired of being on the bottom, so she used Aarsamir's moment of distraction to roll her over and pin her again. She got both of the Agitator's wrists in the grip of one hand and held them above her head.
The Agitator struggled, putting up only a nominal amount of resistance. "Ow ow ow FUCK!"
Kyachril rolled her eyes. "Shouldn't be too painful, yyou pansyy."
"Fu(k you."
"Now let's look at that tooth." Aarsamir closed her mouth tightly, obstinate. Kyachril sighed. "Oh seriouslyy? Ok, whatever." She stuck a finger between Aarsamir's lips and pulled upward, exposing the gap in the teeth. The Agitator growled at her. "Ah, it'll grow back, nothing to worryy about-- Oh look at that." Kyachril stopped and made another delighted face. "YYou are growling."
Aarsamir hated that face. She hated it so much. She started struggling for real, writhing about under the Catalyst's grip. Kyachril raised an eyebrow. "If I didn't know anyy better," she said, using both hands to subdue the Agitator now, "I would saayy yyou REALLYY, REALLYY dislike not being in control."
"Whatever gave you that idea," Aarsamir said sarcastically, fighting to break free or pin the Catalyst. Whichever came first.
The Catalyst ignored that bit of unpleasantness. "Might yyou even... hate me being in power?" she asked, smiling. She released her grip on the Agitator's wrists and got up. Aarsamir grumbled.
"Yers," she said, looking down. "Yers, I fu(king hate it when you're in power."
A wide smile spread across the Catalyst's face. "Lovelyy."
"He)), I hate it when you're anywhere near me," the Agitator continued. "I hate it and I hate you. I hate you more than anything."
The Catalyst laughed. "Likewise."
"We)) good." The Agitator pulled herself up, still dizzy, with the aid of the lockers behind her.
"Indeed, I'm glad we got that out of our syystem."
Aarsamir smiled, the hole in her teeth obvious. "Who said it wars out of my system?" She grabbed the Catalyst roughly around the waist and pulled her in for another long kiss. The Catalyst made a disgusted face, noticing a trickle of blood dripping out of the Agitator's mouth, but on some level she did not care anymore.
"Ugh..."
The Agitator chuckled softly. "You are the morst uptight bit(h and I derspirse you for it." Kyachril pulled her head back and locked eyes with the Agitator, giving her the most poisonous hateglare she could muster. She got an even blacker one in return.
Abruptly, the Agitator released her grip on the Catalyst and shoved her aside, brushing her jeans off. "Now if you')) ex(urse me, I have to go. Laterz."
The Catalyst, impressed by the level of commitment in that hateglare, nodded. "Well good because I'm hungryy. And doubtless, anyywhere yyou eat yyou wash it down with beer."
Aarsamir grinned at her, straightening up. "However did you guerss?"
Kyachril rolled her eyes. "It smells. It smells awful. Drink some water, dear gog, there's a fountain right there."
Aarsamir put a hand on her chin, pretending to consider the idea. "Mmmmmmmm how bout no." She smirked. "You hate it, right? Then I see no rearson why I shou)d ever stop."
The Catalyst sighed. "A beer can be good on occasiion. But most of the time theyy stink."
"Heh."
"Now leave, I think the janitor wants in."
"Oh, right." Aarsamir pushed the door open for an exasperated janitor, who trundled past her with his cart of cleaning supplies. She caught sight of a certain cleaning implement and smiled. Kyachril mentally facepalmed. Aarsamir pointed at the bucket behind the janitor's back, smiled at the Catalyst, and winked, walking out. Kyachril apologized to the janitor, who assured her that it was a pretty common occurrence and not to worry about it. She gathered her keys and other things and left, grabbing her staff.
In the bleachers, watching, sat the Agitator. She had been keeping an eye on Kyachril the entire time, mostly ignoring the friend she had come to cheer on if they had a match at the same time. She saw Kyachril spinning her staff around and grimaced. She hated show-offs, all of them except herself. The crowd around her began getting up, and she went along with her mob of friends. They found their contestant and surrounded her, congratulating her on her victories and accusing the troll who defeated her of cheating. As they were doing so Aarsamir noticed the Catalyst being called over by her coach. Curious, she kept her ears open. She overheard the coach asking Kyachril to sign up for the planet-wide Troll Judo competition, even if she doesn't think she'll make it to the secondary round. Aarsamir's friend returned with a beer, and she allowed herself to be swept back into the conversation.
The Catalyst twirled her staff a bit more to wind down. As the crowd began to clear out she went into the locker room, hoping to get her keys and a change of outfit. The Agitator noticed this too, and waved her friends away. She told them they could go ahead, she'd catch up later. She said that she had something to take care of. She took one last swig of her drink and tossed away the empty cup. Aarsamir casually walked over to the wall next to the locker room and waited for everyone inside to clear out before strolling in.
The Catalyst had already changed and retrieved her things. She was walking out of the room when the Agitator abruptly shoved her against a wall. She dropped her armload of stuff.
"Hey."
"Oh. Hi." The Catalyst was trying very hard not to breathe in the fumes of alcohol wafting off the Agitator's breath.
"Congrats."
"Thanks."
"So," the Agitator asked sarcastically, "you're going to the p)anet (hampionship? How spe(ia)."
"Championship?" the Catalyst responded. "How flattering, no. I've onlyy been asked to enter the lower rounds. If I make it up, then good for me."
"Hmph. Makers sense." Aarsamir grinned, her face slowly getting closer to Kyachril's. "The way I saw it, you on)y took that )arst guy out with sheer )u(k."
"Not luck," Kyachril replied, annoyed. "The boyy leans left when he is about to feint a frontal attack." The Catalyst was now wise to the Agitator's tricks. She wasn't clueless about her motives anymore, and this meant she could reply in turn.
"We)) I saw him s)ip on the mat," Aarsamir continued. "That seems pretty mu(h )ike )u(k to me. You probab)y (ou)dn't have taken him out in a fair fight. He)), you (an't even take me out." She stressed the 'me' as if this was obvious.
"I doubt it. As for yyou... Whyy would I?" The Catalyst raised an eyebrow.
Aarsamir smirked. "You've (ertian)y tried a (oup)e of timers. Haven't su((eeded on(e."
"Whyy 'take yyou out' when I can just cause yyou pain?"
"Hmm. Fair point."
The Catalyst smiled at this. She headbutted the Agitator in the face, spinning her around and pinning her to the wall.
The Agitator cried out. "Wi)) you stop fu(king headbutting me?"
Kyachril smiled cockily. "No, it's funnyy."
Aarsamir looked down at her. "You had better wipe that obnoxiours smi)e off your fa(e or I')) do it for you."
The Catalyst just smiled bigger. "YYes yyou will. And I will enjoyy it."
The Agitator sighed. "We)), you arsked for it." She shoved her hands up, breaking free of the Catalyst's grip and shoving her backwards. She kicked Kyachril's legs out from under her and grabbed one of her wrists, intending to pin her against the floor. However, Kyachril twisted one of her hands back mid-fall. "Ow ow ow!" the Agitator shouted.
"Hmm, that nearlyy alwayys works."
The Agitator glared down at her. "We)) fu(k you, it hurts!" She winced a little.
"Poor thing, have I hurt yyou too bad?" The Catalyst made a face of mock sympathy.
"How many fu(king timers. Do I have to te)) you. NOT TO TALK DOWN TO ME."
In answer the Catalyst rolled over and pinned her instead. "Ha!" she shouted, still riding the endorphin high from her earlier victory.
Aarsamir moaned. "Fu(k, how do you keep doing that?"
"I do this for fun." The Agitator scowled at that, and the Catalyst made a delighted face in return.
"You are the morst obnoxiours bit(h I have ever had the unp)earsant misfortune to meet."
The Catalyst grinned, her really good mood intact. "And yyet... YYou keep coming back."
Aarsamir sighed. "I jurst keep bumping into you. My rotten )u(k."
"Hmm. Liar." Kyachril got up and dusted her hands off. The Agitator propped herself up on one elbow, disappointed that snogs hadn't happened yet.
"Who, me? A )iar?" She grinned. "Nooooo." The Catalyst grinned back at her and she raised an eyebrow. "What'd I te)) you about that damn smi)e?" She pushed herself to her feet and went for a punch to the Catalyst's face.
Kyachril had been expecting something of this nature. She deflected on the outside of the arm, spun toward Aarsamir, and stopped just short of a chop to the windpipe. "YYou just keep tryying!"
Aarsamir smirked. She jabbed her fist into the Catalyst's side, right above the kidneys. Kyachril stumbled back, clutching her side. "I wou)dn't (a)) that trying," the Agitator quipped.
"I totallyy expected that but it still hurt a ton," the Catalyst replied.
"Thank you."
Kyachril pulled up her shirt a bit to examine the bruise. She had already sustained a bruise there from earlier, and now it was only going to be worse. She sighed, not paying attention to her opponent.
The Agitator was completely okay with this turn of events. "Aww, )ook at that pretty green (o)or," she snarked. "Jurst makers me want to see it again and again."
"Isn't it though? It's a lovelyy shade," Kyachril replied distractedly, not noticing the Agitator's fist until it connected with her jaw.
"OW."
"Heh."
"Ugh, I alwayys have to get beaten up for this."
"For what?"
The Catalyst sighed and backed up a step, grabbing her staff. Aarsamir's eyes widened. She stepped back, wary. She knew that she was no match for an armed Catalyst, but she was too proud to turn and run.
"I'm not going to hurt yyou too bad," Kyachril reassured her, "I want yyou to be able to breathe at the end."
"Oh fu(k." She looked frantically around for anything that could be used as a weapon. The Catalyst's staff made direct contact with her knee, and she stumbled backward. Kyachril reversed direction and struck her ribs on the opposite side than the knee. "Ow FUCK!" Aarsamir fell to her knees. Finally Kyachril struck her on the head, hard enough to stun but not enough to make her unconscious. The Agitator fell on her side.
The Catalyst twirled her staff, victorious once again. "I am good."
The Agitator could taste blood in her mouth. "ow ow ow owww," she muttered, incapable of actual speech. "fu(k."
Kyachril knelt in front of her and propped her against the locker behind her, waiting patiently for her to regain speaking abilities.
Aarsamir glared at her. "Fu(k you." Kyachril smugly returned the glare until Aarsamir spat in her face. The Agitator grinned at her discomfort.
"I reallyy do dislike that," she said, disgusted.
"We)) that's the point, irsn't it?" The Agitator spat a tooth onto the floor beside them.
A concerned look came over Kyachril's face. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to knock a tooth out! Sorryy!"
Aarsamir was confused. "You're not seriours)y sorry, are you?"
"YYes, yyes I am!" she said, worried. "How am I suupposed to keep myy mouth from getting all bloodyy if yyour mouth is--" The Catalyst cut herself off, realizing that she was talking out loud. The Agitator blushed.
"Uh. We)) then."
"Indeed." Kyachril rubbed the back of her head, uncomfortable. "Well alright then." Awkwardly, she went in for a kiss.
The Agitator smiled and put a hand on the back of the Catalyst's head, pushing her in to make it slightly less awkward.
This lasted for a bit before Aarsamir suddenly punched the Catalyst, pushing her backward and pinning her down. "Ah!" The Agitator grinned down at Kyachril. Kyachril rolled her eyes.
"Oh, reallyy yyou have the most awful wayy with things."
"Thank you, I try." Aarsamir leaned down for another kiss.
"Reallyy it's terrible."
"You f)atter me." The Agitator drove her knee into the Catalyst's stomach. Kyachril let out a pained sigh as Aarsamir pulled her head back up. The Agitator grinned.
"I reallyy do hate yyou, yyou know."
The Catalyst closed her eyes, holding still in preparation for the blow that was sure to come. When it didn't, she cautiously opened one eye to see Aarsamir, wide-eyed, blushing, and speechless. Kyachril sighed.
"Kiss me again yyou fool!"
Aarsamir blinked, regaining the power of speech. "Don't have to te)) me twi(e." She leaned down for a deep, long snog.
Suddenly she pulled away. "You rea))y su(k at kirssing," she said.
"Aww."
"If I didn't know better," she continued. "I'd say you haven't had mu(h pra(ti(e. Or any, rea))y."
The Catalyst shrugged. "Mayybe I haven't. But heyy, yyou keep coming back for more!"
Aarsamir smiled. "Yeah. Not gonna argue with that." She started to bend over to kiss Kyachril again, but her head jerked back as Kyachril's forehead made sudden contact with her nose. "Ow!!!" she shouted. "What the he))!"
The Catalyst was tired of being on the bottom, so she used Aarsamir's moment of distraction to roll her over and pin her again. She got both of the Agitator's wrists in the grip of one hand and held them above her head.
The Agitator struggled, putting up only a nominal amount of resistance. "Ow ow ow FUCK!"
Kyachril rolled her eyes. "Shouldn't be too painful, yyou pansyy."
"Fu(k you."
"Now let's look at that tooth." Aarsamir closed her mouth tightly, obstinate. Kyachril sighed. "Oh seriouslyy? Ok, whatever." She stuck a finger between Aarsamir's lips and pulled upward, exposing the gap in the teeth. The Agitator growled at her. "Ah, it'll grow back, nothing to worryy about-- Oh look at that." Kyachril stopped and made another delighted face. "YYou are growling."
Aarsamir hated that face. She hated it so much. She started struggling for real, writhing about under the Catalyst's grip. Kyachril raised an eyebrow. "If I didn't know anyy better," she said, using both hands to subdue the Agitator now, "I would saayy yyou REALLYY, REALLYY dislike not being in control."
"Whatever gave you that idea," Aarsamir said sarcastically, fighting to break free or pin the Catalyst. Whichever came first.
The Catalyst ignored that bit of unpleasantness. "Might yyou even... hate me being in power?" she asked, smiling. She released her grip on the Agitator's wrists and got up. Aarsamir grumbled.
"Yers," she said, looking down. "Yers, I fu(king hate it when you're in power."
A wide smile spread across the Catalyst's face. "Lovelyy."
"He)), I hate it when you're anywhere near me," the Agitator continued. "I hate it and I hate you. I hate you more than anything."
The Catalyst laughed. "Likewise."
"We)) good." The Agitator pulled herself up, still dizzy, with the aid of the lockers behind her.
"Indeed, I'm glad we got that out of our syystem."
Aarsamir smiled, the hole in her teeth obvious. "Who said it wars out of my system?" She grabbed the Catalyst roughly around the waist and pulled her in for another long kiss. The Catalyst made a disgusted face, noticing a trickle of blood dripping out of the Agitator's mouth, but on some level she did not care anymore.
"Ugh..."
The Agitator chuckled softly. "You are the morst uptight bit(h and I derspirse you for it." Kyachril pulled her head back and locked eyes with the Agitator, giving her the most poisonous hateglare she could muster. She got an even blacker one in return.
Abruptly, the Agitator released her grip on the Catalyst and shoved her aside, brushing her jeans off. "Now if you')) ex(urse me, I have to go. Laterz."
The Catalyst, impressed by the level of commitment in that hateglare, nodded. "Well good because I'm hungryy. And doubtless, anyywhere yyou eat yyou wash it down with beer."
Aarsamir grinned at her, straightening up. "However did you guerss?"
Kyachril rolled her eyes. "It smells. It smells awful. Drink some water, dear gog, there's a fountain right there."
Aarsamir put a hand on her chin, pretending to consider the idea. "Mmmmmmmm how bout no." She smirked. "You hate it, right? Then I see no rearson why I shou)d ever stop."
The Catalyst sighed. "A beer can be good on occasiion. But most of the time theyy stink."
"Heh."
"Now leave, I think the janitor wants in."
"Oh, right." Aarsamir pushed the door open for an exasperated janitor, who trundled past her with his cart of cleaning supplies. She caught sight of a certain cleaning implement and smiled. Kyachril mentally facepalmed. Aarsamir pointed at the bucket behind the janitor's back, smiled at the Catalyst, and winked, walking out. Kyachril apologized to the janitor, who assured her that it was a pretty common occurrence and not to worry about it. She gathered her keys and other things and left, grabbing her staff.
