knightofratatosk | [Voice post, dated to shortly after Alice's post]

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[Voice post, dated to shortly after Alice's post]

[There are crashing noises and the sounds of things breaking in the background... sounds like somebody is going on a rampage.]

Where is she? WHERE IS SHE? If those damn Malnosso have hurt her, I'll tear them apart!

[Another crash.]

Cowards! Why won't you show yourselves? Come out and fight me one-on-one!

[OOC: He is currently trashing Marta's old apartment looking for her... Alice will undoubtedly hear this.]

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Did I hit a nerve?

No. I'm just getting annoyed by your constant complaining.

[Another smashing sound.]

Stop being so damned smug about this! I should find you and--

I don't feel particularly smug at all. I'm just tired of hearing you pin the blame on Emil.

You're as much to blame as he is, or are you going to deny... that... too...

I don't recall accepting the job of Marta's babysitter.

That's not what I--

[Aaaaand his voice is back to normal now.]

... Richter?

[Hm... Richter's still a bit cautious.]

Emil.

I... where am I? This isn't the clinic...

No, it's not. Obviously, Ratatosk didn't want to stay there much longer.

... I couldn't find her.

... I know.

She's... she's really gone, isn't she...?

[His voice suddenly sounds incredibly strained and tired, almost on the verge of tears.]

Nothing's certain yet.

[Richter's feeling relatively bad about the entire situation, but there's not much he can do about it.]

I guess... I guess I should go back to the clinic now.

[There are a few shifting sounds as he tries to stand, followed by a short, bitten-off yelp.]

... Are you alright?

[A sigh.]

I... don't know if I can make it back.

Well, where are you now?

Marta's apartment... I think.

I'll be right there.

T-thank you... I'm sorry.

[True to his word, here Richter is a short while later. The door is probably still open?]

[Fff, you think Ratatosk has enough manners to close the door behind him? He also made a complete mess of the place, smashing everything in sight-- the curtains have been torn down, furniture overturned, dishes smashed... the whole nine yards.

Emil is out in what was the living room, just sitting on the floor next to his journal and staring down at it.]

[Oh dear. Richter slowly approaches him, making sure not to do anything that might startle the boy. Let's not give Ratatosk another opportunity to surface, shall we?]

... Emil.

Richter...

[He doesn't look up, just stays staring at the floor.]

Maybe... maybe you were right. Maybe I should give up being a Knight of Ratatosk.

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