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[goodlifechoices]

Who: Marie Mjolnir and her rage and also innocent bystanders.
When: Monday morning
Where: the Villa and surrounding areas
Style: Brackets or prose, I'll end up following you.
Status: OPEN
OOC: Whoops, two prompts here! The first is at 3 AM, and the second is during much saner morning hours. She'll be a whole lot easier to deal with in the latter one.

[ It's much too early when Marie sleepily shuffles out of the room she's been sharing with Stein. Down the hall she goes towards the kitchen. She muzzily rubs at her eye, gets a glass of water, and wanders into the living room so she could watch some television or something.

She'd actually stolen Stein's lab coat when she couldn't immediately find her robe for lack of something better to throw over her nightgown and it only occurs to her when she catches her reflection in the television screen. It was a good thing that her husband wasn't there, he'd probably be so dramatic about--

And then it clicks.

She would never marry Spirit. That was insane-- for that matter, she didn't have a husband at all! Who would even want to put that into her head? ]

HOW DARE THEY!?

[ The shriek reverberating through the house is actually not the most alarming thing that comes out of this. Nor is the swell of power that anyone with an inkling of awareness might be able to pick up.

Marie isn't even thinking when she throws a blind punch-- just one! The whole wall explodes outward, leaving a gaping hole to the outside the whole span of the living room. Nothing is spared, and everyone is very lucky it wasn't weight-bearing.

Even the poor, poor television was obliterated in the process. ]

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[ Later into the morning, after calming down, she's properly dressed and out picking up the mess. It's the least she could do after obliterating a wall, and she has to scour the Villa yard and even go out into the street to pick up chunks of fragmented building material that had once been a part of the Villa.

All in all, she seems better.

Much happier, that much is for sure. Marie is humming quietly to herself as she tosses debris into a black garbage bag, almost like she's performing everyday normal chores. At one point, she pauses and eyes the destruction from the street, musing quietly to herself: ]

Hmm, I bet a bay window would look great there...

[ And then she's back to cleaning. Oh, hey, there was part of the television! How the power cord, still plugged into the outlet and all, made it all the way across the street was a mystery. ]

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[circumsutus]

[It's 3 am. It is three in the morning and there's a familiar surge on Stein's subconscious soul perception, the sudden activation of a certain hammer-type's powers.

He doesn't even notice the way that he's more curious than he's been recently, the way that the emotion that rises in his mind is annoyance rather than rage. Stein just walks to the living (in sleep pants, shirtless, his glasses left on his bedside table) and stares at the mess. He's still half asleep.]

... Marie.

[goodlifechoices]

[ Marie is still right in the midst of the wreckage, trembling in an almost palpable rage as if it's everything she could do to contain herself. She doesn't look at him right away and her voice is choked with emotion when she speaks. ]

Where do they get off treating us like toys?

[circumsutus]

They're scientists, Marie. If I were in their position, I might do the same.

[goodlifechoices]

Then what did they have to gain? What was it, Stein?

[ He's so reasonable and all she wants to do is yell, so he's going to get the brunt of it while she works it out of her system. ]

They- they made me think that I-! And tormenting you, what does that do? I want to know why!

[ Well, no, she really didn't. ]

[circumsutus]

[This is how it should be, Stein's logic balancing out Marie's outbursts, Marie providing calm to Stein's unstable soul.]

They wanted to see how we would react to mental changes. It's a fairly straightforward experiment.

[goodlifechoices]

But it's not fair!

[ It was a childish outburst, but it's also a sure sign she's already starting to lose steam in the face of his levelheadedness. That's about the time she realizes she's crying.

Wait, where did the tears come from? She was mad, dammit! Anger was a whole lot easier to handle, even if it was impossible to sustain. She rubs a hand across her face and turns away, balling it up into a fist at her side. ]

I didn't want to know any of it, Stein.

[circumsutus]

It's all right, Marie. You're fine now. [He puts a hand on her shoulder, attempting comfort.]

[goodlifechoices]

You don't understand!

[ She turns with her clenched fist raised, and--

She stops and promptly drops it to her side, her lower lip trembling almost comically as she looks up at him. Instead of violence, she takes a step and hides her face against his chest. ]

I'm never getting married.

[ It comes out muffled and hiccuping, but the dramatic statement is still mostly understandable. ]

That's not 'fine.'

[ She did have Stein as a shoulder to cry on, at least. ]

[circumsutus]

You'll do fine, Marie. Besides, did you really want to be married to Spirit?

[goodlifechoices]

Nuh-uh.

[ She's just going to stay like this for a bit like it's no big deal that she's standing there in the middle of wreckage with her face smooshed against her shirtless meister's chest. It's his own fault for being so tolerant of her, really.

She mumbles something else that could have been how she hadn't really wanted to be married to him when she thought she'd been, but it's generally incoherent. ]

[circumsutus]

[Of course he's tolerant. He's her meister.

He rests his hands on her shoulders, a poor attempt at comfort.]

Marie, that was no reason to destroy the wall.

[goodlifechoices]

[ And yet he's so good at it. She even lifts her head, enough to look over to the hole. ]

Huh?

[ That was a good point he'd just made. ]

Oh... I'd aimed for the television.

[circumsutus]

Why were you aiming for the television?

[paladaddy]

[It's nice how Shiro's room is right across the hall from Marie and Stein's. It's pretty much impossible for him to avoid hearing the yelling, though he tries to roll over and go back to sleep, figuring it's Marie coming off of curse shenanigans.

But then there is an explosion and what the fuck the whole house is coming down. Shiro doesn't even have time to grab a coat, and he dashes out of his room wearing only a sleeveless undershirt and boxers. It's a miracle he even managed to grab his glasses in his panic.

Then he sees the wall. Or where the wall used to be, more precisely. All he can do is stare at the rubble and Marie and wonder how he ended up living with so many crazy people.]

I liked that couch...

so how about that judo

[goodlifechoices]

[ Marie likes Shiro, she really does. In the short time she's been here, he's been a good friend to her and an obvious good influence on her meister.

She's also having tiny bit of a breakdown.

All those times Stein tried to warn people that Marie hit like the hammer she was should have been fair warning. She turns at Shiro's words, still completely furious, and isn't even thinking about going at him. She's not as fast as she usually would be, it's way too early in the morning for that, but she still throws a punch with a cry of: ]

I don't need your criticism right now!

[ That didn't even make sense. ]

hue

[paladaddy]

[lolnope

Thankfully that shout was enough of a warning to put Shiro on-guard, and as Marie reaches forward to punch Shiro side-steps and grabs her arm. Then he'll use her momentum to flip her over onto her back.

Trying to punch someone who knows judo is a bad idea.]

[goodlifechoices]

[ Marie is a terrifyingly competent combatant most of the time, but definitely not right then when she was flipped as easily as one might a first year academy student. Almost like one, except for where she doesn't even appear to try to mitigate the impact as she goes down.

She hits the floor hard enough that it gives visibly under the redirected force. There is a vaguely Marie shaped crater a few inches deep in the living room floor, and the carpet over it is distorted but not quite torn.

She didn't really want to hit Shiro anyway, so she's just going to take a moment to stare up at the ceiling in shock. If he's paying enough attention, he might notice that it didn't even knock the wind out of her. ]

[paladaddy]

[That's actually kind of impressive. It looks like weapons are tougher than Shiro first thought.

By now he's turned and is standing right by Marie, peering down at her with a raised eyebrow.]

Are you done now?

[Throwing a tantrum, he means. He's so used to having to smack down powerful demons and scary-strong exorcists to restore the status quo that it's become second nature to him.

It's also balls-early and Marie interrupted his beauty sleep. If nobody is dying, it's hard to get worked up.]

[goodlifechoices]

[ Marie sits up and tugs at the lab coat for a bit more modesty, looking more fussy than filled with burning rage. He was definitely proficient at cutting tantrums short, given that she's almost completely lost steam.

She looks up at him, taking a moment to process what he must have meant. ]

I don't want to be.

[ She'd been more comfortable with being angry. ]

[paladaddy]

Busting out another jar of pickles would be better than busting through a wall.

[Marie looks calmed down enough to joke around with, so Shiro is trying to use his humor to further eliminate her anger.]

You can open it this time, even.

[goodlifechoices]

Do we even have more?

[ Wait, wait, she was trying to be distraught here. She holds up a hand to him, an obvious request to be helped up. It was hardly necessary given that she was practically a tank in the form of a tiny woman.

She glances at the missing wall.

She really hadn't hit it that hard.. ]

[paladaddy]

[When Marie holds up her hand, Shiro reaches out with his own to help her up. She looks calm enough that he doesn't have to worry about being injured, at least.

It's too late for the wall, but that can be fixed. Shiro has connections.]

I told Rin to grab another jar when he went grocery shopping a few days ago, so we should have one.

[goodlifechoices]

[ There's no danger in helping her up. It's clear he'd managed to knock the fight right out of her. In fact, she is obviously as light weight as she looks right then. ]

That's so thoughtful.

[ Devouring the pickles out of spite last week aside, she didn't even like them all that much.

It still seemed like a good idea. Her shoulders slump a bit, taking his lead. ]

I'd meant to pick some up myself, but...

[paladaddy]

But it's been a busy week, I know. Curse weeks are like that.

[Shiro is sad to see that he lost the soul powers he had gained, but he is happy that his body is back to normal. He can live without poking people in the soul if it means he can actually move.]

It might be a bit late for pickles, though. Would tea be an acceptable substitute?

[goodlifechoices]

Tea sounds nice.

But, here, I'll make it. It's the least I can do after waking you up.