G13-55 Side butchering

[22:24] <Razor> *****PnP Group 13, Hoofington Sucks; Session 55 Bonus Log*****
[22:26] * Rime continues to 'investigate' the weapons, ignoring Razor's grumpiness. She's grumpy too! Slide. Click. Slide. Click.
[22:30] * Razor flinches with each sound they make. "Stop it now or I will /take/ them from you!"
[22:30] * Rime Sliiiiiiiiiide. CLICK. Sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide. CLICK!
[22:31] * Razor growls again and grabs them with her magic, giving a hard tug!
[22:36] * Rime is only holding one, so Green's other pistol is taken away. She /isn't/ giving this one up though. She holds on tight, racking the slide repeatedly for good measure! SlideClickSlideClickSlideClick...
[22:38] * Razor glares at Rime... and uses the one she grabbed to try and knock the other out of Rime's grip.
[22:53] * Rime fumbles the pistol as the other strikes it hard. She manages to catch it, turning and rotating her whole body towards Razor to propel it with all her filly strength! "Fine! Take it!" She hurls it right at her grumpy face!
[22:57] * Razor barely ducks in time to avoid getting a snoutfull of gun. She gives an exasperated yell, "What the fuck is your problem, Rime!?"
[23:00] * Rime snorts. "Like you don't know!"
[23:02] * Razor counters the snort with a growl! "No! I don't know! You're going crazy over some stupid little thing!"
[23:04] * Rime 's muzzle scrunches up, her brows knitting together. "If it's so /fucking/ stupid, why won't you just do it!"
[23:08] * Razor "Why do you think!? I. Don't. Like. Him! Pretending I do is just... stupid and useless!" She rubs her hooves together in annoyance. "There's no reason I should even TALK to him!"
[23:10] * Rime "Well, /I/ like him! And as a favor to me, I want you to fake it!" She stomps a hoof for emphasis.
[23:13] * Razor snorts. "Yeah, right! You expect me to do that for you, when you can't even do the same thing? Ha! There's. No. Way."
[23:14] * Rime looks wounded, a bit of hurt showing briefly through the anger. Her voice is much cooler. "When have I /ever/ not done something for you? What... What do you mean?"
[23:18] * Razor gives a little sadistic grin. "Let me just think! You want me to just sit there and pretend I give a shit about that little weasel... Who are you being all pissy over? I think I could come up with somepony!"
[23:20] * Rime 's blood runs cold with that little realization. She turns around. "Fine. You can keep ignoring Logic all you want. I'm sorry I asked."
[23:25] * Rime gives her head a shake, not able to even look over at Razor. She needs a smoke in a bad way... She scrounges through her bag, finding her stash and putting it in her lips. She sucks down the soothing smoke.
[23:26] * Razor gives a little snort. "Now you get it, yeah? At least all I do is ignore him! Believe me when I say, if you ponies didn't like him so much? I wouldn't just be ignoring."
[23:30] * Rime sucks down smoke like a desert nomad sucks down water. It can't be the same. She /can't/ feel for that thimble-dicked, shit-poking, flying rat anything comparable to her liking Logic. Razor doesn't like ponies. She only likes /her/. They're special and /he's/ trying to steal her!
[23:32] * Rime 's mind races, smoke would be pouring out of her ears if it wasn't pouring out of her nose. She tries to make her mind churn out a question... a response... a something... but all it can bring up is his smug fucking face as he walks off with all her friends leaving her in a cold little chapel...
[23:38] * Rime spits out the cigarette before it can burn her lips. She stomps it out. "Logic's helped. He's done a lot."
[23:39] * Razor crosses her forelegs and rests her head overtop with an exasperated sigh. "He's a smartass who thinks he's better than everypony else. And he's trying to get in with ponies I hate! Everything he does is annoying. You're lucky I haven't broken his nose yet."
[23:43] * Rime turns to half look at you, a foreleg draped over the back of a chair. "But he's had your back, and mine. Sparky is just as likely to fly off as help."
[23:48] * Rime "I didn't think you put up with cowards."
[00:08] * Razor eyes Rime. After a few moments, she says, "Not everypony has what it takes to do what matters the most to them! I did whatever it took to find my mom. Sparky wasn't afraid to give everything to do what mattered to him! The kind of pony who doesn't let anything stop them from doing that is the best kind of pony."
[00:11] * Rime eyes you back. "Anypony who would abandon the ponies that care for them for some selfish whatever-the-fuck is scum! We needed him, he flew off! He /left/ us. Why give him a chance to do it again."

*****CUT*****
[23:52] * Razor glares. "He's been there for a long damn time, Rime! He went away because he /had/ to. And now he's back. And he's promised to do whatever it takes. And if there's one thing I know about him? It's that he does the things that matter in the end!"
[23:54] * Rime glares back. "How long's a long damn time? He fly in for a couple weeks? What the fuck /is/ he to you?"

[00:00] * Razor doesn't flinch at all. "What would you do, Rime, if you found out that somewhere out there, you had a baby sister? Or if you thought you could do the one thing that matters more than anything else to you?"
[00:03] * Rime tilts her head giving it a little shake. "The fuck does that even mean? I don't /have/ family. Life is fucking survival. That's the thing that matters the most. So, I guess I'd survive? What's that got to do with shit?"

[00:23] <snip> ... What would you do if I got extra sick of your coltfriend, and decided to take him for a nice long walk to the core?"
[00:27] * Rime pushes down her kneejerk response about how stupid of a hypothetical that is. She decides to really try and answer it. "I'd tell him to teleport away."
[00:30] * Razor keeps up her gaze. "I don't like that stupid spell. So I broke his horn. What. Would. You. Do?"
[00:34] * Rime gives an incredulous look. "This hypothetical is fucking stupid. Who started it? What did he do to deserve it? Anything? Nothing? It's like... If i snuck a block of C4 on your mom and pulled out a dead-pony detonator, what would you do?"
[00:41] * Razor glares. "There are no easy answers! No matter what you do, somepony dies. No matter what you do, somepony hurts. One more question! I hope you're ready for this one!

[00:41] * Rime doesn't hesitate. "You."
[00:43] * Razor gives Rime a long look. "If you don't help him, he'll die. No questions. So, why?"
[00:46] * Rime turns away, laying her head on the desk. "Cause we protect each other, that's what we do."
[00:52] * Razor hesitates a few moments, before adding, "Sparky had to make a choice like that. Except he knew we could take care of ourselves. He did something to those ponies, and he wanted to fix it. And that's what was most important to him. Do you get it now?"
[00:57] * Rime "Crystal. He cares about other shit more than us, more than /you/, and I'm supposed to just be okay with him being flaky and /gone/ one minute, and touchy-feely and preachy the next. High-hoofed son of a fuck ..." The rest is lost into a low grumble.

[00:23] * Razor keeps eyeing Rime. "There are no easy answers, Rime! Let me put it this way, to make this extra perfectly clear. The griffons are back. But this time, there's two! One's on me. One's on your coltfriend. Who do you help?"
[01:25] * Rime scowls. "That's a bullshit question! What's picking favorites got to do with shit?"