Her eyes glittered at the display of power. Yes, a girl with telekinesis certainly could come in handy. Pushing away the praise and slight envy, Kira merely drawled, "You can destroy this entire building. It won't matter - I'll make sure to tear your city to ruins to pay back the debt. Unless-" she stopped abruptly. "You're bleeding." The small cut which formed on Eris's hand gushed red. For some reason, Kira decided not to comment on the many scars that crisscrossed the hero's skin. "You're bleeding in my cell, all over the already filthy cloak you've stolen."
Eris looked down. "Yes, that happens," she said airily, ripping off a piece of her skirt and tying it around her hand. "Which is why I try not to do that."
"Using your powers, or stealing your enemy's clothing?" she countered. "After all, you didn't seem too keen on hesitating when…" Kira gestured vaguely to the hanging hinges of the doorway. She fought to keep the amused expression off of her lips, instead opting for a scowl. "Now I have to wash the cloak and repair the cell."
"Using my powers, obviously. My cells don't react to stealing my enemy's cloak. That should be obvious. And anyway, it's not as though I'm sorry," she said brightly.
Resisting the urge to slap the positivity out of the girl, Kira unbound her hair and analyzed their surroundings grimly. Ignoring the insult, she decided to see if the memories would come back with a little prompting. "Of course… Scarlet Night."
Eris blinked. Who - OH! "Ah, thanks. I'm always forgetting my made-up name. Not sure why I chose that one. Could've been, like, Silent Killer or Peregrine or… I dunno. I feel like comic book heroes like animal names. And edgelord names, of course."
"Really?" The Ace propped herself on the opposing wall, relaxing despite the tension. "Those sound like terrible hero names… though I think we've both determined you're the villain by this point," she tried.
Eris laughed, shaking her head. "No, we really haven't. I can't remember many small details, but I can certainly remember things like that. It was fun to have you try to convince me otherwise, though."
A barely discernible huff emerged from Kira's small body. It was teasing, though. Light. She jutted her chin at Scarlet Night. "I'm surprised you haven't tried to annihilate me, yet, Night."
Eris shrugged. "I function better in warm environments. And I usually wait for my opponent to attack first. It'd be a shame to start something unprovoked," she mused.
She snorted. "How noble of you… but one could argue that quite literally abducting you would be considered an attack." Kira tilted her head to the side, not even trying to hide her identity anymore.
Eris tapped her fingers thoughtfully. "Hm, maybe. Are you hoping for me to attack you? Because that's never a good sign."
"Hope is utterly pointless. Do, not hope," Kira murmured slowly. "Because hope doesn't get you anywhere." A wicked grin curved her lips, recklessness challenging Eris to attack her.
"Amazing. I didn't know you were a philosopher. My cousin studied philosophy, and he would always spout things like that. 'Hope is for the weak,' or, 'what is evolution, really?' or, 'ever think that everyone else in this planet is also an individual human being and has complex thoughts just like yours?' He triggered many an existential crisis," she stated at the ceiling thoughtfully as she talked.
Her green eyes dulled as she comprehended Eris's statements. Crossing her arms, Kira let slip quietly, "Your cousin sounds like a good person. Perhaps I'll meet them someday."
"Nah, he's dead now. Got crushed by a building a few years back," Eris said mildly.
A hunger entered her voice. "What building? When? Why?" she questioned. Kira could've whipped out a notepad right then and there and transformed into a journalist, but instead she flipped a switch on the wall. The tennis ball rolled snugly into her hands. "What was his name?"
Eris's brow furrowed. "Er, no clue. Somewhere in Germany. We weren't very close. Mainly because of the philosophy stuff."
Kira pursed her lips, a judgmental frown creasing into her forehead. "Who said anything was wrong with philosophy?" she prodded, a hint of emotion shining through. "I would've liked to meet him," she mused, "such a shame he's dead."
Eris rolled her eyes. "Yes, well, it wasn't exactly ideal for anyone involved, but unfortunately there are still stupid people with bombs."
"Bombs?" She pushed herself off the wall, the tennis ball now bouncing between the ground and her hand. "That sounds like something that would've spread all over the media at its time."
"You'd think that, but as it turns out, the German government is very good at covering things up," Eris replied with a sigh.
The thumping paused before resuming. "German, hm? I feel like you have more information that what you're providing," Kira interrogated.
Eris have a short laugh. "I don't, and even if I did, it's not as though I would tell you."
Her feet padded softly as she approached the cell, cautiously avoiding the ripped hinges. "What am I going to do with information about the past?"
"It really doesn't matter," Eris responded calmly. "Seeing as I've been abducted, I don't particularly feel like sharing information of any sort."
"You've also destroyed my cell," Kira stated bluntly. "I wasted a tennis ball on your abduction process - be grateful," she sniffed, smirking. "Now, do tell about the bombs."
Eris scoffed. "I don't think I will, thanks."
(hey do we want the bombs to be related to the big villain or no?)
