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Don't be a gigantic baby about it, this is important.
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[Of course Clarke follows, and stubbornly, as Rita finds herself back up against the arm of the couch, well--she's just going to turn and climb right over the arm.]
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clarke deftly slips one of the makeshift brace rolls into her right hand so her left is free to snatch at the collar of the other girl's shirt. and in a vague homage to almost yanking her over the table back in the diner, is just gonna try to haul her back — like one would a cat by it's scruff. right back into her lap, where clarke can then attempt to sling a leg over rita's stomach and pin her. wrestling grapple meet weird pretzel-like contortion, and trying to block or dodge any counter smacks. is this what it's like trying to wrangle a crocodile? it feels like it. )
Oh, come on, ( she hisses through her teeth with exertion. ) I'm literally just trying to save your face.
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Hey, I said you're not--ugh, quit--that's not going to save it!
[And much like trying to wrangle a cat, Rita squirms and wriggles against Clarke's hold, feet kicking against the couch futilely and arms just straight-up straining to hold the other girl as far away from her face as possible.]
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...almost. )
Stop — fighting me, ( clarke hisses through the exertion of keeping rita still. she doesn't want to hurt the other girl any more than she's already been, but that drastically limits the options here. even puts bucking them off the couch and trying to get a better hold of her on the ground completely off the table. gotta think, gotta think... ) Don't make me call Natsuno.
( oh, but inspiration suddenly strikes. she can do better than that. clarke pauses her efforts at reaching towards rita's face, allowing the other girl to continue holding her at arms length while she dips her head down and quietly, quietly threatens: )
Don't make me call Jade.
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As if--there's no way he'd go along with this!
[Surely. He has sense! The second name, though--Rita goes from suspicion as Clarke leans in, to a brief moment of comprehension, to--a sudden, vehement no screeching from the very core of her being at the idea of Jade getting involved, because oh, she really, really doesn't want to deal with whatever he'd have to say-]
You...you wouldn't!
[Still doggedly holding Clarke away from her body, but she stops kicking for the time being to stare at the other girl insistently as if to call her bluff. Not that Clarke likely needs more than a moment of hesitation on her part...]
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Would, could, and — you know what, I think I will.
( and clarke turns her head towards the door to cabin 108, opening her mouth and drawing in a deep breath as if she's about to start screaming jade's name. but it's a feint.
and 0.5 seconds later she's ripping her wrists up, out of rita's fingers. and bringing her hands right back down in an attempt to slip both gauze rolls up the other girl's nose before she can recover from the shock. some of the intended gentleness is sacrificed for efficiency and victory, but at this point that's on rita and her continual stubbornness. )
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[Rita could point out that Jade might not even be in his cabin right now, but, well--that's not her first thought, not when Clarke's feint for some reason makes an almost-panicked feeling well in her chest-
Before she can even properly process that, too, Clarke makes her move: gauze gets unceremoniously shoved right in her already-tender nostrils, which ends up being about equally painful as it is embarrassing. Rita thrashes some more to push Clarke off at the same time she screeches out her indignant response-]
Ow! Did you just--you seriously did it?! Ugh, I can't believe you--
[Suspiciously narrowing her eyes as the trickery sinks in, too...]
That was dirty, you know.
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and when accused of playing dirty? she just shrugs. )
It accomplished what needed doing. ( a little proud of herself? a little proud of herself. )
Try to keep those in for 48 hours, okay?
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Two days?! No way!
[Her hands are already moving toward her tender nose as if she's heavily considering just ripping them out right here. Perhaps another Jade-shaped threat is in order...]
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Forty. Eight. Hours. Got it?
( then it's time for a carefully shaped threat, because it feels like she's finally cracked a bit of the rita code and isn't about to let up now. )
That way when Jade eventually sees you face to face, you can at least tell him you sought treatment and abided by medical suggestion.
( responsibly. you're a big girl who handled this all on their own. )
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You call this treatment... [Is she being petulant and grumpy when she's the one who came to Clarke? Yes, but let's not think about that.] Jade doesn't need to know anything--why do you even keep bringing him up, anyway?
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You'll also be wanting to take over the counter pain medication. This isn't worth the liquid anesthetics in the infirmary, just stick to what you find in Sundries. Also, have you been in a lot of fist fights before?
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So then. Meds, right, she's got it. "Stuff in Sundries" supplies context for what "over-the-counter" apparently means, so a slight tilt of her head indicates reluctant acceptance, before she goes right back to huffily indignant at the question.]
Who, me? Do I look like someone who goes around brawling?
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sorta? as the unspoken response, mixed with a bit of: well, you sure don't look like someone who wins the brawls right now. )
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What? What's with that look?!
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I think we should get you boxing lessons.
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[She was prepared for something potentially irritating, but Clarke sidesteps the issue of Rita's physical ability into something more bemusing on this side. Rita blinks, then huffs as her surprise fades.]
No way. That sounds like a pain. Besides, I'm not looking to get into any punch-outs with anyone.
[Despite it happening regardless, you know...]
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It's less about you looking for fights than someone else looking for fights with you. I'm not saying you have to last twelve rounds, just learn the best spots to hit someone so you can run away before they break your face.
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Still--a sigh, because she does know that Clarke cares (she's shown it so many times, hasn't she?) that while Rita definitely does not want to learn to box, she goes for what she thinks is a reassuring concession.]
Then I'll carry a weapon--I did get a whip a while back from Sundries. If someone comes at me, then they can't go complaining if I take out their eye.
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( yeah, she'd heard about rita's heroics with ivy rush back in the desert, too preoccupied with driving to actually see it. later she'd seen the other girl use it to entangle jade in the middle of a hallway, but only briefly during her crispy escape attempt. but that seems different than what clarke's currently imagining, which is a classic run of the mill bullwhip. )
Have you practiced recently?
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[That's in response to Clarke's first question, anyway. She does have a regular old whip--from her world though, so one with some aer conductance--though admittedly, she didn't use such weapons for their intended purpose anywhere near as much as using them as a casting focus back home.
And as for the second question... Well, Rita makes a half-shrug, fingers unconsciously wandering back towards her still-throbbing face.]
It's not like I'd forget how to use it...
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( so the takeaway here is: practice.
another month, not quite as many emotional injuries under her belt, clarke would have offered to play coach. harassing rita's door until she got up at the crack of dawn and joining the other girl for sprints across the sports deck. maybe even unsheathe that intermittently flaming sword that's not propped between the couch and desk, and join in some drills for both their sake. but right now...
hmmm, thinking aloud: ) Maybe you should also learn how to shoot a gun.
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[And it's kind of embarrassing to have the shortcoming pointed out when she should know better. Not that it's the worst lecture she's had from Clarke...
Anyway, she's seen them in use by some people on the ship, like Natsuno, that she knows what sort of gun Clarke's talking about.]
What...those devices that shoot metal bullets? They're so...unelegant.
[Which is definitely a thing to be concerned about, right? (Look, even if blastia had their problems, hoplon blastia are still so much better than some standard lead-spewing gun, in her opinion-!) Anyway--Rita huffs and glances away.]
You don't need to fret over all this. I can defend myself, you know... I was just--caught off-guard.
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They get the job done.
( she's reminded briefly of the time spent explaining to natsuno that all that really mattered in a fight was efficiency. go for the tendons to disable, main arteries to kill; shoot a magician halfway through their weirdly wordy evocations. the patience required to express all that again to rita is nonexistent though, and clarke's left just hoping some of it will eventually rub off by association. instead, primly and a little snippy: )
Don't tell me what to do. ( also read as: i'll worry if i want. ) Threats that catch you off guard are the most dangerous ones. I just want you to be better prepared, so we don't have to do this again.
( seriously, wrangling rita while she squirmed like a crocodile to get away from makeshift nose braces was weirdly exhausting. )
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