[Rina]

"Hmm......"

A little bit has been occupying his mind as of late, and he's trying to take his mind off of his personal stress. He's calmly idling away at the cafe Lemres hung out one day, with a cup of cafe au lait on his table. In spite of the tranquil environment, trying to ease himself is still proving to be a little difficult. Arle getting under his skin, the train-wreck performance at the Emerald Coast, and...his inability to really articulate himself. The cafe is at its usual bustling self, but still tranquil enough for those who need some quiet time. And Schezo needs some of it. Maybe some small talk could take his mind off of things, but he never really attempted started a conversation. Others usually do that.

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Also on the café is a certain Fighting Queen that Schezo was most likely familiar with. Rulue was drinking coffee, wearing a...particularly forlorn expression on her face. Something had been quite prevalent on her mind recently, and she couldn't get it out or deny it's existence. That mirror...it showed her the truth she knew a long time ago and rejected for her hopeless fantasies. And when a mirror shows up and tells that said fantasies were unreal, it was to be known that reality would ensue.

Rulue now had to face the ugly reality, but what could she do? It wasn't going to be solved easily, that was for sure. After drinking up the coffee, she paid up the drink, turned around so that she could leave and then...she spotted him. The perverted swordsman she knew and...well, didn't have a strong opinion on. Was he within the 'friend' or 'enemy' range? She herself wouldn't know. 

She would most likely regret this decision.

Rulue walked over to the likes of Schezo and gave him a light tap on the shoulder.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Dark Wizard." She said, trying to hide her inner distress. "So you got blasted into this infernal world as well?"

[Rina]

"!?"

Schezo felt a bit startled with someone touching him. He was purely expecting to be just another customer and move on like he's invisible. He turned to who called for his attention, and he realized who it was. The long blue hair and elegant clothing is unmistakably of Rulue the Fighting Queen. He turned over to her, taking care not to spill his cup of cafe au lait.

"Ah, Rulue. It's been a while. I wondered where everyone had gone to, and before I knew it, I ended up here as well."

Rulue is...on a weird line with Schezo. On one hand, he did push some wrong buttons on some occasions, but at the same time, he holds nothing against her. It's hard to define, really.

[TheSpatialWeeg]

"...I see. I guess we can't control whether or not we travel through time and space now, it seems."

Rulue...sort of invited herself to sit next to Schezo. So far, the conversation has started out nice. No buttons pushed so far, truly a great sign. She played with her hair a tiny bit before asking Schezo another question. Let's start off simple!

"So, how is this world treating you, Schezo?"

[Rina]

Schezo mused for a few seconds, taking a sip of his drink. He answered as he pulled the cup away from his face.

"The world is...quite fascinating, despite the bleakness. There are quite the unique individuals in my experience. One such person I met was a half-dragon, capable of assuming a draconic form at will."

He gently put the cup down.

"I take it that since you came before I, you had your share of ventures?"

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Rulue looked curious. A half-dragon that could transform at will? Well, it certainly sounded much better than what Draco offered. "Well, you seem you have found someone you can trust. That's nice..." she said. The conversation was successfully distracting her from the mirror...that is, until Schezo asked her about her 'ventures'. Welp, so much for having a break. Of course, it wasn't all bad, but...well...

"Why yes, I had a few adventures of my own...I found Arle once again, and I met a couple of...interesting people."

She wasn't going to go on detail unless Schezo would prompt her to do so. "Perhaps have you crossed paths with her again...or.......never mind. How are you today?" Well, that was instantaneously awkward. Rulue dodging a subject?

[Rina]

Schezo wasn't sure if he really does have people to trust. He normally just tags along and gets things done without much social connection. He's willing to vocalize, but there's some degree of distance in his behavior that just passively pushes people away. Upon the mention of Arle's name, he stopped himself from taking another sip of his drink.

"You too? I did so quite a moment ago...but she left some scathing words that left a bad taste in my mouth."

Schezo idly stared at his drink, feeling a bit...quieter than usual. He isn't the most talkative person, but this seems rather jarring for his standards.

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Rulue was...curious, to say the least. What 'scathing words' could Arle had possibly decked him with? Well, at least she isn't the only one with problems today, at least! "Really, Schezo?Now you've got me interested into these words she said. I'm in the mood to listen to your problems. Care to...enter in more detail?"

The Fighting Queen was FAR from a psychologist, but the fact that she was willing to listen to Schezo's problems was definitely...something else, if there was not words to describe that. Maybe that could provide her a nice little distraction from these recent events she has been put through.

"The choice is yours, Schezo."

[Rina]

Prying into it, huh? Well...what he's about to quote might hit a bit home to her, considering the implications.

"...she called me a senile old man chasing a dream I can never catch."

If she heard closely, the cup's rattling in his hand as it kept tapping on the saucer. He didn't really want to recall it, but perhaps now would be a time to vent in some way. Still, being this angry about Arle is rather unsettling.

"...what's wrong with ambitions? I wish to become even stronger, but how dare she put me down for my pursuits...!"

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Rulue knew exactly who came to mind when he mentioned the description. There could only be another one who Arle had enough poison to call a 'senile old man'. "So...you are technically saying she compared you to Satan...right?" Rulue said, becoming more quiet and troubled. Guess that wasn't escaping her mind anytime soon.

It was no actual secret to her that Schezo actively despised Satan for either how incompetent he was or how he was...obsessed with Arle. That one particular fact sent her back to that haunted reflection she saw. The Fighting Queen turned her gaze away from Schezo. And then a long, drawn-out sigh could be heard from her.

"...Heh. At least your 'ambitions' are not unreachable..." She muttered.

[Rina]

"That she did, and how dare she compare me to him! Why are my pursuits the only one that is not okay!?"

Schezo slammed a hand on the table, causing a bit of ruckus. He's being rather disruptive with all that noise, causing some of the customers to give him looks, some curious, some bothered. He's not paying much attention to Rulue's personal distress, continuing to rant on. So much for idle talk...

"She has nigh nonexistent respect for me and why can I not garner such from her!? I'm the Dark Wizard, and my ancient magic should clearly trump hers!"

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Rulue was silent. She listened to Schezo ramble on about Arle's 'mistreatment'. While his words came and stuck around, her mind was too adrift with her own personal problems to counter-argue or agree. She only...weakly nodded, accompanied by utter silence. 

Why Satan didn't love her and loved Arle instead? What did he see on the auburn-haired mage that she lacked? Why does he insist on Arle, despite being shunned by her multiple times, while Rulue only showered him with love and admiration? Why...just why?! She didn't manage to understand! One thing was clear though...

That never changed...

No matter what she tried, all stayed the same. All those attempts at getting Satan to love her failed, no matter what she tried. All of this...this was early proof that Satan just didn't care...and she chose to ignore it in order to have hope that her dream would be fulfilled.

She was a fool for believing that...wasn't she?

"...What was I thinking...? Me...marrying Satan? What a joke..." She said to herself, letting a couple of tears drop. "...It was so obvious...that he never cared..."

[Rina]

Schezo let out a deep sigh in an attempt to cool off. He was reaching a boiling point of anger, and that wouldn't look too good on his dignified--paper-thin mask of dignity, rather--image. He kept silent for a couple moments before taking another sip of his drink. It's lost some of the piping-hot freshness, though...

"Excuse my blind-rage rambling. What brings you here, if I may...ask?"

Schezo put the cup back down. It's about half empty, and the pattern in the cafe au lait has been blended away. While he does seem a little tactless, he does pick up on emotions a bit easily, noticing Rulue's rather dull, lifeless stare. Is she paying attention, or did she not? Or cannot?

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Rulue was off on her depths of her mind, possibly drowning in self-worthlessness until Schezo asked her what she was doing. Was it worth it to even hide it at this point? Most likely. Schezo didn't seem to notice her rambling...maybe he wouldn't come along and bother himself to hear what she's been thinking.

"Oh...I was just sorting out some thoughts of mine..." She replied.

Thoughts that she kind of loathed, but they were true. Rulue wanted to sulk alone at home, but hey, she couldn't leave Schezo hanging.

[Rina]

Schezo raised an eyebrow. Here for the same reason as himself? Interesting. The cafe is a tranquil place to relax away from home, though, so he can't blame her. But...what are the thoughts she's stewing on? He rambled on his problems, might as well hear her out. Seeing her distressed is a bit of a rarity, in honesty.

"You seem distressed. Are you willing to vocalize them to me? I gave you my share of ranting. It's only fair that I hear you out."