RITA CATCHALL

[divineimpulse]

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[divineimpulse]

Comparatively, I'm doing much better.

[overlimit]

And your arm?

[divineimpulse]

Mabel and Yamato spent their special heal vouchers together to re-attach it.

I'm indebted.

[overlimit]

They did?
Good.

Do you mind talking about what happened?

[divineimpulse]

I can, but it might not make a lot of sense.

[overlimit]

That's fine. I want to hear it, anyway.

Can I visit you at the dorm?

[divineimpulse]

I'll let you in.

[sure enough, when rite rocks up to summer, byleth is already there waiting.]

[overlimit]

[she enters, looking over her shoulder like she expects someone's watching her? it's fine.]

Guess you do look better than the last time I saw you.

[the arm really completes the look!

also this is her first time seeing the inside of summer dorm, so she's looking around curiously.]

[divineimpulse]

Come in.

[she has her newly-reattached arm in a sling! other than that, she looks roughly the same, plus a load of bandages. it's nice not to be bleeding everywhere.]

Your voice has returned.

[she summer dorm is cozy! beanbags and cushions and whatnot everywhere.]

[overlimit]

[she's momentarily flustered at that.]

Uh--yeah. Whatever that was, it only lasted for a few hours. It's fine now.

[divineimpulse]

Did you figure out what happened?

[she gestures rita over to her apparent tea nook, which has cushions, and two steaming mugs of tea, as well as a plate of sweets.]

[overlimit]

I've got an idea.

--But that's not what I'm here to talk about.

[okay yeah she'll sit down for tea first, though.]

What happened to you guys?

[divineimpulse]

[byleth sits herself down on a beanbag, slightly unsteadily—but if there's any pain, she's not showing it. instead, she picks up the mug.]

This is a fruit blend. I hope you like it.

[and sips.

...]

We appeared suddenly inside of an elevator in a building.

[overlimit]

[she sips it...

... it's good! turns out rita's pretty fond of sweet flavors.]

Right... another random abduction, I assume.

[divineimpulse]

Right.

We went to the top floor, and met a man there who gave us microphones—they amplify noises—and told us they were special tools—and sent us out into the world. Except, he wanted to talk to me for a moment.

And then I don't remember anything until I woke up in a room with Caleb. For some reason, I had a concussion.

[overlimit]

Microphones...? Weird.

[she'll munch on one of these snacks.]

Then what?

[divineimpulse]

[it's a tasty cookie!]

Then we battled each other by saying lyrical, rhyming words into the microphones.

[overlimit]

... Excuse me?

[divineimpulse]

I know.

[she sips her tea.]

The words became attacks, and the attacks almost killed us.

[overlimit]

That's what caused those injuries!?

[divineimpulse]

That's what caused the injuries.

[overlimit]

[...

she sips the tea.

...]

I hate trying to make sense of things that happen here.

[divineimpulse]

[she nods, and sips her own tea.]

I understand.

[overlimit]

Was there any kind of... end goal to this? A "winner" or a prize or whatever?

[divineimpulse]

[...]

There was blackmail.