This is an example of the kinds of RP we have going on in Hitokai.... Won't you join us, please?

Rippen Dagger guides Tre across the courtyard and out into the village, leading the woman up the stairs to Rippen's quarters. She nods to the pillows on the floor, not making any move to remove the ropes that bind Tre's arms, "Sit," she barks, "Now..." Then walks to the bucket on the floor, kneeling down, She fills the empty bottle of water and rises, slowly moving towards the woman, waiting for her response.

Tre Marjeta easily moves to the pile of pillows, that not even being a command that needed to be questioned, her eyes would have taken in as much of the place as she could and find herself no more able to place it than before, she'll watch the bottle in RIppens hands, filled from some bucket, tongue licking along her lips at the thought of water, even if it may be foul at this point.

Rippen Dagger crosses the floor with the water, it was cloudy but clean and cold. She would stand above Tre, Her eyes moving over the woman's body slowly, taking in each curve, each scar and mark, the subtle way her chest rose and fell with each breath, "I must say, woman, you are something to look at...." She smirks, taking a sip of the water, not offering any to Tre just yet. "I know, I know... you must be worried sick about your family. Funny how things come full circle, Tre." Her eyes bore into the woman's, turning icey in an instant, She glares down at Tre with a low growl, "I know your family, Tre... the children.... how are they?" Her eyes flash at a hint of deviance as She sipped at the water again, allowing a small dribble to slip down Her chin.

Tre Marjeta swallows, turning her face the other direction as she feels Rippens gaze fall on her body, this being far weirder than she could have ever imagined, wanting to curl and wrap up in that blanket that she's obviously lost, the one Rabid gave her for the trip over. The sight of the cold water filling Rippens mouth will make her eyes flicker with hunger, the droplet of liquid down her chin almost erotic in the extreme, imagining it wending it's way down her throat, filling her senses with the icy chill of satisfaction that only water can do at a time like this. But the mention of her kids will cause her focus to snap back to the here and now, jaw lifting, a soft hiss through her flared nostrils, "I don't know how they are RIppen, I'd like to find out, I've never...ever been away from my kids like this."

Rippen Dagger smiles again, the same maniacal, mad grin She wore earlier as Tre squirms under Her gaze. She nods slowly, taking another slow sip from the bottle before She continues, "I am sure they are frightened. To be without one's mother, no matter how bad a mother she is.... is terribly frightening... I would know." She shifts her weight on Her feet, "I know your fear, woman. Not knowing how they are, who they ar ewith, who is caring for them while you are.... held.... It must be making you crazy...." She pauses, "And you've no way to contact them, or anyone for that matter. It must be terrible for you... to think someone, right now... could be harming them...." Her eyes flash, the irony of this situation not lost on Her, she knew Tre was responsible for the removal of children from their families all the time, and here she was, in the same spot. The thought makes Rippen's grin expand, and another sip of water would slip over her lips, more of the cloud cold liquid would spill down Her chest in large drops.

Tre Marjeta goes pale at the words, spoken so clearly, heart pounding in her chest as she feels nausea rising, the very idea of her kids being hurt, any kids, but hers especially will make her head rush with the sound of her heart rushing in her chest as her breathing grows shallow for a brief moment, tearing her gaze away from Rippen for now, the water so enticing, the need for it grows even as her mind swirls with the need to get the fuck home, and now. She'll whisper out, huskily, quietly, "Rippen..please..stop" and that's all she can say, the woman befor her right now, not the RIppen she remembers, this one being way more cold and detached, but there has to be something still left in her, something of the female who cares about others in there somewhere

Rippen Dagger shakes Her head slowly, stepping foward towards the woman, She would reach out with Her free hand and grasp Tre by the hair again, wrenching her face upwards towards Rippen's stare. An almost animalistic rage would slight Her eyes, and She would murmur, "Now... you know what you have to do, to get out of here alive, no? Lose the defiance, behave properly, and you will return home to them. Continue with this attitude, and not only wont you get there, your children will meet the same fate." She lifts the bottle, tipping it over above Tre's face, and empties it over the woman's head before tossing the bottle to the floor and releasing her hair.

Tre Marjeta inhales again at the fucking grip to her hair, eyes flashing with anger, the words sinking in slowly, the icy splash of water on her flesh making her lips part, hoping some finds its way over her tongue and into her throat, not really caring right now how she looks, a feral growl in her throat as she looks up, blinking water off her eyelashes as she tries to see Rippens face and shake wet tendrils of hair off her face once she's released, "What do youwant me to do here RIppen, fucking fake it, I'm not going ot submit to being kept in a place that I"m sent to because I pissed off that asshole Lars, this is all a joke and all I know is I don't want to know anymore about it, but christ, want me to crawl, beg, plead, act? I can do that, I can do the whole drama shit and get out of here, but how the fuck are you going to know what's real, just tell me what it is YOU want, and let me go home, me being here is a mistake, and we both know it."

Rippen Dagger growls again, She kneels down next to Tre and leans in to her ear, "I have a job to do. So do you. I am owned by the SYndicate, just as you are. Behave, do your job, and I wont have to do Mine. Dont appeal to My mothering instincts, they died when My children betrayed Me. Your influence over the young minds of Hathian can be countered. You will do your job, and you will do it well, or your life will be taken. Like Me, your children are your life.... I can assure you, being dead... having your life taken like that, makes you not care anymore. I dont care what you do, Tre. Only you can make this simple, or difficult. Or lifeless." She turns Her face to Tre, Her expression dead and concrete. She meant every word. Conform, accept the Syndicate, or they too, would take Tre's life, as they had Rippen's. It would become painfully obvious now, Rippen was a slave, too. In a very different way.

Tre Marjeta stills all movement as she listens to Rippens words, still feeling the whole twilight zone thing in seeing the faces she knows under other guises in Hathian being so open and dangerous here. She'll finally make sense of the words and struggle against the feeling of tears burning at the backs of her eyes, lowering her head to press her forehead to her knees, nodding, blowing out in pure anger and defeat, both emotions at war in her head, and knowing she's going ot have to put on a fucking good act here so she can be let go. "I Still don't know what this syndicate you speak of is, but I want to go home Rippen, I need to go home, to Hathian. Please"

Rippen Dagger continues to stare into the woman's face, no remorse, no mercy in Her eyes. Rippen was broken, and soon, Tre would be, too. But differently. Rippen was irrepairable. She would never be fixed. She was ruined to compassion. Her life ruled by a corporation that had brainwashed Her, just as Tusk had, just as Will had. She was a slave to the corporation, and Tre would be, too. However, Tre still had hope, and the thought of this made Rippen seethe inside. She had children to go home to, maybe even a man. Rippen had very little, aside from the one man that had set forth to own Her, and was slowly begining to exist in Her blood, Her breath, Her every pulse. She shakes Her head slowly, "No, you're not ready, yet." She rises slowly, scooping the bottle of water off the floor, She moves to fill it again, then returns to Tre, "Get up."

Tre Marjeta takes a breath, watching the emotions as they are break over Rippens features. Unable to read them well, but knowing there's some she recognizes. Trying to mentally tell herself to never, ever be as emotionally devoid as Rippen seems to be, it's her character, her fun, the laughter her friends and family provide that keeps her going. She'll rise slowly to her feet and not say anything, figuring she pushed her luck far enough with her attitude for now and just wanting to show she can keep silent so they'll allow her to return to the city she's come to love and crave like an addiction to her blood stream
Rippen Dagger takes Tre by the arm and leads her back to the Courtyard, and to the Infirmary silently.

Rippen Dagger enters the infirmary with Tre, She places the water on the floor and removes Her keys from Her belt. Swinging the door wide, She shoves Tre in, still angry that Tre had so much more than She ever would again.

Tre Marjeta grunts as she is pushed, not understanding the sudden rough treatment, trying not to stumble, she'll lean against the wall in the back and turn her gaze to Rippen, no words needed as she slowly sinks down to sit, not even going to try and push any more buttons at this time.

Rippen Dagger picks up the bottle and enters the cage, Her mind momentarily blanking before She sets the bottle on the floor of the cage. She pulls her knife off her arm, cutting through the ropes that bound Tre, She pulls them off roughly, then turns to leave the enclosure, closing the door and locking it behind Her. She stands with Her back to the woman as She growls, "Ration that water, its all you will get until tomorrow."

Tre Marjeta breaths out as the ropes are removed, rubbing at her wrists and upper arms, tiny red scratches from the hemp, pressing her lips as Rippen yanks them so harshly off her, blinking back tears, not sure what set her off and angered her, but knowing she's going to be careful in the future, , eying the water and then Rippen's back as she whispers out, "thank you" and lays her cheek to her knees , letting her thoughts move to decipher the whole day and what it's entailed

Rippen Dagger steps away from the cage, Her mind set on the letters She had to write now. There were no phones, no computers, no cells. This island was primitive, and provided Rippen with the isolation that only one with such a damaged mind would be able to endure for long periods of time. She steps out of the infirmary without another word to Tre.

Tre Marjeta watches her leave and goes into quiet contemplation, using this time to study Rippen's actions in a way she's never been able to as well.