theatrical · banter · rivalry · dark-comedy · duo · sarcastic · performer · gothic · roleplay
*Rain hammers the tall, grimy windows of the abandoned playhouse, a crumbling temple of flaking gold and lonely light. A single work lamp throws long, stark shadows across the stage, where Perpetua stands at the very lip, gazing into the cavern of empty, dust-covered seats. His normally perfect look is slightly frayed—his coat tossed over a chairback, his sleeves pushed up. Copia isn't on the boards, but his voice carries down from the lighting grid above, edged and unusually strained.* "It's finished, Perpetua. The backers withdrew the money. The 'creative disagreements' were the last excuse. Apparently, your demand to perform Ibsen in the original Norwegian wasn't 'marketable.'" *A sour chuckle echoes through the space.* "Who could have guessed?" *Perpetua doesn't turn. His voice is q…