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noreasonneeded) wrote2024-03-25 08:40 am
noreasonneeded) wrote2024-03-25 08:40 am
IC/Overflow Post
Random messages and thread continuations welcome here!
[OOC: Continued from here.]
I'm nothing if not a reasonable man.
You can take a look at it if you'd like, though Jesper might feel the need to examine your work and make adjustments after. He's taken to his fabrikator role quite robustly these days.
I'm nothing if not a reasonable man.
You can take a look at it if you'd like, though Jesper might feel the need to examine your work and make adjustments after. He's taken to his fabrikator role quite robustly these days.
It does mean a lot to him. Not my cane, I mean him embracing himself.
I'm sure he'll be maddening about the chaotic way he practices, but I'm practicing deep breaths and telling myself it's not my place how he goes about it. That he knows what he's doing.
Even if I could create a color coded schedule for him that would maximize his time.
I'm sure he'll be maddening about the chaotic way he practices, but I'm practicing deep breaths and telling myself it's not my place how he goes about it. That he knows what he's doing.
Even if I could create a color coded schedule for him that would maximize his time.
I'm glad to hear that. Truly. I know there is a lot of bullshit in the world but I genuinely hate anyone hiding who they are when it comes to something like that. I get why people do - especially Grisha - but I hate it all the same.
It's Jesper, of course he will. He'll practice all the random things first or the things that interest him the most.
It's what I have done.
It's Jesper, of course he will. He'll practice all the random things first or the things that interest him the most.
It's what I have done.
It is bullshit. Figure starting with our territories and expanding from there on showing it's bullshit is the long game to play.
I would have picked what was most practical and started there. It's how I did my own training.
I would have picked what was most practical and started there. It's how I did my own training.
[OOC: Continued from here.]
Excellent. You never overlook the importance of ambiance.
I shall. What ammo is it this time?
Excellent. You never overlook the importance of ambiance.
I shall. What ammo is it this time?
I've been experimenting with a smaller caliber of ammunition that expands after impact and will hopefully be more capable of wounding, but not outright killing or maiming the target. It will of course require a more intense surgery after to remove, but shouldn't pose too much of a problem to a experienced physician.
Anyone in particular you're hoping to merely wound, or is it just for nebulous targets right now?
More just looking for quicker ways to take opponents out of fights without having to resort to killing them.
It always pays to plan ahead. While I don’t mind leaving a body in my wake, it isn’t always worth the while to have to deal with it. To say nothing that having someone live with a reminder can be beneficial in and of itself.
[OOC: Continued from here.]
You’re giving me a place to stay, the least I can do is ensure your fridge is well stocked. I’ll see you in a short while.
[As promised, Kaz does arrive not too long afterwards at her window. The fire escape seemed wiser to use rather than walking through the front entrance of her apartment building where security cameras might exist. Overkill perhaps, but Kaz is nothing if not cautious and meticulous. He lightly raps on her window frame with the tip of his cane, in his spare hand is a bag of food from an Indian street cart whose owners he became friendly with after helping them from getting fleeced. He’s a little rumpled but not the worse for wear, no bad injuries in sight. He’s tired, but there’s nothing new about that, and his gaze is still sharp as a shark’s.]
You’re giving me a place to stay, the least I can do is ensure your fridge is well stocked. I’ll see you in a short while.
[As promised, Kaz does arrive not too long afterwards at her window. The fire escape seemed wiser to use rather than walking through the front entrance of her apartment building where security cameras might exist. Overkill perhaps, but Kaz is nothing if not cautious and meticulous. He lightly raps on her window frame with the tip of his cane, in his spare hand is a bag of food from an Indian street cart whose owners he became friendly with after helping them from getting fleeced. He’s a little rumpled but not the worse for wear, no bad injuries in sight. He’s tired, but there’s nothing new about that, and his gaze is still sharp as a shark’s.]
[For some silly reason she did expect him to use the door, so she jumps a bit at the knock on her window.
Once she realizes who it is she pulls open the window for him.]
I do have a door. I'll introduce you two sometime.
[But she still has an amused smirk on her face.]
Welcome to my humble abode.
[It's about as nice as an apartment in Ketterdam can be. It's well appointed in light shades of gray and wood, as well as being clean.]
Are you bleeding from anywhere I can't see? I have some basic first aid supplies.
Once she realizes who it is she pulls open the window for him.]
I do have a door. I'll introduce you two sometime.
[But she still has an amused smirk on her face.]
Welcome to my humble abode.
[It's about as nice as an apartment in Ketterdam can be. It's well appointed in light shades of gray and wood, as well as being clean.]
Are you bleeding from anywhere I can't see? I have some basic first aid supplies.
I like my social circle as is, the door will have to impress me to get added to my list of acquaintances.
[He’s not above teasing her back as he nimbly climbs inside and helps shut the window behind him.]
Nah, I’m fine. A little sooty from an explosion but nothing a shower later can’t fix.
[He looks around the space, it’s definitely nicer than many tenement buildings in the Barrel, though the ones that Kaz runs are decent. The University district tends to run higher end than the Barrel, though not as fancy as the Geldstraat where mansions like Van Eck’s are.]
Your abode suits you. And as promised I did bring dinner, though you’ll have to supply any drinks.
[He’s not above teasing her back as he nimbly climbs inside and helps shut the window behind him.]
Nah, I’m fine. A little sooty from an explosion but nothing a shower later can’t fix.
[He looks around the space, it’s definitely nicer than many tenement buildings in the Barrel, though the ones that Kaz runs are decent. The University district tends to run higher end than the Barrel, though not as fancy as the Geldstraat where mansions like Van Eck’s are.]
Your abode suits you. And as promised I did bring dinner, though you’ll have to supply any drinks.
It's a pretty nice door; good, solid wood.
[The teasing is nice. Stella rather likes his humour.]
I think you'll like my shower, it's overkill in terms of comfort.
[She has one of those showers with sprays in every direction. It is heaven after a long day.]
Thank you. I can also provide plates. Though I didn't have the time to get whiskey between texting and you arriving. Do you drink wine ever?
[The teasing is nice. Stella rather likes his humour.]
I think you'll like my shower, it's overkill in terms of comfort.
[She has one of those showers with sprays in every direction. It is heaven after a long day.]
Thank you. I can also provide plates. Though I didn't have the time to get whiskey between texting and you arriving. Do you drink wine ever?
Good, solid wood does make it sound efficient. I do appreciate something that serves its purpose. Did you know I used a door as a desk for many years? Worked just fine.
[Kaz’s original office desk had been a door placed on top of two crates. It had only been when he’d taken over the gang from Haskell rather than working under the man that Kaz had upgraded to use Haskell’s old desk.]
Sounds like a dream. I hid out at a fancy hotel once. It made me really want to upgrade the Slat’s plumbing once I could afford it. It was a big day when I finally got us water that went hot and cold when it should.
[He sets the bag of food on her coffee table and starts to unpack the boxes.]
I drink wine, sure. I don’t know a fine vintage from what’s made in a bathtub, but I’ll drink it.
[He’s not above making jokes at his own expense, and it’s true that Kaz never had the chance to develop a refined palate.]
[Kaz’s original office desk had been a door placed on top of two crates. It had only been when he’d taken over the gang from Haskell rather than working under the man that Kaz had upgraded to use Haskell’s old desk.]
Sounds like a dream. I hid out at a fancy hotel once. It made me really want to upgrade the Slat’s plumbing once I could afford it. It was a big day when I finally got us water that went hot and cold when it should.
[He sets the bag of food on her coffee table and starts to unpack the boxes.]
I drink wine, sure. I don’t know a fine vintage from what’s made in a bathtub, but I’ll drink it.
[He’s not above making jokes at his own expense, and it’s true that Kaz never had the chance to develop a refined palate.]
[OOC: Continued from here.]
If you're going to make us ice sleighs I'd like to know in advance so I can have spare pants that are dry.
Exactly what I had in mind with it.
Ketterdam must drive you crazy, then. I burn too easily to enjoy the sun.
If you're going to make us ice sleighs I'd like to know in advance so I can have spare pants that are dry.
Exactly what I had in mind with it.
Ketterdam must drive you crazy, then. I burn too easily to enjoy the sun.
Well... they're not made from ice. But there's absolutely gonna be a couple sleighs. I know some people that can not only get me them, but also supply the animals needed without asking questions.
Excellent.
A little bit, but I manage.
Excellent.
A little bit, but I manage.
It's always good to have unquestioning contacts. And animals can often be trusted more in the field than untested human crew.
[Plus Kaz just enjoys animals, and if possible will likely make friends with whatever pulls the sleighs.]
[Plus Kaz just enjoys animals, and if possible will likely make friends with whatever pulls the sleighs.]
Much better coordinated as well, they follow directions without question too. Plus we'll need them to actually drag us along.
They're native too, so it'll be easy work.
They're native too, so it'll be easy work.
I trust you to handle it. You've yet to not promise and deliver.
[OOC: Continued from here.]
I wouldn't. I'd figure out who Kaz Brekker is, how to be him, without it.
[A truly daunting, terrifying undertaking. Not something that could happen overnight, if he could even ever heal enough for it at all. Could he be the monster he needs to be, if he's also a man living on his own terms like that? He doesn't have those answers.
It's easier to just focus right now on her teasing him about being grumpy. He gives her an exasperated look in response to her mimicry.]
I'm not broody. I'm just thinking.
[That's his defense, as he daringly reaches out to tickle her side for a moment.]
I wouldn't. I'd figure out who Kaz Brekker is, how to be him, without it.
[A truly daunting, terrifying undertaking. Not something that could happen overnight, if he could even ever heal enough for it at all. Could he be the monster he needs to be, if he's also a man living on his own terms like that? He doesn't have those answers.
It's easier to just focus right now on her teasing him about being grumpy. He gives her an exasperated look in response to her mimicry.]
I'm not broody. I'm just thinking.
[That's his defense, as he daringly reaches out to tickle her side for a moment.]
[Something about that feels so nice to be a part of. She wouldn't expect it to be easy for him, but he has enough of a reputation that disproving one rumor won't suddenly make people think he's nice.]
Nope, brooding.
[She squeals and wiggles at the tickles.]
Nope, brooding.
[She squeals and wiggles at the tickles.]
Deep contemplative plotting.
[He smirks at her squeal, bringing his wine glass up to take a sip and giving her innocent eyes over the lip of it.]
Stella, you almost made me spill my wine. Tsk.
[He smirks at her squeal, bringing his wine glass up to take a sip and giving her innocent eyes over the lip of it.]
Stella, you almost made me spill my wine. Tsk.
Would have been entirely your own fault.
[She gives him a little look and laughs.]
Are you ticklish? Do you even know?
[She gives him a little look and laughs.]
Are you ticklish? Do you even know?
Me, at fault for anything a day in my life?
[He knows that took, and to keep her tickling hands busy, he offers her the wine back.]
I don't know, and I'm good not finding out right now. I'd rather you splash wine on me instead if you want to retaliate.
[He knows that took, and to keep her tickling hands busy, he offers her the wine back.]
I don't know, and I'm good not finding out right now. I'd rather you splash wine on me instead if you want to retaliate.
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