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noreasonneeded) wrote2024-12-23 06:23 am
noreasonneeded) wrote2024-12-23 06:23 am
IC/Overflow Post Part III
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Did you want the other one for the memories?
Did you want the other one for the memories?
[ Fingers twisted a strand of hair, colors rippling through it like spilled oil as the question lingered in the air. ] A bad one that was still enjoyable? [ The words came out slow, like tasting a strange fruit. A grin followed, wide and sharp. ] There was a time...a long time ago, maybe. Someone thought they’d trapped a monster in a cage. Except the monster wasn’t what they thought, and the cage wasn’t locked. Chaos spilled out. People screamed. It was horrible—for them. But it made me laugh. [ The laugh came again, light and chiming, but with something jagged underneath. ] It wasn’t the bad that I enjoyed. It was a reminder. Even the strongest cages are just pretend if you’re clever enough.
[ The mug on the desk was nudged slightly, just enough to let the coffee inside ripple. Eyes flicked back to his, mismatched and unblinking, when the mention of travel came up. ] The rest of the world. [ The response came with a low hum, ] just more mirrors showing the same picture. New faces, new colors, but the same old games. You’re not one to travel just for the view, though. You’ve got plans. Always plans. [ Fingers tapped out a strange rhythm on the desk, not quite matching the sound of rain outside. ] But what are you looking for out there? Is it something you lost? Something you’ve never had? [ The tilt of the head came slowly, as if considering the weight of the next words. ] What will you do when you find it? Keep moving? Or stop?
[ The mug on the desk was nudged slightly, just enough to let the coffee inside ripple. Eyes flicked back to his, mismatched and unblinking, when the mention of travel came up. ] The rest of the world. [ The response came with a low hum, ] just more mirrors showing the same picture. New faces, new colors, but the same old games. You’re not one to travel just for the view, though. You’ve got plans. Always plans. [ Fingers tapped out a strange rhythm on the desk, not quite matching the sound of rain outside. ] But what are you looking for out there? Is it something you lost? Something you’ve never had? [ The tilt of the head came slowly, as if considering the weight of the next words. ] What will you do when you find it? Keep moving? Or stop?
[He doesn't look horrified at her story. How many caged animals has he helped free, then place a dagger in their hands and told them they were dangerous? No, it sounds like those poachers and patrons got what they deserved in Kaz Brekker's book.] It was a balancing of books. A reminder more should have that they aren't invulnerable. [A beat.] I would have appreciated a moment like that, too. [Though probably not laughed. He hasn't truly laughed since he was born. Reborn. Was there a difference?
His eyes aren't mismatched. His hair isn't varied colors, or in disarray. It's all slicked back and neat. Deep browns and blacks. Earthy colors. He's positively normal and boring, easy to look past. He might pass as a crack in the roads, if not for his intellect and drive. If not for crawling out of hell at another's cost. It's fine. He's found himself a crew that are prettier than he is. That are more agile, that have greater aim. That have powers he doesn't. What does he bring, then? A roof. A full pantry. A promise of purpose, and an absolute unyielding fury to get things done.
And then they move on.
And he takes in the next round of hungry people. Puts daggers in their hands. Vengeance in their hearts. He trains and he profits. He gives them a home, if they ever need it even after they leave. Nobody is ever homeless, once they're part of his crew. Is that what's he's looking for?
Or has he simply not known how to stop moving forward, once Rollins is in jail?
Dark pools of water, far deeper than the harbor's, meet hers.]
Why would I stop?
Some things that are lost you can't get back. [Jordie.] Not moving forward despite that though feels like losing more, rather than taking back what's earned.
His eyes aren't mismatched. His hair isn't varied colors, or in disarray. It's all slicked back and neat. Deep browns and blacks. Earthy colors. He's positively normal and boring, easy to look past. He might pass as a crack in the roads, if not for his intellect and drive. If not for crawling out of hell at another's cost. It's fine. He's found himself a crew that are prettier than he is. That are more agile, that have greater aim. That have powers he doesn't. What does he bring, then? A roof. A full pantry. A promise of purpose, and an absolute unyielding fury to get things done.
And then they move on.
And he takes in the next round of hungry people. Puts daggers in their hands. Vengeance in their hearts. He trains and he profits. He gives them a home, if they ever need it even after they leave. Nobody is ever homeless, once they're part of his crew. Is that what's he's looking for?
Or has he simply not known how to stop moving forward, once Rollins is in jail?
Dark pools of water, far deeper than the harbor's, meet hers.]
Why would I stop?
Some things that are lost you can't get back. [Jordie.] Not moving forward despite that though feels like losing more, rather than taking back what's earned.
Let's not encourage her to keep knocking things off my bookshelf for practice.
That is A Choice on how to spend one's time and energy, then.
Has anyone ever drawn your face? Be it a wanted poster or for more nostalgic reasons.
Not that I need a drawn or digital version to remember you.
Not that I need a drawn or digital version to remember you.
[OOC: Continued from here.]
... I could withstand some poison.
I wouldn't surprise you by poisoning you, no. And there is something going on with Lantsov. It's not a mafia tie, though. I imagine we'll learn more when we get to Ravka.
... I could withstand some poison.
I wouldn't surprise you by poisoning you, no. And there is something going on with Lantsov. It's not a mafia tie, though. I imagine we'll learn more when we get to Ravka.
It's moments like this that make me think I shouldn't tell you when I swallow bombs for safekeeping.
Mmm. Well, worst that happens is we steal his plane for good. Can't regret stealing if he's evil, right?
Mmm. Well, worst that happens is we steal his plane for good. Can't regret stealing if he's evil, right?
I've already done it.
I could get over it. I doubt he's evil, anyway. It's a useful skill and he needed my assistance enough to ensure I got it accomplished, along with the access to the plane in general.
I could get over it. I doubt he's evil, anyway. It's a useful skill and he needed my assistance enough to ensure I got it accomplished, along with the access to the plane in general.
Is this the showing of an asphyxiation fixation you've kept from me until now?
He's somewhat useful in a fight.
Lantsov's plane is under a privateer alias. Your mother's would raise more questions depending on how it was used. It's good to have a modern day pirate ship at our disposal for actions we don't want tied to your family name.
He's somewhat useful in a fight.
Lantsov's plane is under a privateer alias. Your mother's would raise more questions depending on how it was used. It's good to have a modern day pirate ship at our disposal for actions we don't want tied to your family name.
Iron stomach, Bishop. I'm always fine.
I agree it's odd. It's worth us figuring out. I don't think he's evil though, Kate. He's incredibly annoying and not nearly as intelligent as he likes to think, but I don't think whatever demon he's dealing with is what we destroy.
Why? What did you think was the reason I asked for it?
I agree it's odd. It's worth us figuring out. I don't think he's evil though, Kate. He's incredibly annoying and not nearly as intelligent as he likes to think, but I don't think whatever demon he's dealing with is what we destroy.
Why? What did you think was the reason I asked for it?
Fine until someone kicks you in the gut.
Well, on his behalf, at least the only proof we've got is the dog not trusting him.
But it's worth keeping it in mind.
It might not even be him being evil, but what if he needs help he is not asking for?
I don't know, for a moment I thought that maybe it was something more persoal?
But now that you said about how it would be more useful to have a pirate one, I feel so stupid because it was so obvious.
Well, on his behalf, at least the only proof we've got is the dog not trusting him.
But it's worth keeping it in mind.
It might not even be him being evil, but what if he needs help he is not asking for?
I don't know, for a moment I thought that maybe it was something more persoal?
But now that you said about how it would be more useful to have a pirate one, I feel so stupid because it was so obvious.
My cane has a long reach.
No, it was definitely worth noting. Especially since whatever he's not telling could muck up our job. So. We should find it out or make him tell us. You know I don't let anything come between me and my paycheck. You can be the hero and do it because you care about his feelings.
Your plane is good for other trips. Plenty of leg space.
No, it was definitely worth noting. Especially since whatever he's not telling could muck up our job. So. We should find it out or make him tell us. You know I don't let anything come between me and my paycheck. You can be the hero and do it because you care about his feelings.
Your plane is good for other trips. Plenty of leg space.
Some people don't plan, they just encourage chaos.
I remember a couple times, yeah. With varying levels of accuracy. Less 'wanted poster' and more 'caricature.'
Yeah, because you should totally focus on fighting with your cane while there's a bomb in your gut, Kaz.
As someone in his position, it wouldn't be too shocking if he kept a couple of secrets.
Ok, so dig the dirt and I'll challenge him to another competition. Maybe drinks his sorrows once he loses again and bring it up.
I would feel so much more safer if he came out clean himself.
The bedroom is a total perk.
As someone in his position, it wouldn't be too shocking if he kept a couple of secrets.
Ok, so dig the dirt and I'll challenge him to another competition. Maybe drinks his sorrows once he loses again and bring it up.
I would feel so much more safer if he came out clean himself.
The bedroom is a total perk.
It was fine. I kept regurgitating it and my lockpicks so it didn’t digest. Everything got past security.
Coming clean is a lot easier for some people than it is for others.
It did feel a little bizarre riding in it the first time.
Coming clean is a lot easier for some people than it is for others.
It did feel a little bizarre riding in it the first time.
I knew you’d come around to see logic.
I think it’s common enough to be likely. Not everyone is an open book, Kate.
I’d only ever flown coach before that. And I’d only ever flown two times in my life before that, period.
I think it’s common enough to be likely. Not everyone is an open book, Kate.
I’d only ever flown coach before that. And I’d only ever flown two times in my life before that, period.
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