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Who: Zhas & You!!
Broadcast: None (probably)
Action: Planetside OR Red Fish
When: Forward dated to the 31st, late at night

► PLANET-SIDE

[back home, Zhas had a long-standing tradition of not working on Halloween. he gets totally into it. he puts on his best "normal person" costume and goes out and parties and drinks and talks to the locals like he actually belongs there. it's the one day a year he doesn't obsessively hunt down monsters or worry about his slowly-decaying family.

he may be lightyears away from home, on a planet with no vampires or any proper Halloween festivities, but like hell he's going to let that get in the way of his traditional day off. he can be found hanging around town, dressed in a nondescript black shirt, not covered in weapons, and not wearing any facepaint. he might be kind of hard to recognize--though his eyes are still glowing an unsettling, jack-o-lantern orange under the dim, clouded night sky.

oh, and there's blood on his face. his nose was bleeding, or something. he apparently hasn't noticed. actually, to be completely honest, he's kind of having trouble noticing that he's going to run into things until he nearly stumbles over them. once or twice he has to like, hold his hands out to navigate around a lamp-post. dude's pretty drunk.]

► RED FISH

[...unless you're on the Red Fish. he's cleaned up his face, but he's sort of tipsily putting ingredients together in the kitchen and messing around with the microwave? seriously, he accidentally brushed flour off on his shirt, like, what is he even doing. this is probably how fires start.]

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[Oh man, this is already fascinating. A little side note before she dives into it deeper:]

Is there something I should call you, champ?

[he kind of likes being called 'champ'. it's very encouraging. and he's surprised she hasn't already figured out his name, forgetting that not everyone keeps as close a watch over their crew as he does.]

Zhas.

[She could have gone digging more... but it seems nice to ask. She gives him a friendly thump on the shoulder.]

Zhas? Cute.

Anyway, you have no idea how glad I am to hear someone else using the word "science" around here. Magic sounds very nice, but I personally don't hold much with that.

Cute.

[squint. that was probably meant to be a question, by the way he's looking at her.]

I suppose you'd prefer... fearsome.

[ughhh he slumps over against the bar.]

Mysterious...

[... see, this shit is cute. She presses her lips together and tries briefly not to laugh.]

Well... personally, I'd prefer a cordial working relationship with my crewmates. We can divest you of "cute" and I'd rather divest you of "mysterious" too.

I don't like that.

[he scrubs his fingers into his scalp. he'd really rather not give up his mysteriousness. maybe he can handle being called cute. he doesn't know. he's drunk. what does she want from him.]

[She pats him on the back... sympathetic to his plight but not really interested in backing down.]

What kind of groups did you work with before?

[oh, back to this hard question...]

Whatever's needed. [he shrugs...]

With a team or no?

Sometimes. I lead. [he crosses his arms and leans back, eyes sliding lazily over the crummy overhead lighting.] And my partner, I go out with him a lot. Used to.

Were you so mysterious to him?

[he shakes his head.] He's like me.

How so?

He sees the truth.

[he points to his own eyes, still glowing dim under the lights. he doesn't know that Hange can see them the way Clearsights normally can, but he doesn't need to.]

He knows what it's like. We don't need to ask questions.

Hmm. What is that about, anyway? Am I right to guess it's not some mutation everyone in your world has in common?

Hm... [though it's quiet and almost sounds like it should have ended with a question mark.] Seeing things...

[he picks up whatever drink is still near him and drains some more while he tries to remember the number. there was a statistic he calculated, once. the research done on vampires is an academic goldmine compared to the research done on Clearsights.]

One in a hundred thousand? Something...

[How interesting... it sounds like something she'll want to press him about later - but right now, she'd rather keep the conversation rolling than concentrate too much on any one thing, and there's something else she wants to talk to him about, besides. Besides the vampire thing.]

Well...! I suppose I don't have your unique advantage... [Whatever it is...] ... but it seems like forces have conspired to make us work together. So, I'd like to be able to count on your support. But also support you in turn.

[wooooooooow teamwork talk. watch as his interest slides right out the window. drunk as he is, though, at least he doesn't ignore her--he just gives her kind of a flat look and waits for her to go on.]

[Oh you tittybaby.]

Does that sound reasonable?

[OH. that was it. okay. he picks up his glass and just knocks the rest of it back until it's finished. he comes back down with a sigh.]

I'm still going to hit you if you're obnoxious.

I'll hit you back. [She shrugs.] Tell me more about your job...

[he smiles. so that was probably a good answer.]

Like what.

What kind of powers do your little creatures display?