driftfleet | SHUFFLE/WAY-STATION/ILLNESS/WHATEVER MINGLE POST

Who: You! Me! Him! Her! Them! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On your respective ships, or the Waystations!
When: After the shuffle over the next couple days! Whenever man!

[It's been nearly a week since the fleet's said their goodbyes to the planet full of skull face folks, and another Shuffle has come and gone. Despite what was mentioned on the last week's Shuffle about cannibalism, it doesn't seem like any crews has resorted to that, so maybe some of you have begun to relax.]

[Or maybe not. In fact, maybe you should do a crew headcount just in case1.]

[By now, some of you who handled any red stones from the planet natives may be feeling under the weather or even downright shitty. But hey! What's that to stop you from visiting the way-stations? These way-stations may be in the same crappy condition as the last way-stations - but at least they're people on these ones! Really...shady looking people! But that's not about to stop you from making friends right2?]

[Essentially, this is a game wide mingle post for this week's shuffle, November's way-stations anyone getting ill, or anything else you want to do but too lazy to make a post about! Please feel free to tag in and tag around! Just make sure to put your characters' location and communication methods (action/network) in the header and/or in the prompts!]

1. - This recommendation goes double for the SS Blue Fish.
2. - Warning: Attempts to make friends with extremely shady characters on the Way-Stations may result in heartwarming musical numbers, or much, much more likely - being kidnapped. Please use your own discretion.

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I asked you a question.

[ Not answering his either, though. ]

I found it buried in a dead man.

[so matter-of-factly]

Now answer mine.

It looks to me like it's yours.

[ Wow, she's weirdly unhappy about him having this random knife he found in a dead guy! Huh. ]

[he is totally unfazed.]

I does look that way, doesn't it?

But that's not really an answer to the question.

It isn't? You asked if it's mine, that was all.

You haven't said yes or no.

[he gestures the blade in her direction, like a pointing finger]

And for clarification, I'm asking if it was ever yours, regardless of it presently being in my possession.

Edited 2014-11-08 21:53 (UTC)

[ Does this somehow REALLY ANNOYED SILENCE tip you off? ]

[he brings the knife close to himself again, going back to flipping it around between his fingers. and, despite how crappy he's feeling, he smiles a thin snake-smile.]

I like you.

So, I'm going to tell you a secret, alright?

[ Somehow, the phrase "I like you" does little to sway her over to his side. ]

Are you.

[it rarely does.]

My job is bringing death to living things. It's the entire reason I was created. It's what I'm made out of.

So, there is no reason at all that you shouldn't tell me the truth.

[he flips the knife around in his hand, holding the blade and offering the hilt out to her.]

I'm sure he deserved it.

[ She hesitates a moment, not sure if she even wants it back-- she isn't like him, because when she's herself, she wouldn't have done anything like that.

But then, at the same time, she knows that someone like that wouldn't be missed. It could have been any of the decent people in the fleet, just as easily as it was her, that he'd set his sights on. ]

It sounds to me like you already know what happened.

[ She'll cross the room, then, and go to grab it from his hand. Doesn't even care that he's still holding the blade. ]

[he pinches the flat of the blade tight when she goes to take it, hanging onto it just a second longer than she'd probably like]

Is there a reason that you don't like me, Emblica?

I'm a good friend to have, sometimes.

I don't trust you at all.

[ She's certainly not holding anything back from him when it comes to this topic. ]

And I doubt you can give me anything I need.

[he likes the honesty, at least. he considers it some sort of step.]

What makes you so sure that I can't?

Give me an example.

You said you kill things. Have you killed a god before?

[well... the amusement fades from his face, and he actually looks quite serious. for several reasons.]

There's only one way to kill a true god.

Demigods gods are another story, however. ...Why do you ask?

Why I'm asking shouldn't matter.

[ God, she is so annoying. ]

This is how conversations work, Emblica.

[yes. she is.]

[ She just wanted to eat enough weird protein crap to not be starving and then pass out for a few hours and he is getting in the way of that. ]

Only a god can kill another god. If you're still able to do that, then you might be good for something.

[a short laugh. it's practically a scoff.]

I hate to break it to you, but mortals are the ones who kill gods.

And it really is a pity that you're so quick to underestimate me so badly.

[ She has the distinct feeling that she's fucked up, which is enough to ground her, at least for now. ]

Not where I come from. And that's what this concerns.

[there is a lingering bit of coldness in his voice now, so maybe she has]

What kind of god is it? Who worships it? What does it govern?

[ Yeah, well fuck you too. ]

It's a god that governs the land above it. They don't so much worship it as they acknowledge it and listen to it.

[they're such good friends]

Gods need followers. It's where they get their power.

No followers, no god.

These don't.

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