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[carreau]

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action | waystation and ss red fish

[mortalcoil]

→ waystation
[Coil has been saving up his money for very important things, and the time has finally come.

he probably looks like a good crewmate, buying up an enormous amount of ostrich meat and other parts to hike home. luckily, the fact that the bits are not bound for the kitchen is a secret.

his money fortunately buys him an entire ostrich leg (foot and all), bones, bits of hide and feathers, and several pounds of organ meat. he's able to even pick up a few jars of ostrich-related condiments... which are totally going to get dumped out so he can use the jars as soon as he gets home.

unfortunately, however... the crappy plastic bag they've given him is not built to hold this much meaty cargo... and so of course it busts open right in the middle of the mall as he tries to lug it back.]


→ ss red fish
[by the time Coil makes it back to the ship, he is tired, angry, and dirtied with blood that is hopefully not his. his arms are precariously full of meat and junk, all wrapped in the remnants of a plastic bag.

this is all immediately trucked into the lab, where he begins to set the pieces up on the table. totally innocently. nothing weird is going to happen in here at all.]

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[mutualists]

[ Oh my gosh, that's all sorts of weird animal meat and parts and oh no weird god dog is going for it-- luckily, he doesn't eat it, or need to, but there certainly is some weird shadowy dog-looking thing nosing around at that dead tallbird stuff.

With his vessel in tow, of course.

Says the vessel: ]

Do you need any help picking it all up-- stop trying to steal it! I mean, it's probably hard to carry all at once, so.

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[mortalcoil]

[it probably isn't the smartest thing in the world, but Coil isn't particularly fond of living animals and is a little annoyed at the moment... so, he automatically aims a short kick or shove with his knee as soon as he sees a canine coming for his stuff. scram, beast.

and he shakes his head in answer, but doesn't answer verbally or even really look at the speaker--immediately trying to stoop down and pick up meat pieces before the dog gets it--so it might get lost.]

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[mutualists]

[ The dog kind of...shifts with the kick, it's like trying to kick Jello. It's there, then it's still kind of there, and then it's there again. ]

Um-- please don't do that, he didn't mean any harm...

[ At those words, the dog actually does stop, rearing back. It sort of melts into Cyril's shadow, and then pops up again behind his vessel. ]

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[mortalcoil]

[...oh.

well.

that stops him pretty quick. he slows in his attempts to gather up meat pieces, and watches with a thinly-veiled sort of dark curiosity.

he gives the guy a questioning look, lifting his brows, and points at the dog--silently asking some question]

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[mutualists]

[ He relaxes a bit when Koli is behind him, and not getting kicked. A bit uneasy, still, but he's capable of conversation, so. Whatever. ]

He's, um-- he's just kind of curious, I think.

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[mortalcoil]

[after at least gathering up the packet of organ meat and stuffing it into the remnants of the plastic bag, he points at the dog again and draws the shape of a question mark in the air.]

action | waystation

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[you know, he was going to make a comment about the various birdbits that've spilled out, some of which has managed to get rather uncomfortably close to his shoes, but a couple steps back reveals that this weird little person has one eye and a scarred up face and that reminds him an awful lot of--]

Wait a minute...

[anything he was going to say or do? out the window. replaced with confusion, slowly edging into surprise.]

action | waystation

[mortalcoil]

[Coil's on his knees fast, trying to collect everything together before it gets too ruined, but he at least spares a glance up at the guy hovering when he doesn't keep walking like Coil would like him to.


--and then he's straightening up with a start, staring in baldfaced shock at Robin.

reality has very suddenly stopped making sense.]

action | waystation

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[how many one-eyed, hobo-looking kids has he known well enough to recognize? he remembers that hair, the mouth scars. but he hasn't seen him since--]

...Coil? What are you doing here?

[mortalcoil]

[if one judged simply by his expression alone, he almost seems upset to see Robin there. he points at himself, then points at Robin incredulously.

what is he doing here??]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I've been here for ages! Since this started--I haven't seen you since Accord...

[and that was... a year ago, wasn't it? but he looks exactly the same...]

[mortalcoil]

[the gesture that follows is pretty aimless, but full of feeling. he's just... this is somehow too much.

he just throws his arms into the air, encompassing Robin, their surroundings, and this whole stupid world he's found himself in now. what the fuck.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ugh. [he rolls his eyes. he's mad too. in fact, he also crosses his arms.] Hurry up and pick up your organs.

[mortalcoil]

[he's always quiet, but he withdraws into his own head as he stoops down to start gathering up his gory treasures.

Robin used to know the signs. wheels cranking away in there, full of angst and tension that grows the longer he's left alone with it.

silent and stressed, struggling to get his shit together.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it feels like it's been so long, but the details are already coming back to him. he's not usually so cross with him, but this whole thing is unexpected. he taps his foot.]

Come on, come on. Are you going to your ship?

[payback]

Arrgh!

[She was just passing by. Now she leaps away in disgust as meaty bits fall in every direction.]

Oh, disgusting!

[mortalcoil]

[the bones that clatter over the ground near her feet look almost like human finger-bones, really, but the jar of some kind of ostrich condiment that goes rolling over with them looks harmless enough. and the one-eyed kid makes a voiceless noise of disgust in the back of his mouth as he crouches down to try and gather up all the piece before they pick up too much debris from the floor.

if he's intending on using this as dinner, it's really no longer sanitary...]

[payback]

[She taps - not a hard kick - the jar with her foot, rolling it back in his direction. Disgust is still all over her face too.]

Ugh - I hope you're not eating that! Blech!

[mortalcoil]

[at least he's quick to shake his head at that suggestion. no. gross.

he does have a whole leg though, which he is now trying to figure out how to fold up and wrap with the remnants of plastic bag. he also catches the jar and adds that to the mess. ugh and he's got to try and get the bones in there too...]

[payback]

[The nice person thing to do would be to help him, but that would require touching all this sticky raw meat. Gross. Gross. But she can't quite bring herself to just ditch him either so she just stands there awkwardly in the end, staring at him and then away at the other people moving around them, without saying anything.]

[mortalcoil]

[in the midst of his effort to try and wrap the unwieldy bits in a large shred of plastic, he finally looks up at her again.

and seeing her do nothing but stare, he puts a free hand up in an exaggerated shrug. it could equally be either a motion of 'what?' or 'what are you waiting for?']

[payback]

[She stares at him for another second and then hisses through her teeth. Tsst.]

You should make them give you something sturdier next time.

[She knees down and wincingly pushes some of the bits back in his direction. Ugh, nasty. She should've just left and let him deal with it. Stupid boy. She'll vanish back into the crowds after this and go wash up. Ugh.]

[mortalcoil]

[again he makes a big, annoyed, wordless gesture with his hand. he looks like he has a mouthful to say about it, but remains silent.

the worst of the mess is the packet of organmeat. the wax paper or whatever it is that the butcher had wrapped it in lost some of its integrity when it hit the ground. so... it is now leaking, and Coil is looking almost as disgusted as she does while he tries to figure out what to do with it]

[payback]

[What a wretched, nasty mess. The bag is full of other meat, no? So it can't be wrapped up in anything.

Rin makes as if to place her hands on her knees and then thinks better of it, hovering them in the air instead. Don't touch. Anything. He might be on his own for those organs.]

Euuugh...