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Who: you
Broadcast: if you want
Action: also if you want
When: right. goddamn. now.

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[He considers, then shrugs]

Nah, probably not. I'm sure there's someone or something out here that's hogging all the resources and exploiting everyone else. Just like any other world.

Ah. Rude.

[he's done enough philosophizing about this kind of stuff lately to get bored of it fast, though, so he ends up leaning against a stand and crossing his arms.]

Hey, call me nosy, but you're on the same ship as Cecil, aren't you?

[That's alright, Kaneis didn't feel there was much to philosophize there anyway. People are greedy, news at 10]

[This however, gets him a slight eyebrow raise]

And if I am?

Ah, nothing particular. I just like to know where my friends are. [barely a pause.] And snoop when they aren't around. How do you find her?

How do I find her?

[He crosses his arms and gives a shrug]

Oh, I don't know. The demonic rituals are cumbersome and make a mess of the cargo bay, but I can't deny it's made our rat population completely dwindle.

[he laughs--the kind of laugh that leaps out when someone's startled into it.]

Is that how she keeps her hair so nice?

Yeah, but you didn't hear it from me. [He puts a finger to his lip like a shushing gesture]

I didn't? I wonder what she'd say if I tattled.

[he is kidding. of course. probably. mostly. actually he is leaning against the stand and thinking about telling her anyway just for kicks. ]

Who knows? But if I get killed again, I'll come back to just to haunt you.

[a sharp, sudden laugh--]

Ah, don't say that. I've already got too many ghosts following me around.

Really?

Well isn't that a poetic and unfortunate fate.

It does have a nice flow to it, doesn't it? I didn't even rehearse that one.

But now that you've brought it up, I have to ask about you getting killed.

Natural talent, then.

[He doesn't change his expression]

Yeah? What about it?

How'd you die...?

[he holds out the last syllable, teasing--almost like he's waiting for gossip. he's propped his face in his hand and everything. give him the details, Kaneis.]

Stomach injury in a fight.

[The answer is simple, non-reactive. As if Robin just asked him what he had for breakfast or something mundane]

Ow. Slow bleed?

[oh look someone else who's completely nonreactive about death. he knew he liked this guy for a reason.]

Mmhmm. Don't recommend it.

Sounds terrible. Glad to see you made it up and on your feet again... By whatever force.

[he is so tickled right now. this made his day.]

[There's a small shrug] Wasn't anything special. Just people with the tech-power who thought I'd be of use.

Couldn't tell you the specifics of how it worked.

That's fine. I wouldn't want to know.

[ah... he stretches up towards the ceiling...]

Interesting, but the specifics aren't my business.

[There's a slight eyebrow raise]

What is your business then?

Politics and bounty hunting.

[ha ha, he leans forward again.]

So, what's being dead like, anyway?

[He'll look back at Robin, meeting his gaze]

Are you saying you don't already know?

I am.

[...this may be turning into a casually-talking-about-dying gaze-off.]

[Yes as they stare deeply into each other's windows to their....terrible terrible souls. Sexy]

Then...afraid there's not much to say! I don't remember a whole lot.

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