Hark! A Mingle!

[theboogieman]

Who: The Golden Crew!
Broadcast: Probably not.
Action: Yes that.
When: Sometime while everyone's still on the toxic moon?

[hey, crew! how's life aboard the good ol' Golden? why does the corner of the ceiling dip down like that? has it always been that way? oh, whatever. what's everyone on this fine crew up to?]

Comments

[theboogieman]

[oh. well. okay.

it says a lot about his last couple of weeks that he barely moves at the sudden gust of wind. he tenses, yes, squinting against the sudden wind. his hand's wandered towards where his knife should be (but isn't--Marsiva took it from him), but he remains standing, gripping the edge of the doorway and gazing doggedly forward.

a couple of seconds pass before he glances to the side, and then turns his head to look inside the room further. ...he sure isn't acting like he can see him.

doesn't feel like anything dangerous, but he knows something is in here...]

[sylphystia]

[Well, there's no use hiding a seraph's presence when they're shipmates. If he initiates physical contact, this guy could get freaked out and mean fast. So maybe-- maybe not. He doesn't want to start a fight. He's okay with one, but their captain probably isn't.

He reaches into his jacket and pulls out his communicator. There's a small delay, then his voice comes through.]

Hey, new kid. I'm talking through this thing since humans can't usually see or hear seraphim.

I'm Dezel and this is my room. If you want to get chummy with someone, Sora's across the hall.

[theboogieman]

[he's just about to take another step into the room when his communicator bips to life... which gets him to at least step back into the hall to look at it, expecting some incoming transmission.

...but it's some guy talking. about. the room.

now he's squinting at his communicator. forgive him. he's dense.]

... No.

[...and bad at communicating. he looks back up at the open door of the room, not that it really helps anything.]

[sylphystia]

[... No? What the hell does that mean? Dezel just... stares... for a moment.]

Stay out.

[He slams the door shut in Zhas' face, hoping he gets the message.]

[theboogieman]

[Zhas may get the message, but will he follow it? of course not.

he kicks the door. like a giant twelve-year-old.]

[sylphystia]

[SO THAT'S HOW IT'S GONNA BE.

Dezel opens the door again. And this time, he does reach out to invisibly shove Zhas backwards a step.]

[theboogieman]

[WHOA DUDE THAT IS NOT OKAY.

he may not be able to see this motherfucker but that's not going to stop him from immediately trying to throw a punch at whatever it is that just shoved him.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel barely has to move to dodge it. It's unfair that a blind man fights so well. Totally fucking unfair.

He also realizes it'd be unfair to retaliate when he started this, but he really just wants to be left alone and this kid doesn't listen well. So the next thing he does is pull his pendulums out of nowhere and send them toward Zhas' feet, trying to tangle his legs up and make him fall.]

[theboogieman]

[his listening comprehension is remarkably low. it's for the best; Zhas steps back only to find that his legs don't go where they want, and he takes an ungraceful tumble back into the wall and halfway to the floor.

not that it keeps him down for long; he's already growling and trying to figure out what's tripped him up.]

[sylphystia]

[They're basically little throwing knives attached to wire. He made them on a space station a couple months ago because why not. Better than rocks on strings? Anyway, he feels he's taught Zhas enough of a lesson that he can retreat back into his room and-- you guessed it-- slam the door shut.

There is one phrase that comes over the communicator, though.]

Better luck next time, punk.

[theboogieman]

Fuck off.

[is his immediate and eloquently growled reply. but... having to untwist these things from his legs, and being on the floor, and fighting an invisible wind guy? finally starts counting up as a little too much to pick a fight over.

so... you've won for now, stupid door ghost.]