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driftfleet2016-08-02 10:49 pm
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One fish, two fish...
Who: Crew of the S.S. Bad At Feelings S.S. Red Fish and visitors!
Broadcast: Optional!
Action: All sorts!
When: Around the Drifting Week.
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[if the worlds really are watching, they must just be chomping at the bit to find out what's going on aboard this ship full of misfits and sad-sacks! with one crewmate reportedly dead, another recently missing, and now this thing about a hacking device planted in the communications system--what could possibly happen next?
stay tuned, audience!]
Broadcast: Optional!
Action: All sorts!
When: Around the Drifting Week.
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[if the worlds really are watching, they must just be chomping at the bit to find out what's going on aboard this ship full of misfits and sad-sacks! with one crewmate reportedly dead, another recently missing, and now this thing about a hacking device planted in the communications system--what could possibly happen next?
stay tuned, audience!]
b) is for boys being dumb
Zhas is in a bad mood before he gets there, but once he sees Arthur already punching the crap out of the bag he'd been looking forward to knocking around? kind of makes him think about using Arthur himself as a replacement.
instead, he glares, growls unfriendly-like, and walks along the wall to go set down his bag of stuff. he's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, but still wearing that weird, scary skull face-paint.]
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[Outloud.]
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he never says much, but this is a special occasion:] Get out.
[he drops his bag on the floor, watching Arthur back. he sounds cold and menacing by default, eyes glowing a dim orange in the low-light of the cargo hold.]
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[Arthur, his eyes are glowing why.]
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so instead of just leaving like any sane, level-headed person would do, he walks right up to Arthur. he has heavy boots and broad shoulders and doesn't stop until he's in his face and glawing down at him with those jack-o-lantern, fireglow eyes of his.]
Now.
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[He stands up, trying to muffle the surprise that he's actually pretty close to Zhas' height.] I honestly expected a few more words than that, though.
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so he shoves him, a quick warning push against his shoulder. not enough to send him stumbling backwards--but it sure isn't hard to imagine that Zhas could do a lot worse.]
I don't have anything to say to you.
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[He runs a hand through his hair with a growl.]
I'm fucking useless!
[So push him or blame him or do something.]
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to Zhas, this is exactly that. and with his little outburst, Arthur just lost.
so with a stony, unsettling calm, Zhas delivers a heartfelt punch right to his solar plexus.]
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He shakes his head, inhales sharply when he can, and heaves some weight in Zhas' direction, pushing him backwards. It's hard enough that he could knock Zhas off his feet, though not necessarily if Zhas plants his weight. He's not even sure why he's doing this except that he's angry and Zhas is a good target right now.]
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funny, he feels tons better already. Arthur's doing most of the work for him.]
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You want punishment...? Face the rest of your life.
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which is why it's so odd that he takes the punch rather than avoid it. it makes a satisfying sound, cracking into his jaw like that, even if he twists with it like he already saw it coming. even if it leaves smudges of black and white grease paint on Arthur's knuckles, shadows of where marks are now dug out on Zhas' face.
he still doesn't go down. maybe he was directing all of his focus into standing, or maybe he's just too good at grounding, too built like a mountain, to actually topple. he skids back just a little, but his footing stays solid and he once again tries to shove down on Arthur and send him stumbling in the other direction.]
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But, well, Arthur's thrown his entire body at him, so there's no really compensating for the attack when Zhas doesn't go down. He just barely manages to not fall on his rear again, stumbling backward.
He's livid as hell now, and he aims a punch in about the same place Zhas started in on him, though he's getting shakier.] Come on!
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plus, he knows he can't just grab this guy and break his neck. so his anger is finally starting to creep in, and yet another blow coming his way is frustrating. he dodges aside, just barely avoiding getting punched in the gut, growling again.]
Fuck off.
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