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coil lenn,
zhas

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Who: Zhas & Others
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Also yes
When: Now

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[ RED FISH CREW | voice broadcast ]

[in the middle of nothing-in-particular, everyone hears the unmistakeable rock-tumbler voice of your resident skullface over their personal communicators.]

Bad news: assassins on the ship.

[a pause, silent...]

Good news: assassins on the ship. Coil, you have two minutes.

[ PUBLIC | text, a while later... ]

looking for someone to get some parts from Spirit for me small, complicated mechanical pieces. i'll pay for it.

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[oh gods above and below, this is suddenly the best day!!

it doesn't matter where Coil started out on the ship--he's rattling up into the air shafts two and a half seconds later regardless.

and whether or not anyone else on the ship heard Zhas' original message, they might have young necromancer suddenly dropping down from a vent in the ceiling near wherever they are, while he's hunting!]

[Syeira heard. And it's pretty typical, she thinks, that soon as she's feeling back to normal, something else crops up. At least she has the luxury of feeling well enough to deal with it.

She still only has her knife, which is annoying. She needs to con her way into Malum and buy some decent swords. But these are assassins, not dragons. She's got magic to give her an advantage against them. That and she looks short and generally harmless. Which she is only one of those in reality.

She's also stalking the uninvited guests when Coil drops from the ceiling. She doesn't say anything out loud, just waves at him and signs:Assassins? and points at him. Is he hunting too?]

also don't kill any of them.

[...]

two minutes is over

[goddamn it.]

handle cleanup.

Trade? I need swords.

i can do swords. you think you can manage looking for tiny parts? some of them have really specific size reqs.

[it's not that he thinks she's stupid or anything, he's just concerned he'd be sending a medieval person out to find the equivalent of hard drive components.]

[ To be fair, that's exactly what's on offer here so...]

I'm pretty good at finding proverbial needless in haystacks. And I have some resources I can tap.

[Arthur. She can ask Arthur. But she's not going to tell Zhas that. She knows those two are on rocky ground.]

[well, he can believe that first part, at least. she's bound to have better luck than he did, at the very least (what with the assassins and all).]

okay. i'll send specs. what kinds of swords?

One handed, short swords are best. Something with good balance. Light but strong. I'll cover the overages.

[Because she expects hers is going to be more expensive than his.]

they're for you?

[somehow, it had not occurred to him. he also doubts that hers will cost nearly as much as his--goes to show how much HE knows about good swords.]

Of course. I thought that was pretty clear from the whole "I need swords" part. ;p

[well, he thought it was for... a friend, or something...]

so you know how to use them?

Yes. I do. I'll show you, if you want.

sure. sounds cool.

found anybody yet? if not, I can get some parts for you.

not sure how well my friend'll be able to find these things. wouldn't mind a second hand.

What the hell happened?

Followed me over.

[heeeey, so his "says three words at a time" thing is still going strong.]

Are you serious?! Why didn't you throw them off your trail before they made it to the Red Fish?!

[Hey, Zhas, have an angry criminal.]

[if he had the capacity to laugh, he probably would have.]

I have faith. Not an issue.

Faith in...? Our ability to handle this? I don't like killing people, you know.

[He might be in the minority with this crew...]

Not yours.

[obviously. Coil and Sye, though, he's pretty sure they can handle themselves. and those two absurdly tall brothers. and the weird ninja lady that supposedly lives here.

he's still using that same monotone as always when he asks (?):]

Who said anything about killing.

[Wow rude.]

I assumed.

[You can't see it, but he's narrowing his eyes. He sounds suspicious, though.]

You don't want to kill them?

[somehow even more flat:] I don't kill humans.

[though a moment later, he does make a small, gruff little noise as it occurs to him that he should probably text... Coil... about that rule...]

Hm. [He sounds vaguely... impressed. Hm.]

Why do you specify 'humans?'

[Because for Arthur, it's humans and animals, nothing else.]

[well, it's better that he sounds impressed than... disappointed or cynical. he can get over petty arguments and stupid grudges, but someone who disagrees with his morals is in for a lifetime of problems.

so, a point in Arthur's favor. who'd have known. he's quiet for a minute, but only because he hates actually asking this question out loud to other people.]

Do you know what vampires are.

Edited 2016-09-18 04:26 (UTC)

[He pauses.] Well, I've heard of them in fiction. The consensus with my world seems to be a creature that drinks blood from humans, turns into a bat, can't be in the sunlight, killed with a stake...

Mm. They're not fiction.

[he should probably add, "where I'm from" in there somewhere, but he doesn't really believe that. he knows better than anyone that just because people don't think they're there doesn't mean that they don't exist.]

That is what I hunt. Not humans.

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action; open to anyone on the ship??

Murder buddies!!

text; like waaay too late

welp

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Text, later. After making a mess.

we are why this ship can't have nice things

If they want nice things, they can move to the Bishop

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I hope you're having a good time!! c:

ur so sweet. c:

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