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Who: Bloodsport Crew!
Broadcast: if applicable!
Action: yes, that!
When: during the medieval-funtime world!

[aaaaay bloodsport how u doin'. how's life around the ship? what have you already dragged back from ye olde renaissance world? what trips are you planning? what's broken and why isn't it fixed yet? who's flying this thing?

mingle, talk to your newer crewmates, go nuts.]

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[Yeah, that is really not okay. In fact it is the least 'okay' thing ever. ]

There were...uh death gods involved. I did a couple of trails for them, and they granted my life back to me.

...It's a little more complicated than that, but that's the basics. I just...ended up here, instead of where I was heading.

[He points in a general upwards direction. ] Back to the Land of the Living.

[she crosses her arm and frowns a bit, concentrating on every word that he's saying. It's a lot to parse through, a lot of crazy ideas and a huge adventure that can't be accurately summed up in a few statements. At the end she finally says]

I mean-- I'm glad that you're okay, but dying is...

[she looks down at her lap, eyes dark, before looking back at him... A bit more sure and confident in what she's saying]

It hurts. And if you're hurting and pretending that the pain isn't there, that's a bad idea.

[It's the worst idea, but actually opening up is terrible for Manolo, too. He knows María and Joaquín aren't here, but they could arrive one day, and the last thing he needs is for them to know how much he's been through. They'd blame themselves, and that's something he can't let happen. ]

I'm not pretending, I promise. I just...have my own way of dealing with it. [Namely trying to make sure no one else gets harmed in the wake of his own disaster. ] I will tell you, if I ever feel the need for someone, how is that?

[hm... she nods] Okay. If you're telling me that, I'll believe you.

[aka, don't lie... bro... She really genuinely likes him. She continues to stare at him before adding]

You remind me of someone I knew in my world. A really... genuinely nice person. Don't be like him and try to carry everything on your own.

[He only lies to protect you all, he promises. ]

I will do my best.

[she nods again. And balls up her fist as if she's going to like... lightly punch his shoulder? But she stops. Emotionally obtuse as she is, even she realizes that she's projecting on him a lot. So instead she un-clenches her hand and puts her hands behind her head]

Sorry for totally killing the mood.

[Wow, he seriously thought she was gonna punch him for a second, there. When she unclenches, he relaxes, offering a smile. ]

You didn't, I appreciate having someone concerned over me.

[she smiles crookedly in response. She doesn't quite know what to say next so she stretches and then stands up]

I should probably get back to work. [aka, her weird mad science] But thanks for talking. I'm glad you're on this ship.

Thank you for the warm welcome, senorita. I'll talk to you another time.

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