the most red fish mingle that ever was

[blindoptimism]

Who: Crew of the Red Fish and visiting friends.
Broadcast: Possibly? Possibly not?
Action: Aboard the lovely Red Fish.
When: General late March/Early April catch all!

[This week the stalwart passengers on the SS Redfish loose one of their own! The dashing "tailor" is no where to be found, but in his place a mysterious bearded stranger has appeared? What could possibly happen??

Find out on today's episode of... DRIFT FLEET - RED FISH EDITION]

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[theboogieman]

[hearing her talk seems to take the edge off of his guard, but not by much. he still watches her, looking over her clothes, her face. he can feel the effects of her enchantments working on him, and he doesn't much like it.

he finally walks closer, but it's... absolutely so that he can smell the air. near her face. which is not typically a thing that humans do.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Ummm.... She doesn't back up, but she does lean her head back a little bit, because this is weird.]

I hope you're not thinking of eating me. I'm really against that, just so you know.

[theboogieman]

[he actually backs up a little, shaking his head. his face never changes much, but his irritated look is leaning more towards disgusted now.

ugh... but implying she's a prey animal and not the predator goes a long way. he finally decides to say something, in exactly the creepy, deep, gravelly monotone you would expect.]

What are you.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Every living thing can be prey. Big or small, weak or powerful, it's a simple fact. She's not ashamed of it.

His demand has her tilting her head, considering him. Whatever she sees makes her decide for straight honesty, without gentle preliminaries.]

I'm what's called a bhaalspawn; a child of a god of death, of murder.

[theboogieman]

[well, that sounds like something he should stab in the face.

but he's spent a lot of time getting used to odd people here, and her saying this head-on is much more assuring than her trying to dance around the subject, so he just crosses his arms and looks like he expects a little more explanation than that.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She gets that reaction a lot, about the stabbing in the face, though her face is devoid of stab marks.

She reads his stance and his expectant look and only sighs a little.]

A little over twenty years ago, Bhaal the god of Murder foresaw his own death. To circumvent that, he went to the mortal world and begat a score of mortal progeny. Their intended purpose was to be the fuel of his resurrection. When we die, our essence joins with his, and once we are all gone, he shall be revived. That's the prophesy anyway, in a nutshell.

[theboogieman]

[so he... shouldn't stab her in the face... it's not that he finds it hard to believe, after everything he's seen around here. it's just that he finds it hard to put it anywhere on his moral spectrum, or his belief of how the world works.

so his eyes narrow while he thinks. beings formed of death only bring more death, but what of a creature who's flesh and blood and living?]

What do you do.

[that'll have to settle it. nevermind that the question is... vague, and didn't sound much like a question with his lack of tone.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Sadly, he isn't wrong. Death surrounds her, proceeds and follows in her wake. She may not like it, but she can't deny it.]

I try to help people.

[It's clear, certain, sincere. Because that's what she does. She tries to help.]

[theboogieman]

[oh... okay.

he punches her in the arm.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She was not expecting that. At all. And getting punched in a chain shirt hurts ok. When he hits her arm, there's a pretty, almost serene, but random chiming sound.]

Ow! Hey! The hell was that for?

[She instinctively holds her arm with the opposite hand over the spot he punched, and now she takes a step back. Because if he's going to beat on her, she's going to need room to fight back.]

[theboogieman]

[he... doesn't seem to be in a fighting stance. in fact, he drops his arm, reaches for one of the long rifles hanging on the wall, and turns to... leave?

there might be a smirk on his face, but it's hard to tell under all the makeup.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Oh so that's how it's going to be, huh? She's highly tempted to do something back, like use a Sound Burst on him or Charm. But no. She's better than that.

Instead, she crosses her arms, to avoid the temptation to strike back.]

Tell me your name.

[Oops all the courteous questions seem to be gone.]

[theboogieman]

[and that is very good of her. it keeps an actual conflict from starting. Zhas can't actually like someone until they're a little mad at him for something; it's much more comfortable that way.

he glances back over his shoulder on his way out:]

Zhas. Huntsman to the Red Queen, slayer of those who should return to their graves.

[yeah okay that's definitely a smirk under the face paint.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[He's laughing at her for something, that much is clear. She's not exactly sure what. But she's here for however long it takes to find the way out, and as far as she can tell, it's a small ship. She's spent time with ruder people and liked them just fine. So that's what she's decided. She's going to turn the other cheek, so to speak.]

Good to meet you, Zhas.

[For all anyone could tell, she means it, because she damn well intends to mean it.]

[theboogieman]

[all these people insist on being nice to him and he's never going to understand it--but at least she's proven she'll get mad when she should, and that she's not some dangerous thing ready to snap at a moment's notice.

so he nods in acknowledgement, whether or not it's good to meet her back, and continues walking off to do whatever it was he was going to do before he got distracted by his new crewmate.]