002 - Looks like a discoball and tastes like strawberries and dreams

[wolfuncaged]

Who: Fenris and you!
Broadcast: Video: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist.
When: Today. SPONSOR DROP for all characters who have started a romance aboard the Fleet



[Fenris had a very unsettled night, sleep wasn't the cards after his run in with Cole. Eventually, he does leave his armory to find breakfast. He goes by way of the cargo hold (just to check the horrible little wretch isn't lurking there) but instead finds a gift basket with his name on. Fenris can't read the rest of what's on it, but the gift basket is full of condoms, lubes and other sundries that only naked people will really have use for. Emblazoned on everything is Madame Gertrude's Pleasure Barn. Not only has Fenris been given one, but any character who have decided to indulge in a little romance, up to and including flirting has been sent one. The Fleet has got itself a sponsor. For today, at least.

Fenris is well aware what these things are (thanks, Exisilium) so it's with a largely bemused expression that he turns on his communicator, pointing at the...gift. ]

Please tell me that I'm not the only one who has been given one of these today. I suppose Atroma expects us to be grateful? Though it is roughly as subtle as a brick to the face.

Comments

[realhumanbeing]

[He shrinks at the tone, unused to challenging anyone, let alone an adult-- but this is his core belief. If he doesn't argue for this, how can he stand for anything?]

Maybe not salvageable. But anyone can be locked up. And they should. Or else at the end of the day, when you're killing people and they're killing people-- it starts to blur together.

[wolfuncaged]

And if they escape? My master was a powerful mage. No bars, no prison would hold him.

[He gives a shrug. ]

There is a difference, between killing to protect yourself and those you love, and killing for sport or power. You speak of being 'better' than them, that is one of the ways.

[realhumanbeing]

[He pulls a face-- clearly, Fenris doesn't have him convinced. But--]

At least he's gone.

[Danarius, he means.]

Have you killed many people?

[wolfuncaged]

[And Fenris is fine with that. Free will is important to him, Steven should keep his own opinions, albeit more educated for them. He doesn't respond to the comment about Danarius. He knows only too well the man could be brought back, he might even show up on the Fleet, one day. There is no certainty in these places, not even in death.]

More than I cared to count.

[realhumanbeing]

Is it hard?

[Perhaps someday he'll have to kill someone. He hopes not. He hopes he can reform the gems, convince them that Earth isn't worth it-- but perhaps not.]

[wolfuncaged]

Not for me, but I was made into a living weapon. For a long time, it was all I really knew.

[There are times he misses the simplicity of it all, as terrible a life as it was. He had no questions about his place in the world, then.]

Likely, it should be hard, and not a decision taken lightly.

[realhumanbeing]

[He wipes his nose on his arm-- thoughtfully, if the word can possibly be applied to the action. He wishes he could offer a hug, but as he can't even get his shoe right now, that will simply have to wait.]

I guess I'll figure it out when I come to it.

[Not now, anyway. Thank god the Homeworld Gems aren't here.]

I don't even have my sword here.

[wolfuncaged]

We come upon planets and waystations where you will be able to procure one.I did much the same to get my greatsword.

[realhumanbeing]

Maybe you could help me pick one out?

[wolfuncaged]

[Stop being so adorable, child.]

...If that is what you wish.

[realhumanbeing]

I don't know what's good for a sword.

[And he wants to think of things other than killing, so he adds:]

Besides sharp, I mean. Do you?

[wolfuncaged]

Certainly. I imagine you would be better with a broadsword, rather than a greatsword. You would be able to use your shield and well, in that case. You may as well use this advantage in battle if you have it.