he's a baby

[airily]

Who: Zaveid and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Huntress
When: Today!

What the hell--

[ There's a clunk as the communication device is dropped down onto the ground - and the room is one that's filled with greenery, plants here and there with grass where the floor should be. There's another crash as someone wobbly seems to slip and hit the wall. Even though there's a voice, there's no actual person on screen.

Anyone on the Huntress who peeks in will notice that it's definitely Zaveid... But a little bit different.

Kind of rather a lot different, actually.

Bending down, there's the sound of someone who is incredibly frustrated - a man who has no idea what is going on who wants to throw the device halfway across the room again, but...

Then he pokes it. Hard. If the device wasn't a touch bit of machinery it might crack, but luckily it's a bit tougher than his finger. ]

Who the hell...

[ Eventually, Zaveid makes his way through the Huntress, storming through the ship. There's an awful, sinking feeling inside of him - since he can feel the connection he shares with Sorey he's desperately on edge, almost snarling like a wild animal as he makes his way through. ]

Comments

[privateeyed]

The - Marsiva? I woke up there, figured everyone else did, too. [wtf urself bro] I don't know if I'm broken in enough to give the shitty welcome.

[oather]

Never heard of it. [ Arms crossed, not that he can see it, looking angry. ] What the hell is goin' on here...

[privateeyed]

Fuck if I know. If you're new, then I'm right there with you, dude. [he scratches at his cheek] Could try to find some of the other crew - they're like you. Not - ghosts, but the other thing - seraph?

[oather]

I don't know what a seraph is. [ Sounds weird. ] You heard of any malek here?

[privateeyed]

Nope. Never heard of it before.

[oather]

Damn... [ What's going on? ] What about Exorcists?

[privateeyed]

Uh. [does he answer in his usual way or with caution] Are we talking priests who condemn demons to hell or something else? 'Cause I know of those kind of exorcists.

[oather]

The kind of humans that make Malek their slaves.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, no, we don't have those where I'm from.

[oather]

... Where are you from?

[privateeyed]

Detroit. [...] Earth. No weird magical bullshit, except in movies.

[oather]

Detroit. [ He frowns, thinking about it hard. ] ... I've never heard of it.

[privateeyed]

Ever hear of Michigan? United States? America?

[oather]

No. No. No.

[privateeyed]

What the hell. [it sounds less surprised and just. Tired. What, is he the only dude from Earth around here?] Where are you from, then?

[oather]

Humans call it 'Desolation'. I hang around in the Holy Midgand Empire.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, never heard of it. Either name.

[oather]

The hell... [ Now he just sounds confused. ] What the hell is goin' on here...

[privateeyed]

I really don't know. Could ask Sorey - if he's around. He might have an answer.

[oather]

[ That makes him twitchy. ]

Yeah, I'm not going near him.

[privateeyed]

[Sorey makes someone twitchy?? Was he too friendly to this guy or something?]

You know him? [...] Could call him instead. Then you don't have to go near him.

[oather]

Yeah, thanks, but that's not happening.

[privateeyed]

Then I don't know what to tell you, dude. Shit's weird, I don't even know the extent of how weird it is.