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Who: The burrito of death (aka Tek)
Broadcast: Audio, open to the fleet
Action: Bloodsport cargo hold
When: Broadcast day after the attack - Action open all month

[this one is sent in audio only, because goodness no one needs to see his current face--though, his voice isn't right either. it's too light, too delicate, and there is a little too much purr to it. especially without the aid of a video feed, it's hard to tell whether the speaker is male or female or monster at all.

and the tone is nothing but flat.]

Everyone is safe and accounted for? Nothing is entirely amiss? Wonderful.

[he isn't bitter about no one asking about his absence at all. nope. not one bit.]

So, I guess it's about time to start returning to our old routine, hmm? Everyone ready for things to go back to normal? Especially with such a good distraction from our recent little 'vacation home,' I know I sure am ready to forget about everything that just happened.

[this weapons-grade sarcasm could burn a hole through the floor.]

Especially with all of this new spending cash. ...Have you all checked your accounts today? The bonuses are already rolling in.

Isn't it wonderful.

[this sorry creature feels sickened and infuriated and doesn't have the strength to vent it any other way. so, a pissy broadcast it is!

and for anyone wandering the Red Fish any time soon, he can be found actually sitting up now. still wrapped in blankets and misery, but he's at least upright. it's a step.]

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[Crowley gives an annoyed sigh. ]

No, I'm not. If you'd just pay attention.

It doesn't matter if we were created to protect or destroy them. Mortals have the same reaction to everything they don't understand, and that's pure unmitigated violence. Given the fact their lives are short, and can be snuffed out at the slightest thing, this is unsurprising. They see a rampaging dragon, they're not going to think "well, gosh, that might be something that exists to protect us", they're going to think "oh shit, it's a fucking dragon, we need to kill it before it kills us."

That's just how mortals are. Getting pissy at them is pointless endeavour. It won't change their basic nature. It'd be like yelling at the wind to stop blowing.

That sort of thing needs to be taught. You teach them not to murder the giant rampaging dragon and...well, some of them probably still will, but some will pay attention. Until they know otherwise, they'll fall back on stabby kill kill.

[if he'd been in top form, he would have argued all day long. he can always come up with the convoluted logic for it, especially when he has a point to prove.

but he's tired. and he doesn't particularly want to be right in this case, compared to other instances. it isn't the heart of what's really upsetting him anyway.]

I think I have every right to be angry.

Are you going to try and convince me that it doesn't bother you in the least?

Yes, you do have a right to be angry. They still came at you with swords and magic.

[He gives an annoyed hiss. This is skirting too close to admitting he actually cares for his liking. ]

Of course it fucking bothers me, but I don't know what you want me to do about it.

[and maybe it's something as petty as seeing the demon pushed towards something that makes him visibly uncomfortable that helps. or maybe it's something more unseemly, like hearing an admittance that makes him feel not quite as alone as a fellow monster.

whatever it is, he's immediately feeling a small fraction better. it's just enough to show.]

That there is a start.

[Ugh, feelings. He hates this game, it never ends well. There's a reason he's sworn off it.]

So. Do you need healing, or something? How on the mend are you, exactly?

Is that an offer?

[and it's a flippant question, because he's not exactly expecting the answer to be a positive one.]

The necromancer who brought me back... [ugh, and he grimaces around the word. necromancers are not his favorite people.] ...he did it wrong. So, I don't know how long it will be until I'm healed.

Yes. I can heal. It's a... leftover ability. Don't think I'll do it every time you get yourself maimed, though.

[Left over from WHAT, he may or may not say.]

I didn't even know we had one. Shame he's sloppy.

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[the offer... surprises him. and he doesn't know what to do with it. and he isn't about to take it straight to heart as something genuine... so, he talks around, for now.]

Oh, we certainly do. And on top of it, it's one who doesn't like to listen to simple solutions, and would rather twist someone's soul around his own way instead.

Yes, well. People do have morals, you know.

Do you want to be healed or not? Because I'm about ready to sleep for a week otherwise.

[He's not going to give Tek the chance to dance around it. It's not a thing he offers easily, after all. ]

Morals. [he scoffs.] There was nothing amoral about what I needed at all.

[and he... sighs, a little.]

...And healing magic doesn't generally take to me very well. We tend to... clash.

If you say so.

[A soft hum. ]

Last chance~

[hmm. maybe he can make him regret the offer, and that will make him feel better.

so, the smile can definitely be heard in his voice.]

Oh, I even get a last chance?

[how sweet.]

[That would be ever so cruel.]

I'm feeling exceptionally generous today. It shan't happen again.

Probably hit my head on something.

[yes, even this ridiculousness is already making him feel better about things.]

Goodness, that attack must have done more damage than I'd thought.

Because the offer is almost sweet.

Okay, that's it. Offer expired. Suffer in your dragon-y pain.

Oh, I guess I missed out.

It's the thought that matters anyway, right?

No.

No it does not. [He isn't thoughtful at all, you get out. ]

Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

[ah yes, causing this low-level suffering makes him feel much better.

this is much more stable ground. the world he feels comfortable in.]

[Crowley would die of shame knowing he'd made Tek feel better.

Except he wouldn't. At all. ]

How exceedingly generous of you.

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