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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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[Cole nods and the brim of his ridiculously large hat bobs with him.]

I can try and find them. It might take me a while, but I don't sleep, so I have more hours to do things in.

[--ah, and that statement about sleep reminds him of something he'd been wondering for some time. this seems as good a time as any to bluntly bring it up.]

What are you?

[Cole is quiet and then shuffles backward on his butt, outside of immediate strike range.

Apparently, he's learned from the bad reactions he's had before.]

I'm, a spirit. But not just a spirit anymore. I have form, not just function.

A spirit.

[and really, that careful little precaution tells him more than the word itself does, as spirits aren't really a thing where he's from.]

And your function is to, what... help?

I am Compassion. Was Compassion. I'm Cole. And Compassion.

[Tek hasn't yelled, so Cole relaxes again.]

I want to help. I want to make things hurt less. I'll try and find bones for you. Or gold. Do you eat gold?

Compassion. [--again, blankly repeating the answer as he mulls the concept over in his head.

because, really... the thought is almost just as alien as a spirit existing in this plane. he understands the meaning of the word, of course, but having it aimed in his direction is a very strange feeling indeed.

he doesn't know how he feels about it. but the temptation to feel better, get things that he wants, is enough to keep him engaged and admit another small bit of information about himself.]

Yes, I do. ...Sometimes. When I need it.

Yes. Compassion.

I'll go and see what I can find for you. I'll be back, when I have something for you to eat.

[He pushes himself up onto his feet and nods, rocking back and forth.]

I'll be back. With food.

[he watches the odd man stand to leave, and he thinks over several things that he could say. and some of them are not very nice.

in the end, though, he doesn't say anything. he only nods a little.]

[Cole will be gone a long while.

It takes time to find things like that. He barters, helps people, steals and buys assortments of things and it's a good twelve hours or more before he comes back with some lengths of gold wire and a box of bones that he scavenged from some people doing butchery.

He comes in just as quietly, setting the things down near the nest. He doesn't mind if Tek sleeps through him leaving things. The important thing is that he has help healing.]

[he is sleeping when the spirit returns, and dragons are difficult to stir even on a good day. so, he misses the silent delivery entirely.

but he'll notice as soon as he's awake again, and--somewhere deep down--he'll be grateful for it.]