Yadrolla System Mingle

[lacyprincess]

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Yeah, sure, I guess
Action: The Fleet and the Yadrolla System
When: 4/29 - 6/8

[Hey, hey, look, we have a new system! Let's go compete in stuff and root for sportsball teams! System info is here!

GO WAVES!]

Comments

[privateeyed]

Of course you do. [he finds that hard to believe young lady]

Anything. Nerves are shot.

[sylphid]

[Can he see the wonder in her eyes?

She slowly lifts her finger again.]

[privateeyed]

[yes, he can. With a sigh he leans over to make it easier, eyes rolling once more]

You can poke me in the eye for all I care. Won't feel it.

[he isn't going to tell her why tho cuz he's a dick]

[sylphid]

[Without waiting for another invitation, she does exactly that!!

... and then pokes the other one for good measure.]

[privateeyed]

[the right eye is completely solid, cuz it's fake as hell.

The other one is real, however, and he jerks away with a curse, slapping a hand over it in case she tries again] —OW what the fuck not that one!

[sylphid]

You never said which eye.

[There's totally a smirk in place now.]

[privateeyed]

Obviously I meant the one on the side you were poking, genius! Christ.

[he rubs at his eye a few times before he drops his hand to glare at her] Fuckin' hell.

[sylphid]

I don't like to make assumptions.

[His foul mouth has no effect on her. She takes out her comm and opens a page.]

Anyway, how much do you get from the fight I took over?

[privateeyed]

[what has he done to deserve this]

Uh, probably some low percent? Since technically I lost. Why?

[sylphid]

[Absolutely nothing. Poor guy.

Fie finds his account by his name, and he should get a notification of money transfer. It's for a nice amount.]

No reason.

[privateeyed]

[he squints suspiciously at her, but checks his comm—]

. . . thanks, I think. Why? [like a five year old]

[sylphid]

[Fie shrugs, pocketing hers.]

I pay what's owed. And some extra. [She taps below her left eye with a small smirk.] So you can fix it.

[Whether she means from her poking it or for him to make it like the right one is hard to tell.]

[privateeyed]

You don't know how underground fights work, do you. But it's your money.

[he's absolutely either going to send it back or send her food or something later, god dammit] My eye doesn't need fixing, it's fine. I like my shitty eye the way it is.

[sylphid]

I know if you don't pay your debts, people could come to kill you in your sleep. [Ask about her childhood, Ben, she dares you.]

It's pretty squishy compared to your other one.

[privateeyed]

[what the fuck] Doing that takes too much effort. I'm not a kill 'em in their sleep kind of guy. Also you don't owe me a debt, just saying.

That's because it's real. I don't need more fake bits - I've got plenty already.

[sylphid]

Me neither. It's why we always warned them first. Then, if they still didn't pay... [She shrugs casually.]

Really? [Now she very pointedly keeps her gaze on his face. Manners.]

[privateeyed]

Wha—you know what? I'm not gonna ask.

[what the fuck are manners] Really. Arm's fake, before you start poking me again.

[sylphid]

I was raised in a Jaeger Corp, a group of mercenaries. Sometimes people thought they could get away without paying us for our work. It rarely ended well for them. [Her explanation is very casual, almost as if she's discussing the weather that week.]

Does it do anything interesting?

[privateeyed]

Oh. [well of course it's something fuckin' out there] Well, sucks for them. Idiots should know better.

Define "interesting". It's got a strength mod, but that's about it.

[sylphid]

Mm, it was all right. We always got what was owed to us. [As if the previous statements weren't ominous enough.]

Really? No finger lasers or anything?

[privateeyed]

Yeah, I bet. [he got blown up and is technically a cyborg and he's like the most normal one around here]

Finger lasers are cliche and take a lot of energy, I'd be replacing power units all fuckin' day. [...] I got a grappling hook but it don't work.

[sylphid]

[Welcome to jprg world, Ben.]

Lame. My mom's got an arm that glows.

[It begins.]

[privateeyed]

Why does your mom's arm glow?

[what]

[sylphid]

It's also a prosthetic. More interesting than yours, anyway.

[Fie, please.]

[privateeyed]

That doesn't make it more interesting.

[here we go]