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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Bloodsport!
Broadcast: Maybe?
Action: Probably!
When: Right now!

[SO HEY GUYS WHAT'VE YOU BEEN UP TO.

what's cooking on the Bloodsport? what fresh drama is unfolding?

has anyone thanked Robin for how the cargo hold doesn't smell like death and slowly-reversing decay anymore because that stuff was gross.]

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[wordmiser]

[That doesn't make any sense to her at all. She's not trying to hurt him right now.

She slips herself up onto a nearby surface, sitting down as she looks at him. Confusion is dominant. And a little bit of frustration that she can't comprehend what he means.

People and feelings and... well. All the things she'd been informed over and over that by lacking these feelings she was worthless. It makes her a little bit angry.

She hadn't even done anything to him. It wasn't fair.]

[killedwithlove]

[He does feel the twist of anger and pain.]

I know, it's not your fault. You're just so unlike me it hurts. There's nothing of what makes me me in you. It aches, plucks at the edges of me.

I'm not people. That's why it hurts.

Oh gosh sorry she's so rude D:

[wordmiser]

[What was he, then, meatloaf? Her lip curls into the tiniest of sneers.

Fine, then. Jinx didn't like pain, it just made her angry. She didn't need some not-thing to tell her nonsense. She slips off the edge of her counter, and walks right past him (close as she can get so he'll feel her discordance shiver through him) and directly through a wall and away.

Be that way. See if she cares.]

No worries :D I'm okay with it, even if Cole's freaked

[killedwithlove]

[Cole flees. Leaves, heads straight back for the Pathstone and the safety of Jove and Solas.]