Open Action: Fleet Wide

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole and EVERYONE
Broadcast: No
Action: EVERY ship in the Fleet, bar Marsiva, Three Twins and Tourist (Though you can easily find him on another ship if you're from one of those)
When: First week of the month?

[This is a thing Cole does.

He travels the Fleet a lot, from ship to ship, meeting people, talking to people, hanging out. He sees people he knows and meets new ones, or ones he just didn't encounter before

He wants to help everyone. Which means meeting them first. Or finding them. Doing that might involve poking through the ships, even if he really shouldn't. Or going through personal belongings. Sorry about that. He's curious.

And armed. It is worth mentioning he's got a pair of wickedly sharp fighting knives on his back. Sorry about that as well.]

Comments

[killedwithlove]

[Cole gives Ray a suspicious, disbelieving look, clearly unable to grasp that someone didn't know the difference.]

Mages. Are mages. They do magic. They're connected to the Fade. Templars are Templars. Knights. They can diminish spells and smother magic. And they're very good at chopping enemies up.

[poetontheinside]

[He levels a look back at Cole- give him a break, pal, he's still getting used to all you magic-y people.]

So it's a good thing that I'm like that? 'Cause it sounds kinda cool, but uh, I never- [He makes a lame karate chop motion] chopped no one.

[killedwithlove]

You don't have the cruelty of a lot of Templars.

[poetontheinside]

I try to put away the bad guys, not be one, y'know? But it helps to pretend, get a perp all rattled. [He pulls a tough face, jabs the air with a fist, then relaxes again and grins and Cole.]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole watches, but hand to hand fighting like that makes no sense to him, so he just nods.

His face pretty clearly shows he has no idea what Ray's talking about.]

[poetontheinside]

Uh... [He sags again, scratches at his jaw while he considers that] You know, you catch a bad guy, they always say they didn't do it. Threaten to kick 'em in the head a little, suddenly they remembered that they did do it-- but you don't actually kick 'em, you just pretend?

[killedwithlove]

Most of the people I've fought don't deny what they did...

Oh. This is like Rainier and his men.

[Claim it isn't your fault, you didn't know, become someone who didn't do it.]

Mocking bird, mocking bird, quiet and still, what do you see from the top of your hill?

[He looks off somewhere else, distant but focused.]

[poetontheinside]

What's that mean?

[killedwithlove]

It's what the children sang. The soldiers were told to kill everyone. They didn't know the children would be there, but they were good soldiers, they accepted that they were demons.

[Welcome to the pitfalls of conversations with Cole. Depressing non-sequiturs.]

[poetontheinside]

[Well, that's certainly depressing. Ray looks obviously uncomfortable, frowning and fidgeting, but he also seems sympathetic.]

They did that, and then denied it happened?

[killedwithlove]

They were hanged anyway.

Except one. He was spared because the company leader admitted he lied to his men.

[poetontheinside]

Jesus. You're probably really glad to be here. [He mutters the last part, increasingly uncomfortable.]

[killedwithlove]

Here is different. I can't make as much of a difference. But there's less that needs me.

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, it sounds like you deserve a break, buddy.

[killedwithlove]

Spirits don't take breaks.

[poetontheinside]

A breather? That count?

[killedwithlove]

A breather?

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, you know-- take some time to catch your breath, so you can spirit better after?

[killedwithlove]

Spirits don't need breathers.

And they don't breathe. But I do.

[poetontheinside]

So there you go-- you breathe, you gotta take a breather every now and then, otherwise you're gonna stop breathing before it's your time.

[killedwithlove]

When I got speared through the leg by the red templar and passed out, I didn't stop breathing.

[poetontheinside]

[Alright, well, he only has so much willpower- he sags a little and shrugs]

Yeah, okay.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole cocks his head, and blinks, clearly still not following.]

Do you stop breathing sometimes?

[poetontheinside]

[He tries to make this clearer, again, after having effectively given up]

No, but sometimes I try to breathe a little slower, so I got energy for when I gotta breathe faster.

[killedwithlove]

Oh! That makes sense.

[It doesn't, but to Cole's limited understanding, it does.]