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[alittlegreedy]

So, immortality. Tell me what you know about it and everything else worthwhile-- how to get it, for what price, if there even is a price, what side-effects there may be in getting it, what side-effects there may be in keeping it-- everything. And I already know it's gotta be possible, so don't try to tell me it isn't

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[standardpackage]

Oh yah, don't I. I got one drawn up fer ya' but somma I is in my language so, shit, I don't know. It's ta' scale an' has good enough symbols so ya' may not need 'em.

An', yah. Th' ship drains 'er completely takes away any superhuman powers.

[alittlegreedy]

Yeah, that bites.

S'fine, I'll manage. When can you gimme it?

[standardpackage]

Now's good. Yer room er somewhere else?

[alittlegreedy]

My room. Deck 07, room 6436.

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[standardpackage]

[And shortly, Jinx is at Greed's room knocking very loudly. This whole knocking thing is a bit new to Jinx.]

It's Jinx.

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[alittlegreedy]

[GREED IS APPRECIATIVE OF YOUR TIMELINESS, JINX. And your coming to his room, and your knocking. Really, he is. A moment before the door clicks open, with Greed now standing in the doorway and looking rather expectant of the other.]

Yo.

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[standardpackage]

[GREAT BECAUSE IT NORMALLY TAKES HIM VERY LONG TO FIND THINGS. ]

Hey. Can I come in?

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[alittlegreedy]

Sure. Make yourself right at home -- just don't move too much stuff around.

[He moves out of the way, holding the door ajar. And the room will typically look like the average hotel room but for the giant bed. It's untidy too, with bottles littering the floor (this ship is apparently full of alcoholics, idek) and discarded clothes lying about. In his defense though, Roll wasn't wasn't coming around until tomorrow.]

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[standardpackage]

Thanks.

[This is Jinx's kind of guy. Looks like he likes his alcohol, his space, and a little mess here and there. Upon entering, Jinx pucks up one of the bottles in hopes of getting an idea of what to try next.]

See ya' like ta' drink. Should hit th' bar sometime.

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[alittlegreedy]

[Nothing wrong with a little mess. Also, smoking. Jinx may or may not notice the heavily used ashtray sitting upon the cluttered desk in the corner.]

Maybe. I don't think they really have anything strong enough for my tastes, though.

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[standardpackage]

I got some pretty strong stuff a wile back. Like drinkin' fire.

[Oh, the reason he's here. Jinx digs into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. It has black grease finger prints on it, but otherwise it's pretty neat.]

Just made a copy a' mine. Small enough ta' take with ya', too.

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[alittlegreedy]

Oh? What's it called?

[Taking! And examining.]

Hey, thanks! This is pretty nice!

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[standardpackage]

Fuck knows. I can't read yer language.

[Jinx pulls out a cigar and takes a seat, making himself at home.]

Only has places I've been ta' so ya' may need ta' add on. I've been around, though.

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[alittlegreedy]

If you still got the bottle, I'd like to see it sometime. At the least, be able to tell what proof it is.

[Likewise! Except a cigarette. Really, he should try cigars sometime -- probably stronger as far as the nicotine goes, and whatever else may be in there. But cigarettes look sexier to him, so. ):

Also, a little smirk.]

Heh. Heard you've been having a rough time lately, huh?

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[standardpackage]

Still have it an' it's got a bit left if ya' wanna try it.

[Jinx likes Greed enough. maybe if he asks Jinx will hook him up.]

Yah. I have. What's it ta' ya'?

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[alittlegreedy]

I'd love to.

[He'll drink the rest of it, Jinx.]

A lot, if it delayed the map-making any. [Which he automatically assumed it did and won't take no for an answer. It's pocketed now, but damn if it won't be treasured until something better comes along.] What's it that makes him different?