4th Mark [Audio // English]

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There any room service around here?  I'm starving.

Jules, you hanging in there?

Glad I thought ahead and borrowed some books from the libr'y before this ruckus, I'd be bored out of me skull otherwise.

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[Oh my, who could that be? And Russ heads on over to open up the door, his hair still damp from the shower, half-shaved with a towel draped around his neck.

There's no one there.]

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[At the voice behind him Russ startles -- been doing a lot of that lately -- and slams the door shut, taking a moment to convince his heart to restart.]

Bloody hell, Ace ...

[Turning to look over his shoulder, he frowns at the other man, but he's intrigued by the magic even as he's angry about the intrusion.]

That's turning into a bad habit.

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[He rolls his eyes, but he's not all that angry. And it's surprisingly nice to have a familiar face around.]

Next time I'll teach you to sit and roll over.

[He pads back to the bathroom to finish shaving, leaving the door open.]

They any close to catching the bitch?

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[Rinsing the razor, he tilts his chin back and slowly pulls the blade down against the skin, then rinses again before stopping dead.]

Wait ... she's killin' 'em?

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[Russ doesn't exactly stay on the right side of the law, but killing? That's something he's not altogether comfortable with. That comes with a damn long prison sentence, and his couple of nights in the lock were enough to convince him he didn't want anything to do with that place.

Reaching for the handtowel, he wipes off the residual shaving foam and turns to fix Ace with a pointed look.]

And what's that supposed to mean?

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[Russ's anger changes to confusion, then curiosity, then back to confusion as Ace talks. He'd skimmed a few old comm messages, but maybe he should take an afternoon or two to catch up on all of them.

Blinking at Ace's swipe, he scrubs his face with the towel, then hangs it haphazardly over the rail.]

Wait a minute ... are you telling me people are immortal here? They don't really die?

[He follows Ace over to the couch.]

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[Flopping down on the couch beside him, Russ watches Ace curiously as he rubs the back of his head with the towel around his neck. Ace's magic is good, Russ can't see through it. You don't just walk through solid surfaces, and there's no smoke and mirrors set-up in his own room. Obviously if Ace thinks it's strong magic, it must be pretty damn strong.]

So wha's that mean then, all this magic shit?

[And right on cue, there's Ace with another display. Russ snorts and nudges Ace's foot back with his leg.]

Black pudding, you heathen. Tastes like shit anyway.

[That means "thank you, Ace". Reaching forward, he snags a beer and tosses it to the other man, then grabs one for himself.]

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[Russell cracks open his own beer, taking a good slug and setting it down and snagging a plate with a towering club sandwich.]

Get the sheep asking the questions so you don't have to.

[He takes a healthy bite from the sandwich and leans back, draping one arm along the back of the couch, eyeing Ace. He can practically hear the man's mind working.]

Ki.

[He swallows and licks a smear of mayonnaise off his thumb.]

You wanna get Ki an audience with the Captain?