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psychoticracer

[43.00] Locked from Dexter, 60% // Manhunt

Feb 28, 2009 00:37

Looking for Even. Get me a lead and, I don't know, I'll give you.... a cookie.

[Locked to Kage]

That... "roster" thing you have. Even's still on it, yes?

People go missing around here entirely too often.

!even, biffle, but why is the even gone, !kage

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[Locked to Erol // Unhackable] shenghuanzhe February 28 2009, 08:40:02 UTC

[There's a long pause, entirely too long, then the sound of cloth rustling.]

Roster. Roster.

[He mutters something long and convoluted, but finally...]

No.

[Locked to Kage // Unhackable] psychoticracer February 28 2009, 08:42:35 UTC

...

[No. He's gone? As in, Razer/Celeste/Ilian gone?

Well.

FUCK.]

Rrright.

And, you are where?

[Locked to Erol // Unhackable] shenghuanzhe February 28 2009, 08:46:13 UTC

Ebben hah-pash talli, tolli, ch'hasah hah'uk.

[Locked to Kage // Unhackable] psychoticracer February 28 2009, 08:48:15 UTC

[Sigh.]

In Common?

[Locked to Erol // Unhackable] shenghuanzhe February 28 2009, 08:52:07 UTC

[Yeah, sorry, he's so fucking drunk.]

Ebben qaala'bah'uk "qatala'uk qatala'uk!" ba--

[He shudders out a breath in a hissing laugh.]

That's--

[Focus. The language coming through the comm was... what? Right. Switch. Switch. Carry the thought into another language.]

That's why I'm the death-bringer.

[Locked to Kage // Unhackable] psychoticracer February 28 2009, 08:56:28 UTC

[Fuck this. Military voice ON.]

First Mate. What is your Location.

[Locked to Erol // Unhackable] shenghuanzhe February 28 2009, 09:00:02 UTC

[That snaps Kage back to attention. Not the words, but the tone. No matter how tired, exhausted, worn out, sad he was before that tone of voice always screamed and booted something in him.

He sits upright on the bed, eyes wide and unseeing before...

Not here.

Not here.

He swallows, throat dry, voice scratchy.]

His room.

[Locked to Kage // Unhackable] psychoticracer February 28 2009, 09:06:42 UTC

Roger.

Maintain position, I'll be there shortly.

[Better grab the good stuff for this one. "Private Stock?" That'll do.

It's less of a "knock knock" and more of a "rat-a-tat-tat" at Even's old door. Open up, Kage, the cavalry's here. Or at least a high-strung elf with some alcohol.]

[Locked to Erol // Unhackable] shenghuanzhe February 28 2009, 09:10:08 UTC

[That's kinda the best thing. Kage drags himself off the bed and opens the door. He leaves it open and ignores Erol before going to sit on the desk. Kage's smoking and the full ashtray near the bed shows that he's been industriously doing his part to reduce the amount of tobacco on the Elegante to zero grams.

To say he looks like Hell would be an understatement. He's pale because he hasn't eaten in days, black circles under his eyes from a complete lack of sleep and his clothes are rumpled. Kage's feet are bare.]

[Commentlog] psychoticracer February 28 2009, 09:27:28 UTC

[Erol takes the scene in with one glance. Obviously Kage's known for a while. Erol would have figured it out sooner, but he's been a little preoccupied, and it's not like he talks to Even every day. He'll actually miss the hitman, and the realization comes with a mild sense of curiosity that he'd liked him that much. Huh.

Obviously, he won't miss Even anywhere near as much as Kage. The man looks like.... well, like Erol probably looked like after a week in Batou's cage. Lovely. Clearly he needs to sleep, and to GET to sleep, he needs to get piss-faced drunk.

Erol likes Kage, more than he liked Razer and slightly less than he liked Even, so clearly he's the one for the job.]

Drink.

[Roughly he sets the bottle of high-proof rum on the desk.]

shenghuanzhe February 28 2009, 09:34:49 UTC

Most people--don't ever ask if I got more t'my name than just 'Kage'.

[He takes the bottle and unscrews the top, but he still doesn't look at Erol. His tone of voice isn't directed anywhere in particular, and if Erol weren't there Kage might have been speaking to the atmosphere.

Nevertheless, he pauses to drink, then continues.]

Technically it ain't part'a my name, but I got this--title. Informal, shitty thing given t'me by shitty, worthless folk but once I got told that it don't matter th'source as long as it's the truth.

[He wipes his nose with his thumb, haunted green eyes staring at a spatter of blood on the far wall.]

Al-Mawt. Kage Al-Mawt. Means... No fuckin' translation in this language. Death-bringer. Unlucky. Kage the Ill-Omen, the bad moon on the horizon. Means that anythin' around me gets damaged.

[His eyes slide smoothly, gaze rippling over the wall, the bookshelf, the glass door of the balcony, finally onto Erol's eyes. His gaze is hard as glass, burning like a malaria fever. He jerks his head towards the door ( ... )

psychoticracer February 28 2009, 09:52:08 UTC

[Erol's own eyes are smooth and unflinching as a snake's, the color of a gold coin by candlelight. Slowly he leans his hands on the desk edge, weight carefully balanced so that he would lose nothing if the support were to move, kicked or thrown aside.]

Ah. But that's the smart thing to do. The logical thing, the act of... self-preservation.

[He narrows his eyes, a cat's expression, but doesn't blink.]

I loathe "smart" decisions, and I've no interest in self-preservation. So I think I'll stay.

shenghuanzhe February 28 2009, 09:57:53 UTC

I'll kill you, too.

[Kage holds that catlike, amber gaze steadily. There's no threat in his voice, just a still, calm certainty. There's something deeper in his voice and for a moment it almost seems as if there's some absolute, perfect knowledge in what he's saying.]

Perhaps not with my hand. Perhaps against my fuckin' will. But you

will

die.

psychoticracer February 28 2009, 10:07:26 UTC

[A small, careless smirk edges into Erol's expression, and he tilts his head ever so slightly, as if to say, Is that supposed to bother me?]

I was dead before I got here.

[Bullets, Metal Heads, zoomer crashes, Dark Eco, Pyramid Head, Xamira - they were nothing. What was killing him was this boat, the sheer tedium and placidity of it. He would do anything to keep from drowning, becoming a dull edge, losing himself.

And right now Kage was looking like a pretty fucking good liferaft.]

No great loss.

shenghuanzhe February 28 2009, 10:11:55 UTC

Pure.

[And just like that, the intensity is gone. Kage straightens up and turns his face to the side so he can stare at another spatter of blood on the wall. There's a roaring, screeching pain in him that makes him deaf and dumb.]

All you cattle're fuckin' pure. I fuckin' wondered why you were a passenger'n now I know. All fuckin' praise Redd, wise, great man that he is.

[The man who sent Even away.

The roaring intensifies, grows louder until it's like a physical force in Kage's head, a maelstrom of screaming, gnashing, of animal parts and divine machinations, of hideous intentions and a keening grief that is vivisecting him when he thought no surgery would or could be done.]

All praise Zeshat.

psychoticracer February 28 2009, 10:19:19 UTC

And why am I a passenger?

[The question is idle, bored. Erol's mildly curious, but he doesn't actually CARE. He had nowhere else to go, no quest to return to, no life he would pick up again. Not that he knew of. The Elegante was as good a place as any - better than some - to continue living. So he didn't have the burning passion to know what was going on behind the scenes that some others did.

He takes the bottle, swigs a mouthful, swallows it in a burning gulp. Fucking smooth. Then he hands it back: Keep drinking.]

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