When the poor brain is cracking

[eatshootsnleves]

Who: Roy's crew! And hecklers.
What: Recruiting! Quicklog. Please crosstag and threadjack; this is about meeting each other!
Where: The docks!
When: Last and this week! Just about anytime from Roy's call until they cast off, before or after Alma goes crazy. Whateva and wheneva you like, bbs.

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[cherudim_sniper]

[Wanders to the dock and glances around.]

Not sure what this new obsession with boats is, but hey, I'm up for piloting anything!

[bitchin_beanie]

[oh hey. is dat sum Lyle? Jan's strolling over almost immediately, pulling up a wide grin just for the occasion.]

Dibs! I call fuckin' dibs, fuckhead can't have you.

[cherudim_sniper]

Hey bro~!

[Lyle sounded fairly cheerful, although also still a bit confused as to what is going on.]

So what are you calling dibs on me for, eh? It better be something awesome, because things have been boring as hell for me lately.

[bitchin_beanie]

Boats.

[He's draping an arm over Lyle's shoulder, steering him toward the thing Ba'ast's been putting together.]

Also, we're fuckin' outta here. You in?

[cherudim_sniper]

Ehhhh? Are we going to be pirates or something? I was a pirate once for Halloween as a kid, and then this one ex of mine made me wear an eye patch and shit in b-...never mind. Hell yeah I'm in!

[He grinned over at his friend, looking at their ship-to-be.]

[bitchin_beanie]

[...okay so that earns a flat stare, but it doesn't last long.] You fucking retard.

[A shove, a little harder than it is playful, and he's starting up the walk to it]

'M serious about this shit, bro. We're fucking leaving.

[cherudim_sniper]

Leaving? [He considered that for a second. It wasn't as if he had a lot to leave behind. Kobato was with Jilly these days...And Jan, well, Jan was right here.]

That's fine with me. But why?

[bitchin_beanie]

[Jan hops up onto the rail of the ship, looking almost thoughtful for half a second. He could answer this question honestly. He could.

...nah.]

Cuz the stupid shithead thinks he could beat me at a fuckin' boat race.

[cherudim_sniper]

So...this is just for a race, then we're coming back?

[He shrugged.]

I'm fine with that. Long as there is booze and smokes on board. Might need those if I get stuck out at sea too long with you as the best company.

[Smirking, he pulls Jan into a head lock and grinds his fits into the top of his head playfully, knowing he was going to probably get tossed overboard, but not particularly caring.]

[bitchin_beanie]

[Genuine irritation. It's rare, but it sparks up just now. Jan grits his teeth, leverages a leg up between them, and shoves. A kick at full vampire-strength, and no holding back.]

Coming back's not in the goddamn plan. You think I was kidding when I said we're outta here?

[cherudim_sniper]

[As Lyle crashed against the side of the boat, he looked up at Jan. He had thought there was more to this...]

...Usually races end, bro. What is this about?

[bitchin_beanie]

[Now that he's got his space back, he looks happy enough to aim a frown out at the darkening water.]

Don't tell me you're not tired of this fucking place.

[cherudim_sniper]

Who isn't tired of this place? [He smirked, stepping back over to the railing and leaning against it.]

Is that all? You're not...in trouble again, are you? No crazy vampire hunters coming to get you?

[bitchin_beanie]

[okay, that one gets an exasperated glance]

And you think I'd fucking run from that shit? Breakin' my goddamn heart, here.

[cherudim_sniper]

Aw, I forgot, you don't run - you crawl after they beat you to a bloody pulp or take off a limb. There is such a thing as self preservation, but shame on me for thinking you learned what that is.

[He gave Jan a serious look.]

So, this is just because you're tired and bored? That's it?

[bitchin_beanie]

[He looks just about ready to take mock offense at that -- but changes his mind. Just not in the right mood for as much bullshit as usual.]

Yeah, whatever. Close enough.