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[shenghuanzhe]

[The following is entirely in Al-Hebb, not Common.]

Where are my pistols? Who took my fucking sidearms? Captain Dorsadaf, where am I? Did I get fucking sold again? She said yes for the love of Tir--

Where the fuck are my pistols?!

Capitan Toka, are you there?

[[OOC: Kage's a teenager again! He speaks his home language and a variant of Chinese

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[Audio // Al-Hebb]

[weifengyiyu]

Atch-ch-ch, not you too?

Calm your shit, naam? Ain't gonna solve nothin'.

[Audio // Al-Hebb]

[shenghuanzhe]

[He assumes she's a fellow Pistoleer by the way she speaks.]

Ma'am, I'm supposed to be on the Grim Faced Wind privateer vessel. I wasn't told that I was sold.

[Audio // Al-Hebb]

[weifengyiyu]

Tch, don'tcha "ma'am" me.

Listen kital, war's over. Ain't no more fightin'.

We work for Redd now.

[Audio // Al-Hebb]

[shenghuanzhe]

What war?

[Kage rubs his eyes.]

There ain't no fuckin' war. Who's Redd? What country we privateerin' for--fuck it, it don't matter. Just lemme get my sidearms back. Where's my rack?

[Audio // Al-Hebb]

[weifengyiyu]

[Meifeng barks out a laugh.]

Shit, how old are y'kid?

Deck three. I'll let y'in.

[Audio // Al-Hebb]

[shenghuanzhe]

I dunno. Think I know my birthday? I can only remember four Festivals'a Calis.

[Meaning he's probably about eighteen.]

Understood, on my way.

[Audio // Al-Hebb]

[weifengyiyu]

[Shit, that young, huh?

Meifeng chuckles to herself and leans against the wall outside the crew quarter doors, waiting to see what shows up.]

[shenghuanzhe]

[And here he comes, the man of the hour himself. He's got that shaggy hair, he's got none of Kage's chilled out confidence. He's like a freshly sharpened knife, and violence and hate positively seethe off him. He spots Meifeng and and flashes her a grin, speaking in Al-Hebb.]

Kital.

[weifengyiyu]

[She pushes away from the wall and sets her hands on her hips, looking the shaggy teenager up and down, then sucks on her teeth.]

Shit, kital. Look at'cha. Don't remember shit, do ya?

[shenghuanzhe]

No. Party? I don't remember any'a this.

[She's beautiful, older than him, and clearly deadly. Kage blows out a breath.]

I just want my pistols and my coat back. I look like one of the common slaves.

[weifengyiyu]

Naam.

[She grins, widely. She can see it in him, that wild energy, not yet tempered or calmed by years of servitude under multiple masters. Pulling out her keycard, she swipes it, then pushes the door open with her boot.]

Y'rack's in here. Y'got one of these?

[She holds up her card.]

[shenghuanzhe]

[He's still burning hot, burning free, and when she pushes open the door Kage thinks to check his pockets. He finds a keycard with strange writing on it. He holds it up as well.]

Why not palm locks? These ain't secure. Cheap-ass master?

[weifengyiyu]

[Meifeng snorts.]

S'the way he wants shit done. Y'ain't gonna argue with this one f'you know what's good for ya.

[Cute kid. Scruffy and full of energy. Hard to believe he grows up into the Al-Mawt she knows.]

Y'read yet, Al-Mawt?

[shenghuanzhe]

[A hard-ass master. Well, Kage's had those before.]

Read? No. I'm just a Pistoleer.

[He's incredibly young for being a Pistoleer, too. He squints.]

I can count to thirty.

[weifengyiyu]

[Meifeng raises an eyebrow at that. Very young, it's surprising.]

Issat so. Not bad, eh?

Here, 1102. This's yours.

[She can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees his "rack".]

[shenghuanzhe]

[Kage flashes her a curious look. It looks like he'll be hot-bunking in whatever racks they keep in this room. He can't smell shit, sweat and piss from out here, so it looks like the Pistoleers have nice accomodations on this boat.

He swipes the card through the key, knocks on the door and says the normal, ritual phrase:]

Is it proper for me to be here?

[He opens the door.

He closes the door.]

Wrong room.