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Zeshat in a fuckin' tidepool, I leave the comms alone for a few fuckin' days and look what happens. Awright, first things fuckin' last: My name is Kage. I am the First Mate aboard my Captain's vessel, the MS Elegante. While we are underway your weapons are safely in custody and will be returned t'you upon our arrival at the Golden Shore--which is
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Do you think that finger-wagging and stupid embarrassments are going to keep the ponies who REALLY want anarchy under control, or does Redd wiggle his finger in your asshole and have you grunt this out anyway as routine? Variants or no variants.
[Oh gee, what a coincidence. Lilith is already strolling down toward the buffet to get herself a bite, possibly a leg to chew on. Even if she did know crew is there, there is gonna be snowfall in hell before her mind changes.]
If someone is dead-set on being violent, not you or the Captain are gonna stop 'em.
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[Kage listens to her speak. He laughs, amused at her clever imagery.]
I didn't think y'put that much effort into listenin' to me speak, cowgirl, seems like something's getting through into your skull after all.
[Kage shrugs.]
Violence tends t'settle down. First few weeks aboard, stone-cold salted killers harder than you made an awful racket, now they're nice and quiet. Just takes time.
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So what she does now is just amp up the prissy bitch.]
Trust me, there is a huuuuge diff between listening and buying into your crap.
[Nose thrusting up. Lips pursing, creepy alien raccoon eyes narrowing. Click clack click clack.]
I'm also wondering for how long these "hard killers" stay quiet, cowboy, because something has got to give. Always.
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[And Kage sounds like he's so totally invested in you buying what he's saying.
He can hear her distinctive footsteps on the comm and coming down the hall. Kage flips a sheet, keeps working as he smokes.]
Anythin'' they give, we can take and give back, ten times over.
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Yeah? Maybe you're underestimating how stubborn they--I--can be.
And cupcake, you have no clue what hard means for me, so cut the superior bullshit. You bleed like the rest of us... 'xcept easier.
[Pot is calling the kettle black, but she's good about that.
Lilith trots in on this charming scene like she was born to interrupt men at decent work. Seriously. Pork chops sound good.]
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[She trots in past him and Kage points at the buffet with his pen without looking up.]
Try the fuckin' t-bone steaks. They're great today.
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[She literally stops with one foot in the air; it goes down for the sake of not tripping over herself, but slowly, head swiveling about as quickly. Her eyes widen. Not because she's startled, but because having crew in her sight triggers a delightful fantasy involving her boot and the bones in his face. It's become a favorite of hers.]
'Today'? Not so much any other day?
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[Kage botes the top off another pen after the last one abruptly died on him, and he scribbles in a circle to get the fresh one going. He resumes his work.]
It's good every day, really good today. Go on, try it.
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No point.
[Fuuuck, she has that knife in her gun holster, if she really, really, really, really wanted...]
Hmmmm~ Not so much in a steak kind of mood. Bratwurst? Beer? I know you don't got Clitz.
[It's not even him. To her understanding, crew keep the cage locked tight and as far as she's concerned, rattle a stick in the bars just by hanging around. Bloody eye sores.]
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[Kage doesn't take any of this personally. If he did, he would have thrown himself out a porthole long ago. Most of her foul temper and abuse just slides right over his back and he flashes her a smile.]
Grab a beer for me, would you?
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Lilith considers the temptation to tell Kage he can go sit on a dick and rotate. She doesn't, but the malicious sidelong glance he gets tossed speaks loudly enough. If there's more violent swing in her step than usual when she turns, lightning strike her down if it's not deliberate.
Food can wait. Regardless of her not wanting to balance three beers and a platter of mouthwatering food left out for god knows how long, her stomach isn't 100% empty and she probably won't barf. So Lilith comes click-clack-clicking back with the drinks hooked between the fingers on one hand and the other dangling free. She finds a good spot- by her definition, one out of his reach but close enough to chuck a bottle at his face and have a good chance of hitting jackpot, and leans there. Two go by her feet, for now]
Better not be picky. I can drink these by myself.
[Unlike some people, she can't twist a beer cap off with her teeth, or isn't inclined to. Lilith resorts to clamping down on ( ... )
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