007 UGH SNOW

[yeehawkiller]

Fuckin' snow. I can't believe it. All those chests an' legs covered up an' all instead of bein' all out. Cryin' shame it is. If I had any mind I'd just take over this boat an' send it down Mexico way for the winter. Wouldn't be too hard to do, eh? Probably like hotwirin' a car.

Yeah.

Easy as pie.

[Private to Abigail]
I think I was nice to you an'

Comments

Private

[call_me_saffron]

How much is too much?

I think you'll be happy to know it's all leather for me. Cold doesn't bother me like most of the delicate flowers in this place.

Private - Infirmary Spam?!

[yeehawkiller]

[Please leave a message, your booty call just got shot in the face]

Spam—in which Saffron will probably RAGE when she finds out what he did D:

[call_me_saffron]

[It said something for Saffron's ego that she felt a little twinge of annoyance when Severen didn't reply immediately-or at all. She had come to enjoy what they shared, a sort of convenient business arrangement in which the commodities consisted solely in skin. After a little careful investigation, however, it seemed Severen had made a nuisance of himself and wound up with a bullet in him... The redhead didn't know the particulars, but she knew where to find him, at least-the infirmary.

Dressing relatively conservatively for once-it seemed appropriate; she didn't know what sort of state she'd find the man in, after all-she headed down for the medical ward. Once there, she scanned quickly over the place. It didn't take long to find him.]

My, my. And there I was, thinking you just wanted some time apart.

Spam

[yeehawkiller]

[ Severen was holed up in one of the cots half conscious. His face and likely parts of his brain were healing slowly as his undead vampire brain allowed it. Sure, in reality he'd be a braindead drooling mess if not utterly deceased, but this was the barge and not quite reality. He sat up in the bed, head almost completely bandaged sparing a top left quarter where a bloodshot eye and a tuft of scraggly black hair was jutting out at a not so attractive angle.

He was exhausted, and barely heard the content of Saffron's words when she spoke. He gargled in reply, with a wheeze in toe]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeey... daaaaarrrliiin'...

Spam

[call_me_saffron]

[Saffron was well-versed enough in the game of confidence to keep her emotions under control for the most part; that wasn't to say that the sight of the man didn't shock her. She hadn't heard that he was that bad.]

What did you do to yourself?

[Her expression might be composed, but there's a genuine note of worry in her voice.]

You don't look so good, Sev.

Re: Spam

[yeehawkiller]

Eh, got shot. [Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeezeeeeee] It happens.

[Usually this would be the point where he bragged to all hell about his exploits, but for some reason he got a gut feeling that perhaps Saffron wouldn't stick around if she knew the truth. Severen liked having her around.

Despite his obvious weakened physical state he wasn't going to let a little thing like being shot in the face take away from his MANLY MANLINESS]

I... feel... a lot... better... now, you're here, darlin'.

[He tried to smile. It hurt alot and he winced]