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[myironeyes]

[Open spam in the greenhouse.]

[It's a peculiar sight, even moreso than Marsh on his own. The man with spikes for eyes is carrying a very small, ugly, excitable cockatiel chick, carefully transferring her from one flowerbed to the next, letting her waddle intrepidly through the greenery, meticulously watching over her and snatching her gently away from any drop-offs or sinister-looking creeper vines while frowning in terse disapproval.]

[Private to Zane]

I'd like to teach you the fast way to kill an Inquisitor.

[It's neither an instruction nor a question; it's a preference. He knows Zane is struggling with his own relationship with violence right now. Zane could refuse, if he wants to.]

Just in case.


[Private to Barbara]

What is your opinion on mercy killing?


[Private to Erik]

How are you getting along with Kelsier?


[Private separately to Ned and Lua]

If you had to trust someone on this ship to kill you, who would it be?


[Private to Ryan Hardy]

I am your warden. I am still not a metaphor for anything.

We should meet.

Comments

Marsh

[bodilesswarrior]

[She eyes him thoughtfully, for a moment.]

If someone asks, and you're able to do it, I don't see a problem with it. Sometimes...death is the best solution.

Marsh

[myironeyes]

Sometimes, yes.

Marsh

[bodilesswarrior]

Why do you ask?

Marsh

[myironeyes]

I am...unusually vulnerable to certain kinds of psychic influence. I've heard stories about Silent Hill, and a place called Overlook.

[Said slightly awkwardly, like he isn't sure he's got it right.]

It's possible I might need to be taken down, in future. People recommended you.

private

[godsays]

How to kill you, you mean.

[myironeyes]

Yes.

[godsays]

All right.

[ He has misgivings. He can put them aside. ]

[myironeyes]

I assume you'd rather meet in your room.

[private]

[worksbetterinthepast]

[kinda hung over and sarcastic voice] Great, I get the pin-cushion.

[private]

[myironeyes]

Yes.

Does it bother you?

[private]

[worksbetterinthepast]

[Silence because it takes him a second to realize Marsh can't see a shrug.]

I've seen worse.

[private]

[myironeyes]

Miss Elena suggested I wear...sunglasses.

[The word is foreign to him, obviously so.]

It seemed too absurd.

[patheticvillain]

[Cassel is avoiding Zane. This means he's paying extra attention to stalking his other people, a list that's getting kind of unwieldy in length and suddenly includes Marsh. Cassel can't actually explain why. It just does.]

[Of course, it's not hard to stalk somebody who's carrying around a loud bird, so Cassel just walks up to him with his hands in his pockets and grins.]

Told you.

[myironeyes]

I concede nothing.

[ 8| ]

[patheticvillain]

She looks so happy.

[He's visibly tickled by this, and actually looks his age for a minute; he squats until he's at eye level with her, toddling across the flower bed. He wrinkles his nose.]

You pick a name yet, or what?

[myironeyes]

[It actually makes Marsh smile too, just a tiny bit, because after his kneejerk how can you tell, okay, yes, she totally does.]

I think it's mostly just the flowers.

And no, not yet.

[Private]

[deadly_ned]

Me.

[Private]

[myironeyes]

[When he first started contemplating his plan, the only goal was to prevent the necessity of it from ever falling on Kelsier. But he finds that circle curiously expanded. He doesn't want to ask Ned to kill him, or Jean, though he's sure she would, under the right circumstances, if he asked. His frown is small, almost soft.]

Why?

Re: [Private]

[deadly_ned]

I could do it bloodlessly, painlessly and with dignity.

And...reap certain benefits from it.

[surrenders]

[oh that's. quite a question right there. She doesn't know him quite well enough to guess why he asks, but has a guess, and will point it there.]

Never had to think about that before, never been that kind of sick or dangerous. Thought I needed killing, I... I'd do it myself, but if I didn't? You know Dean, right? Looks like that Ben kid except a few years older, lives a couple doors down from me. He's killed a lot of different kinds of things and doesn't think it's too much fun.

[myironeyes]

I met him.

[Marsh was baffled by him, mostly. But this is. Good to know.]

What kinds of things?

[surrenders]

Things that aren't human. That can do more than people can.

[Private]

[wecanavenge]

Why do you ask?

[Private]

[myironeyes]

Because he is my brother.

[Private]

[wecanavenge]

[Welp fair enough.]

Well enough. [Probably the easiest going warden he's had, but he tends to wait for the other shoe to drop.]