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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.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[It takes her a moment to consider. She doesn't really know the man; she's watched him, of course, as much as she watches anybody, but that can only tell you so much.

But reading people has become a survival technique, and he seems sincere.

If he's not, well. She'll have to prepared, that's all.]

Where would you like to meet?

[myironeyes]

Somewhere private. I don't care whose room.

[bodilesswarrior]

Let's go with yours, then. [It takes a lot, for her to invite someone into her tower - and besides, his room is probably better equipped to deal with demonstrations.] 820?

[myironeyes]

Yes. At your convenience.

[bodilesswarrior]

No time like the present. [She's already moving, though her hands are still holding her comm.]

[myironeyes]

[He can't see her, but he agrees with the sentiment, and nods.]

Soon, then.