[Open Commentlog] Finally out and about!
[Well damn, it seems Malkus is completely out of the food he stored in his bag. Though it wasn't much (few apples, onion, a carrot...) it was just enough to keep him going...Well, until now at least. He's pretty hungry, starving even!
There's food somewhere on this ship, he knows that much. But it's impossible to tell where anything is if he's ( Read more... )
There's food somewhere on this ship, he knows that much. But it's impossible to tell where anything is if he's ( Read more... )
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He's doing his best to find a sense of normalcy around here, and, unfortunately, the sight he walks in on... sort of ruins that.]
... Um. You need a plate or somethin'...?
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Wh-...What? ...O-Oh...Erm...
[He doesn't seem to move, still staring right at you.
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Well the man hasn't stabbed at Malkus...yet...or made any death threats...yet...So perhaps he doesn't need to make a run for it...yet...]
I don't really...
[He glanced down at his bag, already half full of a messy mixture of various foods and sauces. To some it might be a bit unappealing but to him it's a glorious gift from god]
...A plate...Well, I suppose...
[He reaches over for a plate...Piles up a bit of food onto it...and dumps it into his bag]
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[He looks back up at the man, noticing the powdered sugar and the pastry in his mouth...He's not really sure what to say.]
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He tries a smile.]
N-No. You don't... do that.
[A laugh.]
You act like you never saw a plate before, there, friend! You don't have to dump it in there.
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H-Heh, well. It's not that I don't know how to use such a complicated tool, I'm simply trying to snatch as much as I can get before something comes and sees me as part of this little feast here.
[He picks up his bag by the handle, shuffling over to the dessert section. He turns his head towards the man when he hears the word "friend". Well that's good! He's making friends on this ship!]
...Erm...My name is Malkus, kind sir. [He nods. Now's a better time than any for an introduction, he supposes]
[He can't help but slip a slice of fruit under his mask, grabbing and tossing a piece or two of cake, a few donuts, and a cookie...or six...into his bag...]
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He KNOWS you from somewhere, Mister Bird Man.]
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This all looks so good, I can't decide wha-
[His head pops up, seeing a tablecloth shift and move in the corner of his eye]
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[He's dead silent, quickly turning his head to the table. His whole body tensing up again.]
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[Oh god, oh god, what could be under that table?! The angle he's standing prevents him from getting a clear view of the little one. For all he knows it could be a rabid animal, wanting to gnaw at his legs...His precious gnaw-able legs...]
...Hello? ...
[He refuses to move any closer to the table, tossing a bread roll in its direction instead. Getting ready to flee at any moment, his hand clenched tightly around the handle of his bag]
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...Oh.
He peers upwards eyes finding Mister Bird Man again and stopping. Uh... Link didn't stare him, did he? He would feel bad. He raises one little hand to wave it slowly, but just in case, he doesn't completely emerge from his hideout.]
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[...He squints...Yes...Yes that's a little hand waving at him from under the table, alright]
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[He blinks, tilting his head...A little hand is usually connected to a little body...At least....They're usually attached to little bodies...]
U-...Uh....
[After thinking for a moment, Malkus decides to slowly raise his hand aswell, waving back slightly. Going back to complete silence.]
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[Oh dear, what if it's a child? Who would leave a small child left to scamper about a ship?! ...It could be a little monster...Monsters could come in all shapes and sizes...right? Still all just as deadly...Malkus decides to keep his guard up.]
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She watches him in mild confusion for a moment, before resting her hands on her hips and calling out to him.]
Good heavens Malkus, what on earth are you doing?
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...N-Nothing...Just collecting emergency rations...You know...Incase of emergency...Like...Sudden hunger...
[He smiles, behind his mask, happy to see a familiar face here. Though noticing the armor rather quickly.]
...And yourself? You're not planning to get into a fight or anything, are you!
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Would you like some help?
[Alice realizes she looks quite strange, and glances down at herself once before looking back up and quirking a smile.]
Well, I did hear a good friend of mine attempting to 'rally' people, as it were, though the why's and how's of it are still unknown, I thought perhaps it would be best to don what I arrived in. I did my best to clean off the Jabberwocky blood but I don't believe I've gotten it all. IT seems to stain something dreadful, even on armor.
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I'm quite alright, really. Thank you though! A rally? Something I ought to be aware of? And...E-erm...Yes I do think blood...even monster blood would be hard to scrub out.
[He set down his bag, remembering he had little Links room number scribbled down on a piece of paper in his jacket pocket.]
I'm going to safely assume you have a room on this ship aswell. I suppose it'd be good to know where it is if I were ever walking about and needed something!
[He offers her a piece of cake he was planning on stuffing into his bag]
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