Bullet 5 [VAMPIRES. I HATE VAMPIRES]

[hadalotofsugar]

[The comm clicks on with no flourish to announce it. When King's voice comes on board, it sounds tired and frustrated, like he wants to rip someone's throat out. There is also a distinct lack of sarcasm, which is telling.]

For those of you who've heard our newest batch of passengers, this guy [Frost's userid] should be avoided at all costs. His name

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[brynkitten]

[What.

The.

Fuck?]

...

Where are you?

[hadalotofsugar]

[Ping, its Bryn. He'll respond to this.]

My room.

[brynkitten]

[She didn't want to ask all these questions over the comm, and if he'd had a run in with a vampire it seemed like it might be good to stop for supplies before dropping in.]

Alright.

[Bryn hit up the clinic, the buffet, and the closest bar she could get to before heading to King's room with just-in-case supplies. He didn't sound like he was in pain, however he also didn't sound like himself which was cause for immediate concern.

Knock, knock, King. You've got company.]

[hadalotofsugar]

[King's in front of the mirror examining the damage when Bryn knocks. He walks over and checks the peephole before he opens the door. He's only sporting a black eye and a reopened cut this time around, if you want to ignore the ring of bruises around his neck. Vampires are strong, you know.]

Me casa es su casa, as they say.

[He steps back to let her in, taking in the supplies she's carrying.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

A what?

[hadalotofsugar]

[Short chuckle.]

Vampire. An infected human that drains other humans of their blood to survive themselves.

I know it sounds crazy, man, but...

[heavyweaponsbot]

That is disgusting!

[He's heard a lot of crazy bullshit since he's been here, that doesn't quite bother him.]

The humans in danger?

[hadalotofsugar]

Yeah, it pretty much is.

[King pauses to consider that.]

...Not sure. I don't think he'd have any qualms killing a human, but I know the crew provides for 'special dietary needs'.

Still, this guy's bad news regardless.

[electronichound]

You struck first.

[hadalotofsugar]

[Derisive snort.]

Guy tries to become a fucking blood god, which is ensured to pretty much destroy the world if he does.

Now, I'm all for second chances, but suffice to say, some shit just don't fly.

[electronichound]

That was stupid.

[hadalotofsugar]

Me or him? Because I'd agree that we both occupy varying levels of stupidity.

[psychoticracer]

Well aren't you simply a font of useful information.

[Erol has definitely got to look this guy up. Psychotic, violent and with delusions of destroying the world? They should get along just swimmingly, especially taking into account Erol's future self with a penchant for destroying planets.]

[hadalotofsugar]

I'm also good at cooking, laundry, and I make a mean martini.

[stonesnotsticks]

'S kinda weird that two of the people the captain yells at say they was fightin' bad folks that jus' showed up.

[He's unlikely to bring this up with the other person for some reason... must be because he's French.]

[hadalotofsugar]

That psychopath known as the captain doesn't really take too kindly to anyone fighting, even if the bastard in question deserves it.

[...Wait Billy sounds kinda young.]

Always have a good reason to hit someone.

[Better.]

[stonesnotsticks]

[He takes a minute to follow King's conversation with Deacon... well, there go most of his doubts.]

So why didn' the other guy get a strike? He was fightin' too, right?

[hadalotofsugar]

[Oh, good. King doesn't have to argue the bad points of vampire blood gods.]

I hit him first, and its the one that hits first who gets the warning.