[Scream Two - Kinda Like Camping] [Audio]

[osilentlamb]

[The crackling of flames can be heard in the background, along with Clarice chuckling to herself in a way that seems almost exasperated.]

Well damn. Looks like the boat really is on fire. How come the entire thing hasn't gone up in flames?

Actually, forget I said that. Apparently this place has no logic, and I'm not in the mood for long-winded

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[does_everything]

Ready and willing, sugar.

[osilentlamb]

[Sweet talker, huh? Well, it looks like she'll need all the allies she can get in this place. It should be easy enough to block out, after all.]

Then why don't you join me?

[does_everything]

Oooh, I love it when you get all assertive!

Where at, baby?

[osilentlamb]

The fire on deck 11. Watch out, though, Erol just showed up.

[psychoticracer]

Ooooh. That’s my deck.

Should I...~?

Yes I think I will.

[Hi Clarice. Here’s Erol. He has red hair, dark yellow eyes, blue-grey tattoos and VERY long, prominent pointed ears. Enjoy the species clash!

He’s casually dressed, smirking like the cat that caught the canary as he strolls up to you. The elf seems completely relaxed though his posture betrays military training, if you know how to spot it]

You must be the Starling girl.

[osilentlamb]

S'me. You must be Erol.

[She gives him a once-over. Short, but not without muscles, and from his stance he knew what he was doing. If it came to a fight, she'd most likey be a goner without her gun. Then there's the physical differences. Long ears - probably a trait from the world he comes from, but they just as easily have been done by some cracked plastic surgeon - tattoos, probably for identification.

Overall, she's wary, but not too intimidated. Yet.]

[skyion]

Ooh, I'll join!

*Tina soon arrives, smiling very cheerfully. He's an androgynous blond youth who looks quite human, except the fact his wild eyes are a brilliant sky blue, and a faint breeze constantly surrounds him. He's drssed in old-fashioned-looking clothes of light blue white and gray*

Hello, I'm Tina ibn Miraaj, nice to meet you!

*He puts Clarice between himself and Erol as he sits down*

[psychoticracer]

Mmm. Guilty as charged.

[gives a mocking half-bow and places himself on the opposite side of the corridor, comfortably leaning against the wall just far enough away from the fire to feel the heat. When Tina strolls up, he eyes the boy disdainfully and snorts. Putting himself between the rapist and the girl? Oh, very subtle. And it wouldn’t help in the least if he decided to go for her]

Ain’t a slumber party, movie boy. Fuck off.

[Turns the whole of his attention back towards the round-ear girl. He eyes her up like a hungry dog deciding whether there was enough meat left on the bone to be worth a second go-round, or if he should just crack it open for the marrow]

So this is your city’s version of military force? Don’t look like you could so much as take on a Swiper if someone gave you a Blaster mod and pointed you in the right direction. Desk job, I’d bet.

[osilentlamb]

[She takes in the blonde, quickly realising he either has an incredible amount of naivety, or is just incapable of reading a potentially dangerous situation. A nod of greeting, and then she returns her attention to Erol.

Normally, she'd ask what the hell he was talking about, but showing a lack of knowledge could be all he needed to tip the scales. It would be better if she could shoot back with some terminology he'd be unfamiliar with, but as she doesn't know what there is in his world, that's going to be difficult. Parry, then.]

You'd bet wrong, then.

[Almost says more, but decides against it. The less she gives him to work with, the better.]

[psychoticracer]

[Erol’s smirk broadens as he quickly recognizes that she’s giving short answers so as to provide him with as little information as possible. So. She does have some brains, then. There’s a quick rush of nostalgia as he remembers interrogation sessions that started out exactly like this. Mar, how she’d be a nice one to pry information out of.

Pity how there was simply nothing he needed from her.]

In that case you must come from a soft-ass city. I knew some of the round-ears here were cream puffs, but that explains a few things if they’re used to getting pushed around by little porcelain dolls like you.

Probably not even at war.

[Tone dripping with contempt for ‘peacetime’ nations]

[shenghuanzhe]

It's magical fire, essentially.

[osilentlamb]

Magic.

Right.