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[terminates]

[There's a brief silence when the feed cuts on, and when he speaks, there's a sort of detachment in his voice, a flatness that might be called businesslike were it not for a slight roughness in his tone.]

The General is dead.

[A beat.]

I'll bring him to the infirmary.

[Another pause, where he perhaps considers saying something more. Instead, he

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Because she was apparently standing watch through all such bouts!

[fanged_aleera]

No.

Not for you to do.

Ceiling Aleera is watching allll your bloody faitos.

[terminates]

[There's a pause, where he debates disputing her point. But then, he's a little worse for the wear himself. It's better left alone.]

You'll revive him after?

Bloody fellatios! D:

[fanged_aleera]

Of course.

My inmate.

[Private] It was pretty violent...

[terminates]

[After a pause, he switches to a filter.]

Why'd you let him do it?

[Because it's been puzzling him a bit.]

[notarrowette]

Did you seriously--[and she's going to cut herself off and be pissed, because GDI Slade, WTF are you doing signing up for that shit. And how are these death matches even happening. RARGH BAD MOOD CISSIE ENGAGED.]

[terminates]

[Because they are bored warrior types who would rather be in their proper graves than deal with the farce that is the Barge. That's why.

And no, he's not saying anything. The answer should be obvious.]

[notarrowette]

[There's a significant amount of time that passes before she says something else, because she's having a tantrum in her room and building herself up into a nice little rage. She's thisclose to making an angry post about this, but first has something to say to you, Slade.]

For the record, the next time you want to sign up for a glorified suicide, you might want to stop and consider the fact that there are people here who care about what happens to you and who don't want to see you dead, even though death doesn't stick here. That doesn't mean it doesn't count. We don't want to see you miserable either. But clearly, if you're signing up for this shit, you're not exactly thinking about anyone but yourself. So, fine. Just make sure you go to the damn infirmary if you're hurt.

[Yes. Yes, that's Cissie admitting she cares about you, Slade. Or at least if you live or die. DEAL WITH IT.]

[terminates]

[Unfortunately, Cissie, it doesn't really matter to him if you care or not. He's not even going to both responding to that first part.]

I don't need to.

[Healing factor. He'll patch himself up.]

[leadsthestars]

[Two of her favorite people! Fighting to the death! How...sexy.]

What is this?

[terminates]

[It was very sexy.]

He wanted a death match.

['And I gave it to him.']

[leadsthestars]

[...rwar.]

Was it a good fight?

[terminates]

[They shoulda sold tickets.]

It was.

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman knows this guy! Kind of! Maybe!]

....You just killed the guy?

[terminates]

[Are you still in the land of crazy, Hoffman? Slade disapproves.]

I did.

[expectremorse]

[He's coming back! Kind of! Maybe!]

...I just killed someone too.

[He thinks, possibly.]

[terminates]

[:|]

Who?

[Private]

[most_feared]

I bet he gave you a hell of a ride.

[He can't go play in the death matches. His wife won't let him. Frowny face. He hopes you guys had fun, though!]

[Private]

[terminates]

[A little wry:] He did.

[You should ditch that frumpy wife of yours, K. And it was! In a "oh look, I'm killing someone else I actually kind of care about (again)" kind of way. Very nostalgic.]

[Private]

[most_feared]

I'll have to go see 'im in the infirmary. [Amusement, 'cause he knows Chang probably wouldn't take any coddling at all.

And the frumpy wife tried to make up for it by giving him a nearly brain frying memory of looking into the recesses of the time and space and all of existence. It's not murder, but it helps a little.]

[Private]

[terminates]

I might. [Not sure, yet.

Can't compare to the real thing! Peace offerings are good, though.]