1st Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Voice]

[This voiced bit is made after this hapadash intro here. Getting to be around sunset now]

So, is this Slayer part two here, show up in some "other world?" Gotta say, this is totally toy if it is.

But hey, girl's gotta do, right? So any lurks out there, here I am. Come find me, I dare you.

[To be honest, she's not sure if she believes this is the case or not. She's just restless - to be out of Versi, to not be near Gates or Erin or her new flat with all the heritage she was just beginning to discover. To assume - or perhaps more accurately, pretend - that showing up in this weird wing-world is an extension of that whole deal.

If anyone wants an action portion instead, she's wishing she had her scythe or blaster hanging out around central plaza, on one of the shop roofs, watching people. At least she has on her own set of clothes by now]

Comments

[voice]

[makeitquick]

Dunno what a "Scottish" is. ...But I'm Melaka.

[voice]

[all7seas]

Scottish: noun. The state of being large, drunk, cursedly argumentative, skinflintish, and possibly ginger. Also? Large beards. Also? The men wear kilts about and throw trees.

Captain Jack Sparrow, Melaka: pleased to make your acquaintance.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

Lost me at the beards and I dunno what a kilt is but otherwise I'd swear you were describing to me your average pump. [She actually laughs a bit here]

Yeah... good to meet you too. "Captain," mind if I ask if I'm talkin' to a Law?

[voice]

[all7seas]

If you're talkin'.....Ha! Hahahaha! No! Ha! No, not the law, mistress. Pirate. We only enjoy the law in as far as we do not obligate ourselves to follow it. And pimps don't look like that at ALL, in my experience!

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[makeitquick]

Pump, not pimp. More steroids, less prostitutes.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

But hey, a guy on the "wrong" side of the Laws. Always reassuring to have, no matter the situation.

[voice]

[all7seas]

[Heh. Thinks I'm reassuring this slayer! Lovely!]

Always reassuring to BE that unlawful man, coincidentally. You'll be interested to note that there is a highly annoying vampire here by the name of Angel.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

[...Oh, more work. She drops into a somewhat more serious tone]

Angel, huh? Almost as out there as "Icarus" as names go.

[voice]

[all7seas]

Aye. He's an insufferable bastard, actually. If he were staked, I wouldn't shed any tears over it.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

Lurks tend to be. Any haunts he tends to have?

[voice]

[all7seas]

Building Six---not far from the Battle Dome.

Says he's a champion, eh? Claims to have a soul, but I don't see it.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

Soul? Wait, lurks don't have those.

[voice]

[all7seas]

This one does, actually, and it makes him all the more insufferable. Seems to think it entitles him to lecture pirates on things of which he has no idea what he's talking about.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

Soul... vampires can have... souls?

[Could Harth have a soul?

No. No. She can't think about the what-ifs, but the idea that it is possible for a lurk to have a soul is filling her head with flights of fancy. With wishes.]

[voice]

[all7seas]

Apparently there's only two. They're both utter knobs. The souls, to my mind, are very likely made of cheesecloth stuffed with rejected pork innards.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

[Only two. How? Can she-? No, would she even want to? Even if she did get Harth back his soul, after everything's he's done...

No. No, she can't have this chain of thought]

...You said pirate. What's a pirate?

[voice]

[all7seas]

What's a pirate?

...

Pirates, darling, are just splendid bright cheerful lovely fellows what don't mean a lick of harm to anyone ever. They're lovely to have about, really. And devilishly handsome, mostly.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

[....Pfft. Okay, she snickers at that.]

Right, and I'm a cred-pushing Uppers gal. Don't spin me, "Captain," or your lurk-story sounds less reliable.

[voice]

[all7seas]

Right. Pirates are marauding cheating rapscallions. Myself, I've put off the marauding for a bit to honor...well, a slayer, if you must know. Aaaaand a doctor. Made a promise, me, but I'm a dishonest man and, well...

[A pirate will out, eventually.]

Also, it is rather extraordinary---how you talk.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

[What the hell is a "rapscallion" ? But she gets what it means, and all at once she feels a sort of kinship to this guy. Wow, weird. She almost comments on that promise, but no, let's drop that for now]

Is it? Lotta people in Versi talk this

[voice]

[all7seas]

Sounds a bit Creole to my ears. Not so much like Tia, and yet everything like Tia. Poetical. I like it.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

[Poetic?]

Thanks?

[Wow, put at a loss for words so much by one man. In one conversation]

[voice]

[all7seas]

You're very welcome, darling. Remember what I said, eh? Angel. Vampire. Vampires need staking.

[voice]

[makeitquick]

Yeah, keeping it in mind, Captain. Though, also good for you to to fig in that I'm not "Slayer for hire" here.

[Since the soul bit, she can't help but wonder if this is personal... but she'll still check it out anyway]

...Not for less than a sil, at least.

[voice]

[all7seas]

Hmm? Oh! Ho! No, darling. I'd never dream of paying you to do something you're born and bred and destined for! It rather cheapens the whole ordeal, if you ask myself.