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if u were a dnd character
what class would u be
if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.
if u were a dnd character
what class would u be
if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.
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( look, some places are longer than others. some don't even bother with the concept at all. )
I'd have to do a conversion. And fuck yeah, smoke away. I won't judge. But a word to the wise — if you see that fucking nannybot, run.
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[Halfway through the act of perching the fresh cigarette between his lips, Cain glances up, bewildered.]
I mean, I smoked earlier in that nature room and nobody cared... [Or, he didn't get caught.] Is there a rule or something?
lmaoooo how low can u go!!
( ... not technically unt...rue? )
I don't think there's a rule, but that little fucking robot hates me.
( it's not because of the smoking. it's because he's a slob. seriously no one should ever let this man cook. or eat. )
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[Sir, do you take people to your messy room to fuck.]
Okay, well. Thanks. [...] You don't gotta stick around if you're busy, or whatever. Just wanted to see if it worked.
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... and no, he fucks in their rooms, obviously. )
I'm not busy. Apparently the mission's a few days out yet, so we're just on... what, shore leave? until then.
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You been around yet? I was gonna check out the training room. [A baleful glance over his shoulder, back to the infirmary.] Can't do much yet, according to them, 'cause I'm on bedrest. But I want to see it.
[He'd better be well enough to fight by the time they're on the first real mission. After what happened with Nikolai... He needs to be ready.]
Or I guess I could eat. [A shrug.] You made that fruit look good.
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Bedrest, and yet here you are. Man after my own heart. Okay, C-man, let's do the ten cent tour. Training room's on the way to the mess anyway, this whole place is like a fucking circle.
( as he says it, he loops one finger around in the air in a gesture that's more commonly used to describe some poor soul that's cuckoo for cocoa puffs. )
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You ever been in space before? [Bites his tongue on C-man, undecided on whether that is better or worse than honey.] This is all pretty familiar, just... fancier. And we get access to most of it. Did you get your own room?
[A curious lift of his head as they start walking the circle, because he's only stayed in the infirmary so far. Privacy like that just seems unlikely.]
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( like. u know. on his own. without a spaceship. for a while.
it's fun if you ignore that it's also shitty.
cy falls into step beside him, sort of schlepping along. there's an uncanny grace to how he moves that doesn't quite scan human but also doesn't strongly scan as anything else. maybe he did ballet in a former life, who knows. )
And yeah, private room. Mostly because I'm not going to inflict my utter inability to clean up after myself on anyone else. I've had roommates. That way leads danger.
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Probably, he shouldn't have let a total stranger teleport to him. Mistakes were made.]
Lucky. [Cain has learned to be tidy only as a result of owning next to nothing during his enlistment. Military rules.] I'd rather have the privacy too, but I dunno if they'll give me my own room.
[He sticks his head into the training room once they reach it, surveying, but he makes no move to go in. What's the point? He can't do anything in here yet.]
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( he doesn't give the kid a sideways glance. no tells, no obvious signs. but he's got that feeling again, and after a long moment he pats down his hideous hawaiian shirt for his own pack of cigarettes that are definitely rumpled and maybe look like they've been through the wash or something.
why was he bumming a hit earlier? because he's Just Like That.
unlike cain, he does step into the training room. not to actually use any of the shit, because haha, haha, no. but just: )
Man, they really worked hard to make this as unsexy as possible, didn't they? Woof.
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[When the pack of cigarettes appears in Cy's hands from one of his pockets, he... stares.
Dude. Really? Are you serious?]
Looks normal to me. What were you expecting? [Cain hangs in the doorway, narrow eyed.] If you wanna test out your magic here, probably a good place to do it. Or is it just the one trick?
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I was hoping for something that I could misappropriate in kinky ways. Like, I don't know, a sexy saw horse or something? I would've settled for some handcuffs, damn.
( let him live, he wanted a dungeon. )
But nah, got a few tricks. Believe you me, I ain't gotta test 'em out though. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Tell you what, the going gets rough I'll hide behind you.
( he turns back to face cain, winking broadly in a way that makes the double entendre impossible to miss. because he absolutely cannot be normal about anything, ever. )
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Training is for combat here, not sex. Not that I don't like the fantasy. [A sexy saw horse? He has no idea what that is, but handcuffs are a common, worlds-defying staple, so he can run the premise to its conclusion.] You're gonna have to get that somewhere else. Maybe the simulation room? But then the fucking isn't real.
[Cain's mind wanders, because now he's curious if anyone has ever tried that before, back in the Alliance. A curious, horny technician could do it easy.]
Sure, I'll protect you. [Weight leaning to one side with his arms crossed, Cain looks confident.] But you're a pretty big guy, I think they'll see you right behind me. And I don't have any of that fancy magic stuff. All I've got are guns, knives, and fists. And maybe some handcuffs.
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or do.
i mean. it's your life!! ) it's just the surroundings that aren't real.
( he's seen so much weird scifi bullshit in his day that the idea of hard light constructs in a controlled simulation environment barely raise an eyebrow. they've got an entire sunlight room that is apparently much bigger on the inside than its external measurements suggest, and the engineer in him has been going fucking wild trying to parse that one. he does hate it when things don't live up to the three laws in an easily digestible fashion.
cain's furtherance of that discussion gets a laugh, and cy gives him a very meaningful once over. )
I'm sure you're big enough where it counts, my guy. ( a playful nudge to one shoulder. ) And honestly, never sell the value of a good set of cuffs short. It's wild what you can get up to in 'em.
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He'll have to take Cy's word, unless he happens upon a chance to test it out for himself. Which... it seems that this guy is flirting with him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested—dark eyes lingering longer than polite on the definition of muscle—but the thought hiccups, gets stuck like a rock in his throat on the next swallow. Fuck, when did he get so sentimental?]
Yeah, I bet. [A nudge back, playful even as he whips away in the next moment, back toward the door. Hot and cold.] Maybe I'll think about cuffs when I can bend over without wanting to puke. Ugh. You ever been shot before?
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it's not like he's really gone out of his way to keep a lid on things. there's hell and gone weirder shit here than someone who regenerates. he's already given cain a ballpark of his age, so he doesn't even really need to cop to the rest. instead, his attention flickers downward to the source of that pain, and his face is briefly taut in a moue of sympathy. the frailty of humans, ladies and gents.
in what is, resoundingly, the first serious-sounding thing he's said for the entire dick-kick of this conversation: )
Yeah. It sucks, I'm sorry. ( he leaves it at that for a moment, and then draws an exaggerated breath and dives right back into that lighter tone. ) For what it's worth I've seen like, six million people so far on the network bragging about magical healing, maybe one of them can help out? Not in my grab bag of goodies, unforch.
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I wasn't looking at the network much. [Mouth tugging, halfway to a smirk.] Except for your stupid post. Dunno why it was the first one I saw. But I'll try to find someone, 'cause I don't want to go out like this on the next mission.
You coming? I'm hungry.
[He walks out the door, leaving Cy and his ugly hawaiian shirt to keep up.]
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( look, he is... shameless, immune to fucks, and sometimes it's just easier to have somebody else do these things for you. vulnerability's a bitch.
in answer to that second piece, he sort of jogs to keep up. he's a lanky bitch, so the distance closes quick. he falls into step beside the guy and on they march. for food, and the glory of rome. or something?? )
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[Cain glances sideways, casual, hands tucking into the pockets of the dark hoodie he's wearing as they walk.]
Sure, whatever. Be my guest. [Cy is friendly, and helpful—and maybe he's taking advantage of that now. Any guilt elicited is pressed down, because it's a matter of reality. Nothing's changed.] Just make sure they're not... weird about it. If they want money or something, fine, but I don't have much right now so they're gonna have to deal with that.
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( 'weird about it'. yeah, he fuckin' bets. he laces his fingers behind his head as he walks, which ruffles his hair into a fluffy halo. somebody forgot to stock a decent fucking hair product in this joint, no cap. and he is the one suffering for it. his vanity! someone think of his vanity pls. )
I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to charge anybody for healing in a place like this. Seems like a great way to have your front liners say 'fuck you' when you get your l'il medical panties in a twist later on.
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He watches Cy mess with his hair, which would almost be cute if not for the preoccupation of his thoughts.]
... All right. You ask someone who says they'll do it and I'll go to 'em. [They've completed the circle back around, finding themselves near the armory and sunlight room. Cain's brow furrows.] How do you get to the kitchen from here? Are they just gonna let us in?
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( he gestures towards the sunlight room doors. which he then graciously hits the door panel to open, standing aside with an expansive bow to indicate that cain should precede him thither. )
You gotta cut through here. This place was not designed by a civil engineer lemme tell ya h'wat.
( who puts tech storage right next to food!! that is against like, three different regulations off the top of his head, man. )
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What did I say? We aren't friends. [His smile blunts the landing.] You're just my magical tour guide right now. Tall, handsome, could use a hairbrush, likes to talk a whole lot of nothing...
[Horny might be another worthy descriptor, but he keeps it to himself for now. Don't throw stones in glass houses.]
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( but, you know, he's not going to argue with that whole lot of nothing. he's more just surprised that somebody picked up on it so fast. always gotta watch the clever ones. not smart, clever. the ones who've had to be mindful of others, their moods, their behaviours, their attitudes, just to survive. they're the ones that'll eat you alive.
he kicks a rock off the path. it's weird, how real it feels. then, iantha's dreamscapes were always just the same. )
Sooner or later we'll have matching BFF necklaces and we'll be gossiping over boys together while we paint each other's nails. I know the score, Cee.
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