5th Metal / open video

[godsays]

[ The video turns on Zane, who is somewhat disheveled, but, to the discerning eye, different than usual. Something too intent and high-strung has been muted, and there is a dangerous hint in his eyes. ]

Cassel is... hurt.

Someone needs to collect him.

Level 4, Cabin 12.

[ And video off. ]



[ ACTION SPAM (edited to add) ]

[ And now Zane is in zero.

He sits alone, arms crossed over his chest, his face hard and blank.

Come and visit! ]

Comments

[godsays]

I mean he asked for it.

Talk to him first.

[mistconduct]

No, asshole. I want you to tell me first.

[godsays]

It's not your business.

[mistconduct]

You are so unbelievably full of shit. This is my business. This is so far up my business that you would have to suffer traumatic brain injury before you believed that anything to do with Cassel's being hurt wasn't my business.

That sounds like a fucking awesome idea, by the way: traumatic brain injury. Maybe if I fucking concussed you into a fucking coma you could get stuck like that and spend your time on the Barge as a fucking vegetable.

[godsays]

I wouldn't recommend you try.

[mistconduct]

No, I really do want to try.

[godsays]

I'm not going to let you hurt me.

[mistconduct]

Then you fucking better prepare to kill me, asshole. Because if you don't, I'll kill you first. I will fucking end you. You can deathtoll and I'll be waiting outside the infirmary to shoot you again, and again, for however fucking long it takes until you get it through your goddamn head that as soon as you fucking touch Cassel you wrote yourself a goddamn death warrant.

[godsays]

[ Makes an irritated sound, and cuts the feed. ]