Entry tags:
18th metal . spam . duration of flood
[ Zane keeps to the deck as much as possible. (It doesn't occur to him to use the CES, unless someone points it out.)
He balances on the railing easily, as naturally as if he was standing on solid ground. Darts along it, trying to see the bottom of the endless well of stars, if there is one. Maybe he tosses a coin out into the emptiness and Pushes it down, trying to see if it ever stops.
Otherwise, he'll be on top of the greenhouse, climbing things, staying as high as he can.
When he's belowdecks, he similarly tries to stick to open rooms and high places. Between them, he moves quickly, with the awareness of someone who is ready for attack.
He also steals bits of metal, wherever he can. Cutlery, coins. Whatever he can find. ]
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He balances on the railing easily, as naturally as if he was standing on solid ground. Darts along it, trying to see the bottom of the endless well of stars, if there is one. Maybe he tosses a coin out into the emptiness and Pushes it down, trying to see if it ever stops.
Otherwise, he'll be on top of the greenhouse, climbing things, staying as high as he can.
When he's belowdecks, he similarly tries to stick to open rooms and high places. Between them, he moves quickly, with the awareness of someone who is ready for attack.
He also steals bits of metal, wherever he can. Cutlery, coins. Whatever he can find. ]
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[Hands reach out and pick Zane up from under the arms, pulling him off the railing]
God damn squirts.
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Unfortunately, if Chris let's go, this will have the result of slamming Zane into the rail. Hard.]
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Hey! Chill, you animal. Motherfuck...
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Let me go!
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God, you're shit annoying even when you're tiny, Zane. No; you're going to fall off the fucking Barge.
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[ He tugs, halfheartedly, at Chris's grip. This is another time he doesn't feel threatened, exactly, and so he's not fighting as hard as he could be. ]
...who are you?
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[Rolling his eyes, Chris loosens his grip, sitting up]
My name's Chris.
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...I would have made us crash?
Do I know you? Are you one of the people I dream a lot?
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I've no idea. How am I supposed to know who you dream about?
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I remember you. You're a friend.
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