22 - Now I have a switchblade. Ho Ho Ho.
May. 28th, 2012 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
with_my_teacupThis is cute. Homey. I've been on planets like this. Would I rather be on the other side of the barrier having a steak? Yeah. But this'll keep my hand in.
Oh hey, that's what I'm smelling.
[Riddick stoops over a dead body half-concealed in an alley, turning it unconcernedly-- this one looks like he died from repeated blunt object to the face. He rifles through the pockets, examining and replacing anything useless. Like currency.
In the boot, though, he finds something that brings a soft smile to his wide mouth; holds up a little metal handle that, with a buttonflick, sprouts a blade.]
That's a good start.
[Filtered to the Marquis]
Oh hey, Warden, you on the ground or in the boat?
Oh hey, that's what I'm smelling.
[Riddick stoops over a dead body half-concealed in an alley, turning it unconcernedly-- this one looks like he died from repeated blunt object to the face. He rifles through the pockets, examining and replacing anything useless. Like currency.
In the boot, though, he finds something that brings a soft smile to his wide mouth; holds up a little metal handle that, with a buttonflick, sprouts a blade.]
That's a good start.
[Filtered to the Marquis]
Oh hey, Warden, you on the ground or in the boat?
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Date: 2012-05-28 09:16 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-05-28 09:24 pm (UTC)There's a food shortage on. Not a good place to be an animal. Where are you?
Private
Date: 2012-05-28 09:28 pm (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2012-05-28 10:34 pm (UTC)I'm coming to find you two.
Private
Date: 2012-05-28 11:05 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-05-28 11:07 pm (UTC)[His tone is very, very slightly pissy.]
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 04:54 am (UTC)[The city street was a mass of dead bodies, carnage the likes of which the Marquis had not seen in years, with his Inmate standing erect in the center of it all. He holds onto Renate's lead with frozen, horrified insistence, but as each command falls on deaf ears, yet another one falls. Too many, too quickly to count, like the devastating force of a rifle volley all concentrated into a single man.]
Riddick!
[And his pistol is out. Sorely outdated for the time which they are visiting, but loaded. Always. And usually the furthest thing from his mind. With the last fallen it is just the three of them now.]
I made my terms clear to you when we first spoke.
[His voice is breathless, shaking. There's so much blood, he can smell it.]
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:01 am (UTC)They were trying to kill us, you realize.
[He looks disapproval at his warden, jaw out.]
And the big ones weren't going to stop.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:05 am (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:09 am (UTC)[There's a tone of genuine frustration and incomprehension. Just the faintest note.]
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:11 am (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:22 am (UTC)Well if it bothers you that much.
[A lever. The psychological heft of it-- it's like a knife-hilt in his hand, if he can get the balance right.]
C'mon then. These people ain't getting any less dead. What happens if you don't res me?
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:25 am (UTC)[He puts away the pistol and tugs Renate along toward the nearest route away.]
Considering that was a fate someone saw fit to spare you, I suggest you take that to heart.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:27 am (UTC)[He sounds in good spirits, strolling along with them. ]
But I approve. Always been my philosophy, too. Much better to get rid of a threat forever, then just poke it, let it hang around.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:30 am (UTC)[Renate pads alongside them, her ears laid back with concern]
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:32 am (UTC)You, on the other hand... no guarantees.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:34 am (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:36 am (UTC)[His little smile is still tugging at his mouth, his voice playful even as the blood dries on him.]
So. Where we off to? Take in a play? Five star restaurant?
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:38 am (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:42 am (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:45 am (UTC)Not like it did when he first encountered the Abbe on the Barge. No, he's safe from that. But it's enough that he knows he needs to sit soon. Catch his breath. Clear his mind.
...And the Admiral promised this would be a more relaxing port.]
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:52 am (UTC)In here.
[He can smell the stress, not subsiding. Blood... what is it about the blood? It's not something that bothers him, and only one death has ever really impacted him-- other people can't feel that way about everyone who dies, but he guesses somewhere in the middle is what the Marquis is feeling.
He heads towards a fire-door that was left ajar in a mad rush of evacuation.]
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 05:57 am (UTC)A moment. I just need a moment.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 06:01 am (UTC)Only ruthless shits and criminals thrive here. Whole city's a prison. Appropriate port for some of us.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 06:02 am (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 02:24 pm (UTC)So why do you stick around?
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 02:27 pm (UTC)[He shuts his eyes a moment, willing himself to further calm with a deep sigh. The scent invading his nostrils is one of decay -- not of bodies, but perhaps of wood, or plant matter, somewhere in the building. It was the smell of moisture staying too long. In many ways, still better than blood.]
I stay because it is my home now.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 02:32 pm (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-01 11:31 pm (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-02 02:17 am (UTC)Weren't you a soldier or something? I wasn't expecting such a weak stomach on you.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-02 05:18 am (UTC)[He opens his eyes to glance at him]
And everyone must grow up at some point.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-02 05:21 am (UTC)[He shakes his head.]
Twenty guys jump us because we look like easy targets. And you're mourning them.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-02 05:27 am (UTC)[He shakes his head.]
Being ready to put needless death behind you -- and using others as a means to an end rather than an end in themselves -- is maturity.
[Kant, Donatien? You must be dizzy.]
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-02 05:33 am (UTC)I like breathing, warden. Some days it's all you can do.
[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-02 05:40 am (UTC)[Spam - Later in the Port]
Date: 2012-06-02 08:52 am (UTC)Let's not play like you haven't read my file.
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Date: 2012-05-28 10:07 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-05-28 11:07 pm (UTC)Could you at least pretend to be concerned that the mass murderer has a weapon? You know. For my sake.
Private
Date: 2012-05-28 11:09 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-05-28 11:11 pm (UTC)You're a pain in the ass, you know that?
[Women and girls tend to read him a lot faster than men do. It's just something he's come to grips with. Sigh.]
How're you for defensive weaponry?
Private
Date: 2012-05-28 11:54 pm (UTC)I am set. In fact I am going to see what I can find as far as hidden equipment around here, because it will probably come in handy.
Private
Date: 2012-05-28 11:58 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-05-29 12:00 am (UTC)