(a flick of her wrist, several maps at her command. she's managed to hook her wrist communicator up and reroute it to her typical, familiar displays. which is good news for talon; she can make reaper applications.
this makes it far easier to visualize just how big eluvio is.)
...Three floors. How many of us have the damned idiots pulled in. [He exhales lowly, looking over at her as she brings up her display--right.]
...You need to fix mine to do that. I can't use damn touchscreens.
[Stupid, outdated technology. But that aside... he's going to look over this map. It's huge. She's not wrong--it's big enough to be a decently-sized city. But inside a space ship...]
This place is big enough to have its own gravitational pull.
[HE REACHES OVER TO GIVE THE BACK OF HER HEAD A SWAT. Whether or not it'll connect is always a mystery with her, but. She deserves it. How dare you, did you just call me FAT.
He's terribly vain, NEVER FORGeT.]
Don't know. What kind would you be?
Ah, one who won't be getting any calls from me. That's who.
(bowing forward like she's in the presence of royalty, feeling the swipe narrowly miss, before righting herself with a perky little bounce of styled hair. she's lucky she's short, dodging him can be made easy.
snickering...)
And ay, what a tragedy that'd be, am I right? I can't listen to you complain all day about inconsequential things and the lack of shit to do? How will I ever survive?
[Yeah, of course she'd avoid his swat. He's what. 0/30 on that by now? He's lost count. Either way, he gives a small scoff and a sneer under that owl-like mask of his, letting his arms settle back down at his sides.]
Unless I'm having trouble remembering correctly.
It's usually you who sends me texts about whatever crosses your mind that needs venting about. Or pictures of 'scandalous' things you've found and can't wait to blackmail Lady X and Gentleman Y with next week.
[Yeah, he saw that. And he's not buying it, damn it. He clicks his claws against the side of his belt, an almost irritated little flick of fingers before he rolls his head to the side.]
Ammo would be important. Already got the briefing that violence to our... peers isn't going to be tolerated here. But I still want to be prepared. [He's a paranoid old ghost.]
He makes a rough sound, not unlike a noncommittal grunt at her inquiry.]
I got angry when I first showed up, but I didn't shoot anyone. It was after they saw the smoke coming off me that they decided I needed to be quarantined.
[Not shooting someone and not shooting are two different things.]
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(a flick of her wrist, several maps at her command. she's managed to hook her wrist communicator up and reroute it to her typical, familiar displays. which is good news for talon; she can make reaper applications.
this makes it far easier to visualize just how big eluvio is.)
See?
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...You need to fix mine to do that. I can't use damn touchscreens.
[Stupid, outdated technology. But that aside... he's going to look over this map. It's huge. She's not wrong--it's big enough to be a decently-sized city. But inside a space ship...]
This place is big enough to have its own gravitational pull.
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(oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit)
I'll take care of it, though, y'know I'm not gonna leave you in the dark. What kind of friend would I be?
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He's terribly vain, NEVER FORGeT.]Don't know. What kind would you be?
Ah, one who won't be getting any calls from me. That's who.
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snickering...)
And ay, what a tragedy that'd be, am I right? I can't listen to you complain all day about inconsequential things and the lack of shit to do? How will I ever survive?
(HYPOCRITE ALERT)
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Unless I'm having trouble remembering correctly.
It's usually you who sends me texts about whatever crosses your mind that needs venting about. Or pictures of 'scandalous' things you've found and can't wait to blackmail Lady X and Gentleman Y with next week.
[YOU CANT CALL THE KETTLE BLACK HERE.]
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Ammo would be important. Already got the briefing that violence to our... peers isn't going to be tolerated here. But I still want to be prepared. [He's a paranoid old ghost.]
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adjusting her course, the map following suit, sombra heads in the general direction of where the market's most recent location's been.)
Are you sure your body's what landed you in quarantine? Or were you making some trouble...
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He makes a rough sound, not unlike a noncommittal grunt at her inquiry.]
I got angry when I first showed up, but I didn't shoot anyone. It was after they saw the smoke coming off me that they decided I needed to be quarantined.
[Not shooting someone and not shooting are two different things.]
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(crooking a finger at him, HURRY UP YOU CLOUD OF ASH)
C'mon already, they're gonna sell out before we get there, old man.