aaron paul without the swearing

[servitor]

( Since we're all supposed to be real close and buddy buddy around here, anyone care to fill me in on your skills or training?

I'm not going to drill you and ask you to run laps, I promise. Not today at least.

... Unless you're with me, then you better be on the tenth lap and not a nap )

[You know who you are.]

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[erbier]

[ Ilde has never thought of the Station with any particular gender, mostly because she wasn't familiar with the concept. They did not have ships or cars or other vehicles affectionately dubbed in the feminine in the burned world... Although as she mulls the thought over, she is educated by the murmurs of the Consensus on the topic. Language was so interesting. ]

( Much more. Think kindly on her. )

[ The Station was their cradle, perhaps that feminine imagery was not even incorrect... ]

( She is as valuable as we are. )

[servitor]

( If it weren't for her we'd have nowhere to go. She's got my respect. )

[Nyx, on his behalf, didn't even think too much on it. Calling the ship a "her" simply came naturally to him, like instinct. It's his new living space, might as well get cozy and personal.]

[erbier]

( You seem so sure of yourself. )

[ Bemusing, interesting. He had been the same when they had met. ]

( How long before you fracture, I wonder? )

[ Inevitable, considering what the symbiote did to them... Although it is still possibly rude for her actually articulate that fact. She is so careful and restrained, and yet speaking to her can be like pressing a dagger into your palm. Her edges are not always so carefully blunted. ]

[servitor]

( Remind me not to get on your bad side. )

[He's set for death anyway, but he still has to get back. If this place messes him up but leaves him alive, so be it.

At the end of the day? He's nothing. To die out a smudge on a footnote is fine with him, as long as he got into the footnote that made all the difference. If he breaks, he breaks trying to do what he has to do.]

[erbier]

( You may hear that warning, yes. )

[ Best to heed it, her wrath was a sweltering, noxious thing. ]

[servitor]

[Well that's a threat if he's ever heard one, hidden behind nice, proper words that he doesn't hear too often.]

( Loud and clear. )

[erbier]

[ A blip of surprise. She hadn't really meant it that way, but he is also not the first to mistake her simple statements of reality for threats... A cultural difference between herself and most that she has stopped trying to rectify. ]

( Still, I am not unwilling to assist the group, if the terms are sound. Do not let me frighten you off. )

[ A twinge of humor. ]

[servitor]

( It takes a lot to scare me off. Besides we're all stuck here. I don't really have a lot of room to run away. )