paradisalost | 034. For Your Life

[Brock's out in the woods by his cabin again, like he does, his journal open in case another giant commotion happens on the expedition side again. Not like he can do anything from way out here, but it makes him feel a little less ... useless, maybe, to know what's going on.

He is throwing knives at a target he's got set up, and the open journal might pick up the rhythmic thock thock thock sound as he hits it dead center every time.

He pauses to pen a filter, then continues throwing knives as he dictates to the pages.]

[Filtered away from First Gens or whatever and people who would tell them about this I guess]
So, not to make a shitty situation worse, but seeing as how everybody on the expedition is like ... trapped, kinda, for the time being anyway -- should we maybe plan this stuff out better in the future? I mean, more than half the castle's competent fighters are out playing Sepulcher Thief. Indefinitely now, with no real way of getting out, right? Yeah.

So what if those jackasses in the iron suits come and fuck shit up again? It happened when nobody was around before, and big obvious unfiltered cave-ins going across the journals isn't that inconspicuous. I'm just saying. We need to be more careful.

[He's done with that thought, because that's all he wanted to say. What a paranoid jackass you are, Samson! Gosh.

He's got something else to say though, so again there is a pause in his throwing knives as he pens another filter.]

[Filter: Fenris]
Hey. Let me talk to you about something.

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Can you be more specific? [He's an ass to every living thing, after all]

Pinkie Pie.

[... this is said with such righteous venom that it's ridiculous??? He just said 'Pinkie Pie' like he is the most hardboiled badass on the planet. Brock, you are a huge moron.]

[There's a long pause because, seriously man, that sounds so stupid]

The pink horse. She broke into my living quarters.

[Shhhh, he knows it's dumb.

Also, oh.]

She ... broke in. Really.

[PINKIE PIE YOU NEGLECTED TO MENTION THAT]

Yes, she was awaiting for me to return. She gives me no privacy.

Well ... okay.

But you had to point a sword at her, man? She's a freaking talking pink pony.

Nothing else seems to make her leave, I have tried everything else. The threat of violence seems to permeate even her foolish mind.

Look, I know she's kind of enthusiastic [UNDERSTATEMENT] but you could stand to be ... nicer to her. Maybe.

She has a lot of friends is what I'm saying. Friends who would be more than happy to snap your neck if you upset her again. Got it?

[A scoff] Are you threatening me to be nicer to the blighted creature?

Pretty much.

I will not be threatened by anyone. The pony invaded my space, regardless of how many times I have asked her to leave me alone. If she is foolish to continue, then she deserves what she gets.

Cool. I don't care.

Don't upset her again.

If she leaves me be, I will not seek her out to 'upset' her.

'kay. If you point a sword at her again, I'm ripping your arms off.

You are more than welcome to try.

See, now I don't even feel bad about it. You just gave me permission.

I gave you permission to try.

You make it sounds like I can't kill you or something.

I can be killed, though I am rather adept at fighting my own ground.

Well, I'm not going to get into some kind of weird ... murder pissing contest with you, man.

But I'm not kidding. You mess with that ... pony ... [god this sounds stupid] And you're messing with me.

I had no intention of the sort. Most of my kills were not my own will.

You are aware you sound like a child protecting one of his fellows, yes?

[Not of his own will?] Oh, so you're one of those. Alright man, let me put it this way -- I kill people for a living. It's my job. And I've been doing it like twenty years.

So don't screw around with the talking pink pony. [SHUT UP FENRIS, THIS IS A TOTALLY MATURE THING TO SAY]

I have been doing it for as long as I remember. I was a slave, and my master commanded it of me.

[Fenris is unimpressed] If she leaves me alone, I will have no need to attack her.

[what ..... can he even say to that ... fenris you are making this awkward, all talking about slavery]

Yeah. Well. Point is, you attack her and you're dead.

[That's what you get for striking up a conversation with him. EXCESSIVE MANPAIN]

Then she would be wise to keep away from me.

Fenris

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