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outofclothes) wrote2013-10-26 04:28 pm
outofclothes) wrote2013-10-26 04:28 pm
||| 008 spam/video
spam/video.
[Stark spends some of his time on the deck. He's not really interested in busting down the door to get to the Bridge. He's actually far more interested in watching everyone else make incredibly doomed and failure-prone attempts to get in there. Even if they're just considering it, he is probably going to laugh to himself.]
[It's from his spot on the deck he makes his broadcast, puffing on a Malediction already.]
Just a quick poll, how many of you are actually planning on trying to break into the Bridge? More importantly, do you think there will be a unicorn or a pegasus running on the rainbow in there?
[He's a cynic, what can he say?]
[The Admiral is dying and the boat's crashing and burning with him. There's really not much else to do about it, but this is a tenacious and incredibly stupid bunch that will keep running full-tilt into walls to survive and get ahead if they think that's what they think will make it happen.]
[Stark used to be like that, but that got burned out of him a long time ago.]
Tell you what though, one of you manages to get the door open and survives, I'll send you a bottle of Aqua Regia, some Cubans on me with a stripper of your choice.
spam - ned.
[Stark doesn't knock. Because Stark doesn't even use the door. Ever. He steps through a shadow somewhere else on the Barge and comes out of a shadow in Ned's room without any warning. He likes the element of surprise.]
Hey there, Sunshine. How are you holding up?
[Still sore from yesterday? He sure hopes so! C8]
[Stark spends some of his time on the deck. He's not really interested in busting down the door to get to the Bridge. He's actually far more interested in watching everyone else make incredibly doomed and failure-prone attempts to get in there. Even if they're just considering it, he is probably going to laugh to himself.]
[It's from his spot on the deck he makes his broadcast, puffing on a Malediction already.]
Just a quick poll, how many of you are actually planning on trying to break into the Bridge? More importantly, do you think there will be a unicorn or a pegasus running on the rainbow in there?
[He's a cynic, what can he say?]
[The Admiral is dying and the boat's crashing and burning with him. There's really not much else to do about it, but this is a tenacious and incredibly stupid bunch that will keep running full-tilt into walls to survive and get ahead if they think that's what they think will make it happen.]
[Stark used to be like that, but that got burned out of him a long time ago.]
Tell you what though, one of you manages to get the door open and survives, I'll send you a bottle of Aqua Regia, some Cubans on me with a stripper of your choice.
spam - ned.
[Stark doesn't knock. Because Stark doesn't even use the door. Ever. He steps through a shadow somewhere else on the Barge and comes out of a shadow in Ned's room without any warning. He likes the element of surprise.]
Hey there, Sunshine. How are you holding up?
[Still sore from yesterday? He sure hopes so! C8]
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The Piemaker freezes in place when the cigarette comes near, and only just manages to stop him from sagging in relief when it fails to touch his skin. He remains on the floor, both happy that Stark is leaving and anxious as hell about what it means for Digby. So much so, he begins to preemptively bargain for things he thinks Stark might want]
I. No, I mean. Thank you. Th-thank..
I'll come by, I can. I can clean your room and. And if you let me, I can get together enough rotten food to start cooking again, anything you'd want..Or not. I don't. If that's not waht you want, I don't...
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[Stark heads back over towards the shadow he came from, but pauses and turns around.]
But since you're being so nice and want to be helpful, I don't want you to think I don't appreciate it or that I'm ungrateful. We'll take that silly thing off you tomorrow when I bring Digby by. I think you've earned it.
Then you can give Digby the best belly rub of his life.
[Stark grins and winks before taking a step back and turning into the shadow to leave.]
See you tomorrow, Ned.
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Of course. Of course that's the game. It's even crueler than he could have imagined.
He's going to be forced to kill his own dog]