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day one - spam.

[Stark does not take the network. Only an idiot would display their hand that easily and quickly. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stark is also not that stupid. He spends his time casually reading through everyone's messages instead.]

[From what he gathers, it's a flood. That would explain the differences in that it would seem he's supposed to be on the opposite end of this warden-inmate business. Fan-fucking-tastic. At least the boat isn't falling apart anymore. It almost makes him wonder who managed to get through, but he falls short of caring by a hair.]

[Instead of announcing his presence, Stark instead starts laying down a few peepers. Don't mind him setting up some innocuous eyeballs about the place. Really, it's fine.]

day two - text - vin.

[There's one person he reaches out to though he's unsure of what he'll find. It's worth a shot.]

you're quiet.

day two - spam.

[Stark is getting restless and, even worse, bored.]

[He spends most of his time on the deck and hallways, maybe sending out a hex or two to cause some pain or at the very least a mild headache out of annoyance. He wants to kill something. More accurately, he wants to tear something apart down to its molecular level and then reconstruct it back into some unrecognizable mass. Unfortunately, most of his favorite playthings don't seem to be aboard any longer. Pity. He'll just have to find someone else.]

[It's their lucky day.]

day three - video.

[Stark finally decides to break his silence on the network. He's had about enough of this place. He's sitting in the middle of a room with thirteen doors around him. He prefers that to sitting around in his office of a cabin, what can he say?]

Don't you guys ever get bored of this monotonous bullshit? I mean, I'm not exactly expecting top-notch entertainment out of you drytt, but this is absurd. It almost makes you miss cable.

((ooc: Stark is from the Pocket Full of Soul plot aka mirror!verse. He's back to being big bad Lucifer. So, have fun.))

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[Well that bodes poorly.]

I'm no artist.

don't start getting humble. you know that's not going to issue any asspats.

it is Lucifer, then.

now vin, we talked about the formalties. what gives? don't tell me you're affected.

no, you are. we don't know each other as well as you think we do.

[Yep, Stark's doing the creeper thing and stepping out of a shadow behind her like it ain't no thang. He's tucking his communicator away into his pocket.]

Vin...

[He sighs.]

You're really screwing me here, you know that? Instead of a somewhat equal like-mind - if I'm feeling generous - hanging around, I'm stuck with Fido the Flea-Bitten Mongrel and Miss Cleo trying to wave their dicks around so everyone knows how cool they are.

[She doesn't show an inkling of surprise, just turns and looks at him, unimpressed.]

I'm sorry you're bored, Stark.

[He gives her a once-over.]

It's even worse than I thought. You're a complete and total goody-goody right now, aren't you?

[He holds up a hand.]

Do me a favor. Spare me the lectures.

[The question goes unanswered. She just stares at him with a vague sort of interest until he says spare me the lectures, and then she just snorts.]

I don't think you're lecturable.

[He smiles, but there's little about it that's good-natured or friendly.]

Well, at least you're not a total fucking moron.

I don't like wasting my breath.

Tell me what you want from me. Besides destruction, which I'm not interested in right now.

Now what gives you the impression I want something?

I remember you. You always want something.

Don't remember me quite as well as you should, it looks like.

I don't want for anything.

You don't want for anything but something to do.

Clever girl. Keep going.

[She sighs, rolling her eyes.]

I imagine you're looking for something to destroy.

[Idle hands.]

[He snaps his fingers and points to her.]

Lookit you, Einstein.

I'm not interested.

Sucks to be you. That's not a really good place to be.

Do you like the sound of your own voice?

I'm not Kelsier, Vin. I'd have to try to be that pathetic. And that just sounds like way too much effort.

[Her shoulders tense. That's it. That's all. Otherwise, she is still, silent, serene. She is air. She is mist. She is the moment just before violence.]

[He'll have to take the last step. It won't be her. Not against James Stark, in whatever form he takes.]

[Stark chuckles.]

Ooh, I struck a nerve. [He steps closer, holding her face in his hands, and lowers his voice.] C'mon, Vin. I know you're angry.

And you're so much more fun when you're pissed off.

[He's touching her. She doesn't like it. But then she doesn't like any of this; she can stand a little more discomfort.]

[She looks at him through eyes like glass, her heart bare. She won't lay waste the way he wants her to. It isn't going to happen.]

[Sorry to disappoint.]

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