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( july event log )
Who: Everyone
When: July 18th and on
Where: Slave trade outpost in the Runoff.
What: The Ingress malfunctions, sending the Moira into a different universe. Some of the crew end up on one of the Runoff’s many slave trading outposts.
Warnings: Sex, murder, kidnapping.
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When: July 18th and on
Where: Slave trade outpost in the Runoff.
What: The Ingress malfunctions, sending the Moira into a different universe. Some of the crew end up on one of the Runoff’s many slave trading outposts.
Warnings: Sex, murder, kidnapping.
E V E N T |
"It comes first and follows after. Ends life, kills laughter."
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She happens upon Liquid when their respective owners get to talking shop. She recognizes him from the Moira, though they’ve never been formally introduced. A shame that they should have to meet like this. She takes in the collar and the shorts, not particularly impressed with his owner’s choice in attire. Zam’s not exactly one to be grateful to slavers, but she’s at least glad her own owners hadn’t made her wear anything so ridiculous. She reaches for her MID and types out a message.]
Don’t tell me they make you fight in that get-up.
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He's been through enough torture to know when it's a good idea to listen, though. At least until he's sure of just what this guy can do to him.
He stands there, paying just the minimum amount of attention to his surroundings, trying to look intimidating and not bored, when he notices there's a message on the MID. He opens it immediately. His owner had tried to get rid of the MID, but found that he couldn't, and as long as Liquid just made it out to be a device for games, he was allowed to use it. Small favors. The message gives him pause.]
Once. Mostly I think it's just for promotional purposes. 'Look at our guy' or something. 'So good he doesn't need protection.' They didn't explain it to me.
[The time they'd made him fight like this, well, he definitely had some skills to show off, at least. He glances up to see who from the Moira's hanging around here. Oh, there's another fighter slave, and he's pretty sure he sort of recognizes her.]
Nice armour. I'm almost jealous.
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Thanks. I’d like it better without this though. [She turns, casually, to reveal the gaudy logo on the back.] Though I have to say, I prefer this to a collar. Or a brand.
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[Listening to their owners talk doesn't reveal much in the way of information. In fact, it's incredibly dull. No one seems to be asking anything of him right now, at least.]
You see a lot of fighting, then? Sometimes I think they like showing me off more than actually letting me do what I'm good at.
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I see plenty. [She frowns as she turns back to face the crewman.] I wish I saw less. It’s not like taking out a mark where you know they probably deserve it. [It’s easy to turn off the little part of her that remembers that fact when she’s actually in the ring. But afterwards, when she’s alone with her thoughts, sometimes it’s all she can think about.]
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Yeah, it's not so good in the way of morality but I've given up on that sort of thing long ago. If I've got to be here, I really wish they'd stop bloody parading me around constantly. [Killing's an inevitable part of what Liquid is, and at least he doesn't pretend it isn't.]
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The next message doesn’t get her assent quite so easily.] Really? I prefer this to the actual fights. Less chance of being killed for the entertainment of some idiot slavers. Don’t tell me you actually LIKE showing off for those creeps.
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I'm not worried about being killed. [He's just gonna not-so-gracefully sidestep the whole 'showing off' thing.] I'm just used to fighting, I suppose. It's nothing I haven't done before. I mean. Beyond the particular circumstances.
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And who were you fighting before?
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[Liquid's noticed his owner really gets caught up in discussions, so he's not too worried he'll find out it's not a game he's playing.]
I'm a soldier. It's all the same in the end, if you look at it a certain way.
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[Zam is rarely in a position where she feels the need to argue for any sort of morality, but this seems fairly straightforward even to her. These aren’t criminals or crooked politicians they’re taking out. They aren’t marks. They’re just people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Killing them is… necessary, but there’s no thrill in it like there would be on a hunt.]
They’re just poor bastards who got picked off the streets like we did.
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[Although at this point, not as much as he should be. But it's hard to really explain an ingrained apprecation for killing. Unless you're Snake. Typing out a speech'd be too much work in this situation.]
I just fight. A lot.
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[Stars, she sounds like some old Mabari cleric. But there’s a difference between having a taste for violence and enjoying it even in these circumstances. These slaver scum have forced enough on them without breaking them that much.
The sound of one of her owners calling her name catches Zam’s attention. She quickly drops her hand from her MID and looks over to where the man is gesturing for her to follow. Looks like the time has come to start prepping for the next fight. She looks back at her crewmate and gives him a short nod. Seems like they’re done talking for now.]
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[He just leaves her with that, not having much opportunity to say much otherwise now that his owner's about to bring him along somewhere else. He lets out an inaudible sigh. Likely he's going to get caught up in yet another conversation, and he probably won't have anyone to talk with this time.
He'll be fine, don't worry. Probably.]