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patheticvillain) wrote2015-06-26 09:09 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2015-06-26 09:09 pm
fifty-five ➢ spam & voice
private } mickey
Hey. You busy?
private } beyond
Got something for you.
spam
[Recovering from being disemboweled physically took about forty-five seconds. Recovering psychologically is taking a little bit longer. Cassel takes comfort in simple tasks and routines in the meantime, trying not to think about what happened with Creed or what happened in the Enclosure or what's going to happen next. There's this feeling like the other shoe is going to drop - not uncommon on the Barge, but not something he wants to deal with, either.]
[During the day, when he's not in the gym, he spends time in his room or in the common rooms with yarn in his lap, curled up in an armchair, knitting and purling on autopilot. He has no idea what he's making, which is usually how he goes about things. Eventually he casts off and picks it up, examining it in the light. It appears to be a tiny sweater with at least three arms.]
[He never said he was good at this.]
[At night, a lithe black cat roams the halls. To Cassel's credit, this time he's wearing a little blue collar with a name tag. On the other hand, it took him this long to come up with that, so maybe he's not so smart after all. He curls up on the backs of couches, winds between people's legs, and wanders into cabins behind their occupants, purring loudly and very insistently.]
Hey. You busy?
private } beyond
Got something for you.
spam
[Recovering from being disemboweled physically took about forty-five seconds. Recovering psychologically is taking a little bit longer. Cassel takes comfort in simple tasks and routines in the meantime, trying not to think about what happened with Creed or what happened in the Enclosure or what's going to happen next. There's this feeling like the other shoe is going to drop - not uncommon on the Barge, but not something he wants to deal with, either.]
[During the day, when he's not in the gym, he spends time in his room or in the common rooms with yarn in his lap, curled up in an armchair, knitting and purling on autopilot. He has no idea what he's making, which is usually how he goes about things. Eventually he casts off and picks it up, examining it in the light. It appears to be a tiny sweater with at least three arms.]
[He never said he was good at this.]
[At night, a lithe black cat roams the halls. To Cassel's credit, this time he's wearing a little blue collar with a name tag. On the other hand, it took him this long to come up with that, so maybe he's not so smart after all. He curls up on the backs of couches, winds between people's legs, and wanders into cabins behind their occupants, purring loudly and very insistently.]
spam
Two centuries ago, the trickster god Kyprioth was sole patron of the islands then called Kypriang. But he is prideful and overconfident, and when invaders came with Mithros and the Goddess at their backs, he thought to fight his great brother and sister. And in their spite, the Great Gods left him the sea around his beloved islands and allow his people to be enslaved. They do not see that when he returns, they will have centuries worth of bitterness to contend with.
spam
They're all idiots, basically, is what you're saying.
spam
spam
[There's a teasing note in this, Cassel's eyes half-closing in lazy pleasure.]
spam
[ There's a smile to his voice, and the tip of his tail flicks happily behind him. ]