[Trevor isn't sick; he's death-tolling, and he's doing it in his own way; with a beer in hand and his enormous dog Lucy lying protectively across his legs. He gives a wave when he sees Kyoko, tired but awake]
Well, that's the truth of it, sorry to disappoint. I turned into an enormous fuck-off skeleton called Death, someone murdered us, and I fell when all that mass disappeared.
I wish I coulda seen that. All I saw were Hunter's uncle and that smelly guy who knew you and Sypha. [ oh wait! ] Hey, did he ever find you? I dunno who that man was but he was really intent on trying to find you.
I'll get you a weapon then, [ she says, with no hesitation. ] I don't have your girlfriend as a temp anymore, I'm sure I can bully the newer one into getting me something that I'll give to you.
[Trevor grins and nods. He's very angry about it all, but he's saving his anger for his own talk with Lark, if and when he comes sniffing around]
Yeah. I got in the middle of a warden-inmate fight by way of a flung knife and the warden was Lark's brother.
You want to know what pisses me off the most about it all? That he wasn't satisfied with the curse. I had so much shit I had to work for from Flotilla and beyond, things that I loved, that had stayed with me for a year or longer. All of it's vanished. I hate that he stole things I earned.
It’s more like I can defend myself if my life’s in danger. But if your life is in danger and there’s a warden nearby - or, fuck it, a warden hurting you - I can’t do jack shit except with my fists.
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[ But she's making her way down the infirmary. Kyoko pokes her head in and gives a once-over, checking to see if Trevor's there or not. ]
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What the hell happened? [ she asks, as she goes to sit next to Trevor. ]
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[He croaks, low and hoarse. But he's smiling as he says it, so it can't have been all that bad.
Lucy shifts, raising her enormous head up to sniff Kyoko and nuzzle her for pets]
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Who killed you? [ Cause she's absolutely going to kill them in return. ]
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Nobody. I fell.
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[ whoa ]
I wish I coulda seen that. All I saw were Hunter's uncle and that smelly guy who knew you and Sypha. [ oh wait! ] Hey, did he ever find you? I dunno who that man was but he was really intent on trying to find you.
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He nearly killed Hunter. He murdered Adrian, Rags, and probably others. He's Death. He just hadn't shown what he really looked like to you yet.
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Wait, Death death? What the hell were you doing pissing off Death?
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And don't fucking fight Death. He's an evil bastard and I don't have my weapons on me anymore.
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Anyway, what you need to defeat Death is a special god-killing weapon. Something extremely holy or unholy.
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Who put that curse on you? Was it your warden? [ because if so, she will YELL AT LARK. ]
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Yeah. I got in the middle of a warden-inmate fight by way of a flung knife and the warden was Lark's brother.
You want to know what pisses me off the most about it all? That he wasn't satisfied with the curse. I had so much shit I had to work for from Flotilla and beyond, things that I loved, that had stayed with me for a year or longer. All of it's vanished. I hate that he stole things I earned.
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What a jackass. And an idiot! We've got all sorts of bullshit in this place, even if you can't attack, you've gotta have a way to defend yourself!
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It’s more like I can defend myself if my life’s in danger. But if your life is in danger and there’s a warden nearby - or, fuck it, a warden hurting you - I can’t do jack shit except with my fists.
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What scares me is being in a position where I see something bad happening or about to happen and I can’t stop it.
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If something bad happens, call me. Sypha gave me my magic back. I'll protect you, Trevor.
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