Mount him on a wall? God, what do you take me for?
[then again, he does have skulls in his vault. Maybe it's not so outlandish]
...So when you kill someone, or something, you can technically bring them back if you have their remains. So we had to light the corpse on fire to make it so no one could bring him back.
[Backpedaling:] You know, like a talking head that passes down wisdom.
[But that wasn't relevant at all in the end... Walter listens thoughtfully to this story.]
I didn't think he was here now... did he graduate? [Feels like a bit of a blunt question but oh well, it's a gap in Walter's knowledge of prominent Bargizens, and "is he doing well" seems off when Trevor is in his corner about how this place is Bad.]
Oh, yeah, I had Hunter run me a checkup when I first arrived because of how I died, really gave me peace of mind. Funny name for a vampire's kid, haha.
Wasn't there a whole ship like that? Prisoners always struggling against the current [And he starts at this point--] and getting more baloney stacked on their sentence sandwich.
[If Trevor's going to cajole like that then fine, Walter will make a legitimate attempt to use the element of surprise as he would were he serious. It's less fast than he'll become - about as much as if Walter did lunge a stab holding the knife with all the strength of his arm.]
[Walter is quite rattled by the lack of sound from blade impact, signifying Trevor did fully dodge. He stares where the dagger was, a bit obscured by the fluttering cloak, and then thrusts his hand out to guide his focus as he tries to get it to chase the man. Even its very tip touching would be fine to start. How fast can Trevor jump around anyway?]
Trevor grins, and he's off and running, bolting first away from Walter so that he has to follow the commotion to keep line of sight. He takes refuge in the long columns around the entrance hall, withdrawing his short sword to block when he can't fully jump over or slide under the knife.
And he's fast. It's rare that Trevor gets a chance to exercise his monster-slaying speed, so Walter's never seen him move this fast in his life, and that includes when Trevor wants to go get drinks]
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Mount him on a wall? God, what do you take me for?
[then again, he does have skulls in his vault. Maybe it's not so outlandish]
...So when you kill someone, or something, you can technically bring them back if you have their remains. So we had to light the corpse on fire to make it so no one could bring him back.
Didn't do much. We both wound up here eventually.
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[But that wasn't relevant at all in the end... Walter listens thoughtfully to this story.]
I didn't think he was here now... did he graduate? [Feels like a bit of a blunt question but oh well, it's a gap in Walter's knowledge of prominent Bargizens, and "is he doing well" seems off when Trevor is in his corner about how this place is Bad.]
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[A shrug and a nod]
Yeah. Few weeks after I showed up here. He used to be head of the infirmary. You know Hunter? That's his kid, or one of them.
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[Is this like what Taylor and Kazuma had...?]
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[then, louder:]
He's adopted.
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Makes sense. Well, I'm glad it's working out well for them, being able to go back home together when they're done here.
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So. Feel up to aiming that dagger of yours?
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How would this be a trap? If I fail to block it, it's a lesson for me to get better. Our whole lives here are dangerous, Walter, for fuck's sake.
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[If Trevor's going to cajole like that then fine, Walter will make a legitimate attempt to use the element of surprise as he would were he serious. It's less fast than he'll become - about as much as if Walter did lunge a stab holding the knife with all the strength of his arm.]
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[He suddenly moves when Walter does, throwing his cape up as a method of distraction and dodging to one side.]
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Trevor grins, and he's off and running, bolting first away from Walter so that he has to follow the commotion to keep line of sight. He takes refuge in the long columns around the entrance hall, withdrawing his short sword to block when he can't fully jump over or slide under the knife.
And he's fast. It's rare that Trevor gets a chance to exercise his monster-slaying speed, so Walter's never seen him move this fast in his life, and that includes when Trevor wants to go get drinks]