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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[divingdeep]

There's people into all sorts of things. Myself, I do not see the appeal of being tied down.

[All double meanings intentional, in this particular case. He takes another sip of the rum, rolling it around his mouth as he leans back in the chair -- then lifts the cup for a sardonic little toast.]

Alleys and doorways. Here's to moving up in the world.

[harderdaddy]

Heh, I'm fine with every version of that but one.

[At least that's what he tells himself. Angel joins him in the toast and takes a long drink.]

To moving up.

[Smiling softly, his eyes rove over the other man before drifting back up to his face.]

I'm sorry we had to wait so long to do this. Glad ta know you were still interested though.

[divingdeep]

[Silver gives Angel an appreciative once-over in return: he has to admit to himself that the inhuman angles and height are weird, but they're weird in a bizarrely appealing way. And it's not as if Angel's not a person. He's just a person dead and damned and, apparently, trapped in a spider-body as a result of it.]

Well, one or two things did happen in between. [He dismisses a week of Hell coming to the barge with an airy wave of one hand.]

But you seem like the kind of person I'd like to get to know. All else aside.

[harderdaddy]

[Worse bodies to be trapped in. Though Angel would much prefer his human body given the choice. Still, it's hard to deny Angel's body seems almost crafted for sex appeal, the legs, the curves, his heart marking on his chest...

He snickers softly in acknowledgement.]

There was that.

[His lips curl, head tilting coyly.]

An' how would ya like that get to know me? I can think of a few ways...

[divingdeep]

As can I. But I'm enough of a gentleman I'd like to start with a conversation and a few drinks before we get to any more intimate introductions. [The wink he flashes Angel is one meant to be sharing a joke: he's a pirate, not a gentleman.

But he does, in fact, prefer getting to know people. When the exchange of money for services is not involved.

Even when it is, it's just good sense to get a read on anyone he'll be vulnerable near.]

So... whereabouts are you from? I'm a London boy myself, although being sensible I escaped for warmer climes as soon as the option was made available to me.

[harderdaddy]

Heh, shit, real gettin' to know each other. Yeah, I guess I can handle that.

[Angel laughs, but he has been a lot more of a gentleman than most of the populace of hell. Speaking of which-]

Hell. But before that, New York. Never got to travel much up top. How far'd ya get?

[divingdeep]

One advantage of a sailing profession is how much of the world it allows you to see. I've been all over the West Indies, down to Rio and up to Boston. Made port a few times in Spain, too, though nowhere east of her shores.

And I confess I did not make it all the way north to New York, either.

[harderdaddy]

[Fuck, that sounds like a hell of a life all on it's own, never mind the piracy.]

Never even seen the ocean in person. It live up to all the hype? Always meant ta see Italy at least once before I went but the war pretty much fucked that plan.

[He laughs and shrugs a shoulder.]

Eh, ya ever wanna see the worst parts a it, I can always bring it up in the enclosure.

[divingdeep]

It's a hell of a thing to see, though I confess I am about done with the less glamorous aspects of sailing. [He chuckles, waving a hand.] Bad food and never enough of it, storms, leaks, watches at all hours, and that's before one gets to the life-or-death battles....

I'd like to see your New York. Could trade you for Nassau, and see which one of us has the worse parts.

[He tips Angel an amused wink.]

[harderdaddy]

Heh, I think I'd be happy just to see it from the shore. Nice beach...that sounds okay. Less life or death.

[He grins and nods his head.] It's a deal. Though without all the people ya really only get half the picture.

[divingdeep]

There is that. A city's not a city empty. Though a beach on an island in the tropics is a nice place to spend some time without a crowd around.

[He flashes Angel a grin.]

When my old ship's crew had to careen her, they'd set up a tent on the beach, invite attractive company and hold a barbecue for the occasion. First one I was responsible for, I confess I didn't pay proper attention to the barbecue.

It turned out to cause some small problem, as I was the ship's cook at the time.

[harderdaddy]

Mmm, it does sound nice. Too bad I can' work on my tan no more.

[He snickers at the story, thinking it wasn't surprise at all that he'd found himself distracted.]

Ya seem to have had quite the excitin' life.

[divingdeep]

[For very different reasons than he's implying, but still.]

Not being the sort to live a safe and quiet life, I wanted to ensure I fit in as much living as possible on the off chance I caught a dagger in the back before becoming obscenely rich and retiring to a private island off the shores of sunny Spain.

[He grins at Angel, and, quite deliberately, stretches out his good leg to press the toe of his boot against Angel's ankle.]

[harderdaddy]

It sounds like the right way to go about livin'. Fittin' as much in while ya can.

[Angel does wish he'd been a little better about that instead of spending so much time trying to get high enough to forget the life he was leading.

His lips quirk at that press, casually returning the touch with those long legs of his.]

That still how you're livin' life?~

[divingdeep]

At this point, I think it's more how I'm living death. But it might as well be the same thing, considering.

A man's got to go after what he wants when he has the opportunity, or never get it.

[xangel]

[Like the last time she watched Nuggs, Vaggie sends a steady stream of messages to his inbox, though it feels a bit weirder and a lot more melancholy. She doesn't like him, specifically, being in a coma, even if the barge version doesn't really share anything but a name with the guy's actual cause of death. Usually it's pictures or video of the pig, sometimes it's just absentminded verbal abuse (affectionate). Just checking in, buddy, even if you're not on the other end at the moment.]

An Audio Message During Post Wave Times

[coffinturk]

[ He's reaching out because of this. ]

Angel Dust? My name is Vincent Valentine. Tendi asked me to help you and your pig.

[ His voice is completely serious and without any judgement or impatience. ]

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[harderdaddy]

I'm tryin' ta make my way to him. Are you any closer to the 17th level?

[coffinturk]

Yes.

[ This isn't 100% accurate. More precisely, Vincent is able to get to the level in question far more efficiently than most. Particularly inmates who have their innate abilities locked away and may be suffering from injury. ]

Tendi said you were injured. Are you in a safe location?

[ Vincent is, however, moving around the outside of the Enposib to the seventeenth level. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Well that's...convenient. Angel's surprised but mostly relieved. As long as someone got to his baby. He doesn't know what he'll do if Nugg's isn't okay...]

Safe as you can get in an upturned boat, sure? Bump on the head. Think one a my wrists might be broke, but that shit'll heal fast.

[coffinturk]

[ There might be some concern that a guy who casually waves off a broken wrist might be suffering from more than a 'bump on the head'. Hidden concern. Vincent's voice remains about the same level of neutral. ]

Good. Stay where you are. I'll get the pig. Then I'll come to you.

[ And.... there. Look, Vincent moves fast when he wants to, okay? Outside the ship and inside; once he finds a place where he can get into the vessel without damaging more of the structure. ]

So. Where am I going on deck 17? And what's this pig look like?

[harderdaddy]

[He's got six of them, he'll be fine.]

That was fast uh- room 1711.
He looks like a hell piglet. Small and pink and-

[He sends a picture instead. And another. And another]

[coffinturk]

[ It's not that Vincent can talk about beasts, creatures and strangely named fiends. There's plenty of that where he comes from. Hell piglet is just something he hasn't encountered before.

But then there is a picture. This will be help-- another picture. And another. ]

Got it. Give me a minute.

[ Understand he's not entirely sure it'll be easy. Even if this wasn't called a 'hell piglet', a normal pig is not necessarily an easy animal to deal with at the best of times. 1711? Probably relatively easy to find. But will the precious piglet still be inside? ]

[harderdaddy]

Okay-

[Inside the mess of a room, Fat Nuggets is trying to scratch at the door with his hooves, but it proves far too high now to reach, and the little pig grunts in frustration. He's not sure what exactly has happened, but knows something is very wrong and he needs to find a way to Angel. His initial excitement at seeing the a figure in the doorway drops at the sight of the stranger, and he squeals eyes all glow, trying to dig his way under a mound of blankets and pillows to hide.]

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[coffinturk]

ooc: comm audio will be in "italics" ]

[ Pocketing his communicator, Vincent enters the room with caution. He'll swiftly lock on to the sight of the piglet and its glowing...eyes- sir that is a LOT of eyes- before Fat Nuggets disappears into the mound of blankets and pillows.

He closes the door behind him and gently drops to the ceiling that is now the floor. He pauses there and brings the communicator again. ]


"...Does the piglet have a name?" [ a small pause ] And should he have more than two eyes?"