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[harderdaddy]

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

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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?"

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[harderdaddy]

[Convinced he's hidden, the pig peeks a nose out and snuffles at the air, trying to search for a familiar scent on the stranger.]

"Fat Nuggets. And yeah, don't mind those, losta eyes in hell, it's a thing. Do ya see him? Nuggs?"

[The piglet's head tilts and he tries to extract himself, but only gets himself more wedged within the mound.]

[coffinturk]

[ No familiar scents.... well. He has the genes of a monster and human, the elements of the destructive, murderous Chaos. Maybe, just maybe it could be a little like home. But not a familiar person. ]

"Yeah. One moment." [ Thank you Lucy Maclean for giving Vincent a good solid tutorial on all things communicator. Because he thinks to switch the video mode on, turn the screen toward Fat Nuggets- and more importantly the camera at the burrowed piglet- so both Angel Dust and the piglet can see one another. Sort of.

It's cupped in his left hand while he extends his right. ]

...Fat Nuggets. Come.

[harderdaddy]

"Come'ere baby. Come on, you're okay. Come to mama~" Angel pleads, voice thick and doing his best to smile for Fat Nugget's benifit.

[It's him! Fat Nuggets whines, and struggles determinedly to nose his way out, his little tag wagging as he runs towards Vincent. His wet nose presses against the communicator, snuffling and squealing as he tries to express his relief at finding Angel, or maybe he's telling the harrowing tale of the world turning upside down.]

[coffinturk]

[ Vincent doesn't reach for the piglet the moment the creature has come into grabbing range. Nope, he leaves the screen low enough to be nosed and keeps his other hand outstretched and waits for a moment. But slowly he'll try to make that hand remain in Fat Nuggets's awareness and gradually go for a touch.

Somewhere there isn't an eye, wouldn't want to poke the poor dear. ]

Come. [ His voice isn't really gentle so much as even and calm. ] I'll take you to them.

[Just let the scary goth man pick you up wee piglet. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Fat Nuggets is a little wary of Vincent, but he gets a few sniffs in and he doesn't make any quick moves to grab or hurt him, so the hellpig relaxes a little. For a moment it looks like he almost understands, his little head peering up at the man and his tail giving a slow wag, stepping closer and allowing himself to be scooped up.]

[coffinturk]

[ Overall this is going very well given the boat just literally flipped. If someone told Vincent the piglet was close enough to human intelligence to understand what's going on he'd believe it. A video feed of Fat Nuggets's owner, a little coaxing and a gentle scoop to be cradled not just safely and securely in the crook of an arm but half under the front mantle of the red cloak (plenty of room after the last buckle closed to peek out between the flaps).

This is important because by this point, as Vincent slowly rises to his feet, he turns the screen so he can speak to Angel Dust. ]

"Alright. Describe where you are. I'm coming to get you."

[ He says this like it's no big deal regardless of where the demon happens to be. ]

[harderdaddy]

[He's a smart little guy, and lets himself be picked up, squirming slightly to make himself comfortable before settling. On screen, Angel's trying to fix himself up, like he doesn't want his pet seeing him in any kind of distress.]

"M'on the 9th level. Near one a the stair wells."

[coffinturk]

"Alright. Be there in a moment."

[Vincent, you're on the 17th deck. Surely a moment will mean some time in the chaos of the vessel, right?

Well you'd be correct to think that but you'd also be wrong. Fat Nuggets is allowed to nest down and is safely secured under the front mantle of the gunman's cloak, along with the video feed of Angel Dust to keep the little guy calm.

Because Vincent is heading not for the nearest stairwell, but the elevator shaft. Don't worry about it, he'll just be jumping down to Deck 9. Gravity will not have much of an impact with the fall- something about Vincent's nature makes the 'jump' closer to a float.

But still, try not to look out from the cloak of security, Fat Nuggets. ]

[harderdaddy]

[The hellpig seems to be trying to tell Angel the entire harrowing tell, grunting and snorting away in the safety of that cloak.

Angel of course doesn't take a moment literally, but he starts trying to clear some of the debris blocking the stairs as Fat Nuggets babbles.]

You're okay, baby. Shh. I know.

[coffinturk]

[ And Vincent carries on in grand, majestic goth fashion.

As if there isn't a hellpig under his arm telling all that's happened since the wave flipped the boat over and terrible things happened in grunt and snorts and maybe a squeak or two? After all there was a tiny bit of a dropping sensation even if it's overtly a gentle, 8 deck descent.

....Angel Dust moving the wreckage around to unblock the stairs is going to help in one way at least. Vincent only needs to listen to the sounds of debris moving and home in on that. As to a more practical escape, maybe. Especially when he walks down the hall, around various objects and finally catches his first sight of the rather... tall demon. ]

Angel Dust I presume?

[ Vincent really doesn't have a frame of reference for that name's underlying meaning. He takes it as seriously as Fat Nuggets. Who will be gently put down the moment it's safe to do so; or the hellpig starts squirming because of their proximity to its owner. ]

[harderdaddy]

[That's remarkably fast, but Angel isn't going to question it, ignoring Vincent at first in favor of catching Fat Nuggets. The pig all but hurled himself through the air as soon as soon as he's set down. There's kisses and likely some crying as Angel makes sure his baby is okay, cradling him in his upper set of arms.

Belatedly he nods and straightens up.]

Yeah- that's me. Fuck, I swear, I owe ya whateva ya want for savin' Nuggs. The works. It's on the house. I dunno what I woulda done-

[coffinturk]

[ Indeed. Some of those benefits from becoming a science experiment. Some days are better than others for sure.

Vincent nods as he straightens up and gives Angel Dust a thorough once-over. Checking for those injuries. As for suspicions? Well, it's really hard to be sus while watching the joyful reunion. He's willing to take it for granted that this isn't a ruse. ]

I'll keep that in mind. [ He looks at the stairs Angel Dust had started to clear and goes over his mental map of the ship's current interior. ] Hm. You're taller than I expected.

[ About two feet on Vincent as a matter of fact. The gunman then shakes his head and turns his full attention to the demon. ]

Let me check that wrist.

[ He turns his left hand- the one covered with the claw-tipped metal gauntlet- palm up. From somewhere under his cape, he draws out what's probably a first aid kit and sets it down nearby for the moment. ]

[harderdaddy]

Ya checkin' out the goods, Cutie? [Angel teases with a wink, and he nods.] I get that a lot here.

[But at least right now that height doesn't seem to make him anymore of a threat, not when he's cuddling his pig. He eyes that gauntlet with a frown, before gingerly unfolding one of his lower arms and offering it up.]

It ain't a big deal. Demons heal real fast.

[coffinturk]

[ The teasing and wink is met with an impassive expression. It definitely seems to roll over him without effect but... well, there's outright flirting and what Angel Dust is doing which... no harm here.

There's nothing harmful about the underside of the gaunlet at least; it's fitted over a perfectly normal looking, leather gloved hand. Though it's clear the claw tips can be used as a weapon as much as the gun holstered at Vincent's side. ]

Demon, huh? How fast is fast?

[ No surprise, no alarm; but then again since he didn't show any alarm for the multi eyed, multi-limbed 8ft tall spider demon, this probably isn't going to be a shock. His right hand is lifted to gently touch the break.

Then, somewhere along the journey of 'fast is fast', there is a sudden grip and expert tug to drag bone back into alignment.

Because using a count where you can anticipate what's coming would cause needless stress, right? ]

[harderdaddy]

[Tsk, back home that would've had 'em drooling. But now's not really the time to be playing.]

What, do I look like a human? I-Sonofa BITCH! [Angel curses loudly, leveling a short lived glare at the daring and willing the magenta glow of them to fade. That and his third set of arms and the gun that came with them to withdraw back inside his body.]

Shit like that'll get you hurt. Fuck [He flexes the joint a bit gingerly, and he can't fault the logic.]

[coffinturk]

[ Most would wonder if the drooling is going on under that high collar. But alas, Angel Dust has the two feet necessary to see that it in fact does not.

The ruby red of Vincent's eyes glow no more than they already are. He knows the gun is there now, and he meets the demon's outrage steadily on. Once the initial rage begins to settle, Vincent answers; perhaps because he had been on alert to react if it had turned to violence. ]

No.

[ Angel Dust does not look human. He reaches for the medical bag and withdraws a splint and roll of bandage. It would be good for keeping the bone supported while it finishes healing. ]

I don't know many demons. Are you going to need this until it heals?

[ There is a slight shift of Vincent's shoulders. It may as well be a shrug. ]

Figured it would save some time.

[ The arguing, the brushing off, the posturing of being okay. ...Honestly probably also lets it heal faster if it's in alignment but... nuance there. ]