exsilium | 01 ☮ voice

Hngh.

[ Yeah, that's pretty much all you get to hear at first – a grunt, followed by a long delay of him trying to figure out how this gadget works. It's tricky and he doesn't have the patience, but given what else he's seen and heard so far, this seems almost insignificant in comparison and not quite worth his ire. Because really – space zombies. ]

Okay. Sure, I'll run with this for now. This thing's working, right?

[ Part of him still wants to believe this is a crazy dream—but even so, he's gonna be a professional and deal with it gracefully. For now. Provided this isn't gonna be dragged out. ]

Not that I particularly appreciate being kidnapped to fight for somebody else's cause without so much as proper contract conditions being negotiated first, but whining will get us nowhere, will it?

Given the circumstances. Bad timing all around, it looks like.

Anyway, I got the gist, but there's still a lot of things I don't understand – most pressing matter of all being the question if and how we're gonna get rid of this infestation, or whatever you wanna call it. [ Of course he's still gonna skim the archives later, but first impressions and especially first hand accounts go a long way. And really a zombie-free station would be kinda nice right now. ] So tell me about what you know, what's important – what can be done right now. About yourself, if you feel so inclined, I'd rather get to know my comrades. Unless you'd like to postpone introductions, which is fine by me.

Me, I go by Big Boss, but Snake's fine.

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Wasn't planning to.

[ ah yes his movie knowledge is VERY LIMITED but he remembers something like that, though he doesnt want to dwell on it too much.

the needles thing, tho. ]

...Well, if it works. I was able to get by with just a fork before.

Bit tricky though, no? These things are especially dangerous up close.

I have experience and more than enough yarn to last me. It doesn't require much additional creativity at all, especially against mindless enemies.

[she's taken on ogres four times her size with them before. she will not hear anyone talk shit about the needles]

[ no shittalking you're just making him curious. getting creative about weapons is the best thing. ]

How do you use them exactly? If you don't mind me asking.

To stab, for the most part. When combined with the yarn and a little speed it's quite useful for entangling opponents and swiftly dispatching them.

[her voice loses that minute threat that had been lingering in it as he shows no signs of inserting doubt into this conversation]

A 'little' speed? I imagine you'd need quite a lot of that to use such weapons effectively. On top of a flawless technique, of course. If it works like you say, that's an impressive feat.

[ it's not the most outlandish thing, really. this guy uses pink cardboard boxes for camouflage. you're fine, girl. ]

Oh, you flatter me. I'm simply making the most of a hereditary need to strive for perfection in all aspects of my life; if I'm going to put forth such effort, I might as well have a challenge in doing so.

[plus it's elegant. she likes how pretty it looks while being simultaneously kind of overkill]

[ style is important. ]

Just calling it as it is. I have no reason not to believe you.

[ he could be mistrustful of everyone and everything right now, sure, but on top of everything -- he'd just go insane. ]

Sounds like you come from a respectable background. Maybe you'll tell me more about that once this has blown over; I'm curious.

I'd be more than happy to entertain you with the thrilling stories of my childhood days growing up in a displaced east European rave compound when things calm a bit, assuming that my reward is equally thrilling tales from you.

[she chuckles a bit]

You could say I'm terminally curious about others as well.

...There's not much to tell about me.

[ haha. ]

But it's a deal, then. Better yet if I get to see you fight.

Excellent. And who knows? You may even get a sneak preview if fate decides our paths should cross somewhere in the mire of zombie-infested hallways.

I wouldn't mind that at all, though I'm trying to take a breather right now. Be careful not to run out of yarn.

[ because wow ammo is just as much of a problem still. ]

I'm not particularly worried; I'm something of a hoarder.

Brought a lot of stuff up here to last you through this, huh? Unfortunately I wasn't expecting something like a zombie invasion, myself; I prefer to avoid a mess if it's at all possible.

That's understandable. I simply had the dubious fortune of moving from one mess to another, so the instincts never had the chance to subside.

[her voice becomes a little wry now]

That said, even I wasn't expecting to be starring in a B-grade horror film. I still have some degree of skepticism left in me.

As one should. Still, I'm trying to suspend as much of my disbelief as possible right now, before go crazy or get myself killed.

[ his mind is fragile enough as is. ]

Sorry, I must be keeping you. Thanks for sharing what you know.

It's no trouble. Hopefully our next conversation with be a bit more casual and less fraught with hypothetical gore.

[much as she enjoys it, but that's neither here nor there]

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