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[strongeralone]

Information

[There's a pause before the feed continues, as if the person sending it pressed post too soon and is struggling with figuring out how to continue.]

jhb786hr Information is required. Machine that hauled us here, these missions, these weapons, or anything of relevance.
Insentient weapons; where can they be found.
How many have been brought here, how many none civilians.

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[Random keys are hit, supposedly by accident, before the feed is cut.]


[ooc: the numbers are a written unseparated representation of tap code. Normally they would be written like so - (1,4)(4,3)(4,2)(1,5)(3,5)(3,4)(4,2)(4,4). They read 'dsreport'.]

Comments

[implying]

Stunning. [ He says it in all seriousness, but the smile stays right where it is. ] Absolutely gorgeous. Taking my mask off would really only make you feel incredibly inferior, so it's a kindness to leave it on. You're welcome!

[strongeralone]

I can handle it.

[The more insistent the other man is at keeping his secret, the greater his suspicion. He can respect secrets; all hunters have them, and he's worse than most hunters put together. But this isn't a hunter, he can't even know if he's human.]

[implying]

I'm afraid it would take a few more drinks than have been presented so far for that.

[ Which, speaking of— he leans to wave and snag the tender's attention, ordering himself something mild once he has it. It won't work anyway, so there's no use in going for something heavily alcoholic. Once he's done, he glances back to John again. ]

So, do you suppose I'll be getting your name at any point? Or would you prefer to keep this clandestine and mysterious?

I'm sorry notif somehow ended up in my spam folder orz

[strongeralone]

We can fix that. But you're not gonna get anywhere drinking those.

[John is a popular name where he's from, but he has no way of knowing how wide spread it is here. Dean would call him dad so there's no risk of exposure from him but his little pet...well he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it. He has no id card, fake or otherwise, so to keep it simple he decides to use his own name, just not the first one.]

Eric. How 'bout you?

it's because vanadi is so spammy what the hell i can't even subjecttype

[implying]

Vanadi.

[ Oh look, they're getting somewhere! He's so pleased. He shoots off a wide smile, then tries a sip of his drink. ]

Vanadi of House Vadarta, if you like, but I suppose that hardly matters here.

subjecttyping is hard and it'd because gmail sucks

[strongeralone]

[Vanadi? At least his semi fake name sounds real.]

The hell kinda name is that?

[Vanadi of House Vadarta? Sounds like someone who walked out of those terrible old English plays his high school teachers inflicted on him.

Stupid name, stupid mask...he's getting the feeling this guy won't give him anything useful.]

[implying]

Well, a Kitrian name. [ He shrugs, mask tilted down as he eyes his drink. It seems to be more water than it ought to be. ] Don't worry, I find your human names just as odd.

[strongeralone]

[Human names. Now they're getting somewhere. He forces his body not to tense up; the monsters here do half the research for him - they tell him what they are, if he can keep his temper.]

And what're you.

[implying]

A Kitrite, of course.

[ There's another smile as he returns his gaze to John. People don't usually react with anything to curiosity to his species, after all! ]

Which I would have expected you to extrapolate from "Kitrian name", but, ah, I suppose you haven't heard of us either. I've yet to meet anyone familiar with us.

[strongeralone]

So why don't you familiarize me.

[Preferably with weaknesses, but he can't expect the target to do all his work for him.]

[implying]

[ What a weirdly straightforward way this guy has of asking questions... oh well, some people are just like that. He considers it. ]

Well, there are the teeth, of course— [ He flashes an especially wide smile, to show off the way his teeth are pointed. —And, as you'd see if I'd left my mask at home, we've significantly longer ears. And we tend to be a bit less solidly built than humans. [ he means humans are f a t ]

[strongeralone]

[If you want the roundabout gentle treatment try his sasquatch of a son. Or rather, don't. He'll kill you if you come near his boys.

There's one thing these features remind him of; Why the long ears, why the sharp teeth - the better to eat you.]

Freaky features come with any perks?

[implying]

Better hearing, perhaps? [ He shrugs. The questioning is starting to get a little puzzling— it doesn't even sound like actual curiosity. ] Not that I can be sure, having never had human hearing, but you lot do seem to miss out on things now and then.

[strongeralone]

[Oh there's plenty of curiosity. Every little detail is noted in his mind.]

That so? How good we talking here, can you hear outside of this bar?

[implying]

Well, no. Perhaps if it were silent in here, and a very loud person out there— but otherwise that's a bit over the top, isn't it?

[strongeralone]

[So he could still sneak up on him. That's good to know.]

I'm human, I wouldn't know. You had intel for me? That drink ain't free.

[implying]

Of course. [ Right, they met with a purpose. He spends a few seconds wondering if it's worth it to try the nice/flirty route, but... with this type, he just can't see that going over very well. ] Are there any topics you've further questions about?

[strongeralone]

Start with the basics, we'll take it from there.

[If he immediately starts questioning, he might lost valuable information. It's always better to let the informant start the conversation.]