[ Cillian isn't big on casual chit-chat with others, so perhaps he missed the memo about the masks. His is in his hands right now, a heavy black gas mask, though when he tips it down idly as he speaks it's obvious it's not quite traditional, made to meld to the face. ]
[ Truth be told, he's just taken it off. He'd meant to store it back away again before broadcasting, but somehow it just feels better to have the thing in his hands, close and present. ]
Lot of shit happens in this place.
[ He sounds tetchy, but then, it's coming up to a Jump, and Cillian's always tetchy about the Jump. His eyelashes are shadows across his cheekbones. It doesn't look like he's shaved in a while. ]
So I'm wondering, like. If I wanted to defend myself. Or, erm, not just myself, but if I wanted a— weapon. So far I've not found one in my locker, and I'm not like to, all things considered, unless some generous soul wants to leave it there.
[ Finally, his gaze meets the camera, piercing. ]
I can make IEDs in exchange, if that's of interest to anyone.
[ Truth be told, he's just taken it off. He'd meant to store it back away again before broadcasting, but somehow it just feels better to have the thing in his hands, close and present. ]
Lot of shit happens in this place.
[ He sounds tetchy, but then, it's coming up to a Jump, and Cillian's always tetchy about the Jump. His eyelashes are shadows across his cheekbones. It doesn't look like he's shaved in a while. ]
So I'm wondering, like. If I wanted to defend myself. Or, erm, not just myself, but if I wanted a— weapon. So far I've not found one in my locker, and I'm not like to, all things considered, unless some generous soul wants to leave it there.
[ Finally, his gaze meets the camera, piercing. ]
I can make IEDs in exchange, if that's of interest to anyone.
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