video | the hero begging change his sword across his knees

[championhawke]

[Count on another ren faire escapee to trigger an accidental video (or...perhaps not so accidental, although he's certainly ignoring the device at first) as he wrecks electrical mayhem in the holodeck. It's an impressive lightning storm, if you go in for that kind of thing, the figure in the center of it blindingly illuminated as electricity arcs and scorches in wide blazing bursts, the triggered sprinkler system doing nothing to quell it.

Eventually, it dies down, and the man in the middle of it with a rather ragged beard takes a swig from a bottle.]

You know, [he says, conversationally; this isn't an accident, then] I think we ought to vote on a name change for this Maker accursed ship. My darling friend Isabela hinted to me once--pirate captain, lovely woman, would rob you blind in a flash--I believe hinted to me that renaming a ship and properly anointing it with--ah, 'dancing' and alcohol could shift a curse. What with all the murder and mayhem and general poor attitudes I believe we're overdue!

I say we call her the good ship Meredith. But that's only after an old friend. Absolutely mad and murderous. I think it's fitting--oh, oh, or The Death Trap! Something spooky and doom inducing, at least. Who's with me?

[He fixes the camera with his most dazzling (soaked, drunk) smile.]

Comments

[jurisimpudent]

I do not credit accusations without evidence.

[championhawke]

I love him, you know. Even after that.

Be careful, Serrah Edgeworth. Justice is more clever than he seems. More clever by far.

[jurisimpudent]

That is a foolish statement. "Cleverness" is not at issue here.

[championhawke]

Really.

[jurisimpudent]

Yes, really. We speak of intent.

[championhawke]

His prior intent involved blowing up the Chantry.

[jurisimpudent]

And I should like to hear that from him.

[championhawke]

You're a bloody fool.

[jurisimpudent]

Why, precisely? Because I do not blindly trust your word?

[championhawke]

Because you fancy him and the way he makes you feel. Alive, yes? Inspired? Moved?

[jurisimpudent]

I do not "fancy" him. Why precisely is everything about that for you?

[championhawke]

Do you honestly not understand my meaning?

[jurisimpudent]

I understand your meaning perfectly well.

[championhawke]

I am trying to help you.

[jurisimpudent]

You're trying to help yourself.

[championhawke]

What?

[jurisimpudent]

All you care about is your personal squabble with him.

[championhawke]

[There is a significant pause. When Garrett speaks, his voice is serious and quiet.]

I never had a quarrel with him before--I don't ask you to believe for my sake. I'm nothing. But someone besides me ought to care about them. I'll swear on anything you like that I'm no liar, not about this. Hawkes die by their word.

[jurisimpudent]

[He scowls.]

Will he acknowledge this happened?

[championhawke]

Do I seem like I know? I hope so. If he hasn't yet, though--I don't know. And again, I question why you keep asking me. He doesn't make himself elusive.

[jurisimpudent]

Well. You have spent the last while calling him any number of negative things. Shall I believe he is truthful, in spite of all of that?