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[faithlessly]

[ hey, tq, it's dean. he's looking... well, a little more restless than normal, and mostly because now that it's been some time after the jump, he's finally accepted that yet another friend has left the ride. he rubs the knuckles of one hand anxiously before looking at the communicator. ]

Any of you ever had a friend or two in this ship who you know ain't around back home anymore? Sucks when they go back, doesn't it. Especially when home isn't just a box six feet underground, but... [ but purgatory, where you personally put them.

it hurts. it sucks. ]

But something a lot more dangerous. Guess we should learn by now to hold on to 'em as hard as we can while we still have 'em, instead of...this. [ as sincere as he is, he can't quite help the strained smirk, like it really is all some big joke. ]

But since I can't do that, I'll ask for the second best thing; anyone feel like doin' a little sparring? And I mean the off the record kind, no punches pulled stuff. You know, fun. [ it's something he's good at, something he could just lose himself in for a little while, so it's worth a shot. ]

Those easily bruised and ready for tears-- or too busy whining about the temperature need not apply. And if you ain't sure, we can even throw a bet of some kind on the winner-- whatever works. Even you freaky supernatural critters are welcome.

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[faithlessly]

Okay. So what's a Marat? We got any aboard?

[legionare]

There are different clans of Marat. They are — taller and paler than Alerans. Barbarians, though Kitai would skin me for saying as much.

[ seeing how she is marat, and his best friend's girlfriend. ]

And no. As far as I can tell, there are none on board. [ but then, kitai is frighteningly good at hiding. ]

[faithlessly]

[ quit it with the alien terminology dude ]

Uh-huh, right. And you're none of those... things, right? You're human? A wizard human person?

[legionare]

[ no you quit it ]

I'm Aleran.

[faithlessly]

[ he needs someone else to explain this shit to him you know in english instead of weird alien-man language ]

I'm not even gonna pretend I understand anymore, but alright. My name's Dean. You got a name-- like a normal name, at least?

[legionare]

I'm Max.

[ antillar maximus, if you must know. ]

[faithlessly]

Hey, there we go, great! [ MAX IS SIMPLE MAX WORKS FOR DEAN ] That won't even be hard to remember.

[legionare]

[ why does his name make you so happy....... ]

Unless you have a very bad memory.

[faithlessly]

[ BC EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT YOU IS STUPIDLY COMPLICATED ]

Guess we'll have to wait and see.

[legionare]

[ only because you're not familiar with it, dean. ]

No protest to defend your memory?

[faithlessly]

There're a lotta faces in this place, buddy, a lot of which come and go. If you're still here in-- give or take six months, I might remember it better.

[ or something. ]

[legionare]

I've already been here that long.

[ pointed out drily. ]

[faithlessly]

[ hush. ]

Not to me. [ you're officially new in ~knowing dean~ so shut it. ]

[legionare]

[ ... he can't argue with that logic, but it's still very egocentric. ]

All right.

[faithlessly]

[ :33 ]

Good, awesome.

[legionare]

So did you want to spar?

[faithlessly]

Unless I've managed to scare you off, sure thing, dude.

[legionare]

I don't scare easily.

[faithlessly]

Guess we'll find out.

[legionare]

Name the time and the place.