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[Johanna flicks on the video with a glare. The room around her is dark; the screen lights her face from below. When she speaks, her voice is a little rough and hoarse, like she's been shouting a lot, very recently. (She has.)]

Hi, friends. [She bites out the word.] Just a little message for you all. You've all gotten really comfortable on this hunk of junk you're calling a ship--or what's passing as a ship-- [And she manages a little smirk at that--] --which, come on, it's crap. But I get it, it's not yours. You're all just prisoners here, it did some horrible things to you... yeah.

And that's where this comes in.

[She holds up her arm, where her tattoo is clearly stamped out, fresh and new.]

See this thing? This isn't a fashion accessory. This is bullshit. The last time someone shoved something in my arm and told me to smile and get on with my life, I didn't put up with it. I'm getting this thing out of myself, and if any of you have any sense--you'll do the same. You wonder how they get to you? It's things like this. But I'll bet you already knew that.

Well, fuck that. Fuck all of it. I'm not doing that again.

You want us to join up and help you run this ship? --Or resist this ship, or fight whatever you think is here? Here's my offer. First person that tells me how to get this thing out of my arm without dying, I'll join whatever they're running. And you want me on your side.

[JOHANNA OUT.]

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After her?

[She hefts one axe into view, with a smirk.]

Lark-Killer's a pretty good name. It doesn't even have to end with killing, it could just be maiming. Scaring. Scarring.

If I kill her, and Marius arrives here, he will never look at me again.

[She wants her senpai to notice her, okay?]

But perhaps...

You use an axe. That is a strange weapon.

I don't use it. I fight with it, and I'm the best with it. People in District 7 are throwing axes before they can even walk.

[She flips her axe over in her hand so the other side of it is up, admiring it with a smile.]

Marius. That's your boyfriend?

I would not wish to go up against you with an axe. I am sure you are truly the best.

[Seriously, that's pretty awesome. She's not used to women being so apt with weapons.]

Boyfriend? No. He, I suppose, is hers.

You have no idea.

[but she's super pleased with the admiration, thanks and feel free to say it again.]

Your fake boyfriend. Whatever you want to call him. Is he really that great?

You must show me!

[Yes, teach the unstable one how to wield an axe.]

My friend. [Eponine, that is stretching it.] He is. Oh, you would know it if you met him! He is kind and smart! Such wonderful freckles and cheekbones! His eyes light up the darkest place in my heart.

You want me to show you or teach you? I'm a pretty bad teacher.

[Like, the worst. But she's kind of amused by Eponine, whose enthusiasm is more than a little over-the-top ridiculous. Especially regarding some friend.]

Freckles?

Perhaps both. I could teach you something else, in return. I am sure to be a terrible teacher as well.

Yes! They bring out his eyes, such a beautiful blue. the last things I saw on this earth. I could not forget them.

Okay, let's stop talking about your friend, because I'm about to throw up.

What can you teach me?

How to pick pockets and locks.

You know there's no money here, right.

And there was hardly any money in Paris, but there are other things.

I think they lock people up for stealing.

[it's more amused than chiding, like she's waiting to see what response she gets with that. how big are your balls, Eponine?]

I've been locked up for worse.

[Huge. Ass. Balls.]

I stole a good number of things, at the last colony we found.

Besides. I'm not afraid of anything.

And you're so boastful. Pride isn't a virtue.

[Except if your name is Johanna then pride is totally a virtue. That's pretty obvious by her amused tone. One does not easily earn membership into the Club, but Eponine is making a pretty good case for herself.]

You stole things like what?

I have never been virtuous.

[Eponine has already decided she likes this girl.]

All sorts of things. Money. Silver. Jewelry. A few hearts. Lives. Innocence. We were infamous in Paris. The most well-known thief and murderer was very fond of me. I gave him a run for all he was worth.

Good.

[because FUCK VIRTUE amirite]

Stealing innocence, that's a big one. Maybe you're not so bad. But an axe might not be for you.

I believe I like you. [She flashes her a dangerous smile.]

What would you suggest? I have once killed a man with a knife. Others with guns.

We'll just have to see if I like you.

[But she's smiling anyways so she's at least starting to... well, like her, as much as Johanna likes anyone. Especially from first impressions.]

Which one do you like better?

Knives. [She answers without hesitation.] They are more often found in my line of work. And I do not like the sound of guns.

There you go. You answered your own question. You're a knife girl.

Just between you and me, that's a way better choice. Anyone can use a gun. They might not be good at it, but they can use it. Yawn.

I would agree. The boys I saw wielding them knew not what they were doing.

I'm not surprised.

Better stick with what you know. You can learn new things, but why change what you do best?

They were fighting the national guard.

You're a smart woman. What is your name?

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