2nd Kill ~ Console / Video

[irishthor]

So, bein' the community-minded fellow I am, I found something when walking in the Metal Sector this mornin'...

[Down an alleyway. Don't ask why he was there.]

...It says "Etra va, ilso Deo." Now, I'm a wee bit rusty, but... it sounds Latin to me.

[He holds up something to the camera.]

The back is covered in blood, but... it says... Tetravaal Robotics Division... whatever that means. This doesn't look native, so... Any claimers?

[He's fully aware that there may be more words under the blood, and that "etra va" could be Tetravaal, too, but... Well, he'd like to keep some of his intelligence to himself.]

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[irishthor]

Well, it's not like I have anything better to do.

[He reaches around to a pouch on his belt, opening it, and fishing the ID card out.]

There was quite a bit of blood on it. Are you alright?

[craftlife]

Yes, I'm fine now. [And he is. Aqua and Raine had really fixed him up properly.] I was just in a little trouble when I arrived.

[Or dying of a gut wound. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.]

[irishthor]

[Eyeing the ID card as he holds it out, he goes back to studying Deon. Rather openly.

He's being assessed by a man quite considerably shorter than he is.]

I'd say more than just a little.

[craftlife]

[Deon is visibly uncomfortable thinking about it. And also uncomfortable being studied.] Anyway, I'm out of trouble now, so.

[irishthor]

Alright.

[Hand still extended with the ID card in his gloved hand. He's now meeting Deon's gaze... granted having to crane his neck a tad.]

[craftlife]

Thanks. Er. I'm Deon. That's what the badge says. "Deon Wilson". Or I guess "Wilson Deon", because it goes in surname-first order...

[Quit babbling, son.]

[irishthor]

[You're also getting a bland look, there, Deon, because he's not that stupid, lad.]

Shay Cormac.

[Offers a hand.]

A pleasure.

[craftlife]

[Thanks for saving him from himself.]

Right, well, [he says, and shakes Shay's hand.] Good to meet you, Shay.

[irishthor]

[And the ID card gets pressed into his hand by Shay's other.]

Pleasure's mine, Master Wilson. Just try to keep tighter hold o'ya possessions next time, eh?

[craftlife]

I'll do my best, [he says ruefully.]

[irishthor]

Good.

[A pause.]

Now you have my attention, anything else I can help you with?

[craftlife]

Not at the moment? You've really done me a solid here, so thank you.

[irishthor]

...A solid what?

[craftlife]

Um...it's just a figure of speech, when someone does you a favor.

[irishthor]

...Right.

Well, no problem. It wasn't exactly out of me way.