It's good to meet you, Sameen. ..Or Shaw, if you prefer.
I like to see new planets if I can, though the ..last venture didn't quite go as planned, and I was dead to the world for everything after the ship flipped from the rogue wave. This one looks peaceful though, hoping to get in a bit of fishing.
My dad talked about taking me fishing a couple times, 'cause his dad took him when he was a kid. Lakes weren't always easy to come by in the places we lived, though.
Meet me on the deck; I'll come up and take you down.
[She hasn't been back onboard the Barge since they docked, but she can make a brief (very brief) exception here.]
[No reason to delay! There's worse ways to spend a port than doing a bit of sight seeing, and when Angeal turns up on deck, he's neatly dressed, clean, and ... significantly bigger than his new temporary warden. Supersoldiers.
But nothing of his bearing aside from his size and frame is particularly menacing, he seems rather placid all things considered. Maybe she'll get an easy month from at least one of her paired inmates.]
[Shaw, at five-foot-two, is used to people being bigger than her - not this much bigger, necessarily, but all the same. She doesn't balk at his size, nor does she seem to have any shame in having to look up to address him as she approaches.]
Hewley?
[The man could just be a random person who happens to be coincidentally hanging out on the deck, but she's betting not.]
[Were this back home, he'd be looking for a rank to address her by. In the absence of it, there's no salute but he does draw to a stop at a respectful distance.]
As accused; you must be Shaw. Do you need anything before we head out? Weaponry, supplies?
[He's not allowed weapons! But she certainly should be, though by the way things looked over the rail of the ship, he doesn't expect it to be necessary.]
[The gun draws a short nod, that's plenty of fire power for ... most things, really.]
Haven't met him myself, but that's an ominous name to be going by in this kind of place. If it comes to it, which it ... shouldn't, the Admiral hasn't seen fit to rid me of my durability, if things go pear-shaped keep your distance and take advantage of that gun, I'll keep trouble distracted.
Sounds good. I feel like after recent events the Admiral will be trying for a more sedate kind of location, but you never know.
[Alongside the possibility of violence from his fellow inmates; if Shaw's his warden for the month, then he'd have to keep tabs on her safety. It's only fair.
But the smell of the sea is pleasant, and the air is warm, and while he's keeping an eye out for problems he's also not expecting any by the general relaxed bearing he has.]
Forced my protégé to kill me when I started losing my mind.
[That's terribly blunt. And only part why he's here, but he hasn't figured that out yet.]
Might also be here for other work-related things, I'm not entirely sure what the Admiral's after yet.
[Hmmmm. Shaw considers this in silence for a minute or so, a thoughtful look on her face.]
Can't blame you for wanting to die if you were losing yourself, especially if it would have made you a danger. Why'd you pick your protégé to do the job?
[It's leaving out a lot. A lot. But surely it's mostly completely irrelevant, surely, so he's not going to bother.]
I knew he'd be able to, if pushed hard enough. SOLDIERs of my rank are ... very hard to kill on a good day, and I knew I couldn't trust anyone else to actually do it.
[And he's well aware it was a bad decision; he's visibly uncomfortable with it.]
Yeah. Probably crappy for his own mental state, though, so you're probably right; that's part of the reason you're here. And as far as the rest goes--
[She glances over at him - seemingly unfazed by his discomfort, but not reveling in it, either.]
I'm not so good at spinning my wheels, and you don't seem like the type to keep me busy by going on massacres. So I'm thinking this month, we try to figure out at least some of the other reasons. Get a good list going for your next warden to dig their teeth into.
[Not, she notes sourly to herself, that she expects most wardens to bother to read the inmate ledger.]
It was, terribly. ...He's here. One of your fellow Wardens, Zack Fair.
[A man who's been here for years, on this ship, and graduated more than one inmate.]
... Mm, that I can promise. Rampant murder for the sake of murder is ... [Dishonorable.] Unprofessional, at the least. I like to think I'm low maintenance, it'll give you more time to focus on that Dark Urge fellow if you need to. If we come up with anything else on the side that sounds fine.
[The boats to fetch water shouldn't be far, at least, less stable than the giant Barge but a fun challenge all its own.]
It'd be an asshole move to not bother being a warden to you just because you're quiet. Especially if you're a friend of Fair's.
[And she's not surprised at all by that connection - already, they remind her of each other. Finding out that Angeal is Zack's mentor feels like a puzzle piece snapping into place.
Coming up on the dock, she scans her eyes over the eclectic offerings, noting with distaste that none of them have motors. She wonders if that's standard, or if they're just unlucky. Going to stand next to a rowboat, she looks at Angeal, raising a questioning eyebrow.]
Sounds like I might have years to work through things, if something else comes up more immediately important, that's not an asshole move to focus on it.
[Saddling a warden with two inmates simply doubles their workload! How is that fair to anybody?
If all the motorboats were already taken that would be Angeal's luck. The rowboats are considered for a long moment, brow furrowing, before he simply shrugs and heads to climb into the nearest one with an ease that suggests it's not his first.]
Just tell me where we're headed, and I'll do the rowing. We have containers for this special water we're supposed to get?
[He has designs on rowing in both directions. He's just not going to say so, he knows better.
The boat seems sturdy enough to do the job, so long as the weather didn't suddenly turn or anything, and as he settles into his chosen spot and picks up the oars, there's the matter of containers.]
..I could run back up to the deck, I think I saw a five gallon bucket.
[Bringing magical repair water in a five gallon home depot bucket is PERFECTLY REASONABLE. It'd be fewer trips!]
[Someone more magically-minded than Shaw might have been able to deduce that the cups are the only things that will be able to carry the water, in order for it to keep its intended effects; magic, after all, tends to have rules of its own, if one knows how to look for and understand them. Unfortunately, Shaw knows how to do neither of those things, and she's too logic-minded to find any flaws in this plan. Of course they should just use a bigger bucket. It's obvious.]
Get two, if you can find them. Check the greenhouse.
[Angeal's world does have magic, unfortunately all his training in it has been more of a scientific bent than pure mysticism with rules that make no sense. So it seems perfectly reasonable to try to cut down on runs needed. Why do little cups?
If he could figure out how to get an entire barrel out there he would, but the rowboats simply didn't look big enough to handle the weight.]
I'll see what I can find.
[So back out of the boat with Angeal, and back towards the other Boat. It's going to take him a few minutes, even at a jog, to find what he's looking for. At least it's a peaceful day?]
[And while he does that, she'll busy herself with preparing the boat for departure: untying it, readying the oars, and then steering the prow directly into the sandy shore, anchoring it in place so that Angeal can easily board when he returns and they can shove off immediately.]
[And when he does return, somewhere around fifteen minutes later, he's now got two 5 gallon buckets, with their lids. There's a lot of barge to repair, little cups one at a time was a waste.]
Sorry, I took a minute to wash them. I don't know if magic water can be contaminated, better safe than sorry.
[He doesn't mind getting a little wet to get back onto the boat, it's a bit necessary with someone his weight standing on the part buried in the sand. But it won't take more than a bit of maneuvering at least to get them fully back in the water.]
[Shaw will hop into the prow to help him get the buckets in, settling them on the floor between the two seats - and then handing the oars over to him only a little bit grudgingly.]
So you said you think you might be here for work-related stuff. Assassinations?
[His smile is brief and he hopes, friendly, when he takes the oars and settles into place. He's getting the impression getting the chance to row back is going to be a challenge.
But the smile fades. 'Work', such as it was..]
Not usually. I was more ... if my rank got called in it's because you needed the entire base razed, not because you need a single target eliminated. I'm not sure what the equivalent is in other militaries. My orders sometimes included ... non military targets.
[No surprise, there.]
At the time.. orders were orders, and we were there to try to make their lives better. The company did good. It brought health care, cheap electricity, roads, sanitation, better infrastructure.. but the cost was war. Over and over.
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I like to see new planets if I can, though the ..last venture didn't quite go as planned, and I was dead to the world for everything after the ship flipped from the rogue wave. This one looks peaceful though, hoping to get in a bit of fishing.
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Tell you what. You come with me on a dumb magical boat trip to get healing water for the ship, and I'll go fishing with you. Deal?
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Meet me on the deck; I'll come up and take you down.
[She hasn't been back onboard the Barge since they docked, but she can make a brief (very brief) exception here.]
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[No reason to delay! There's worse ways to spend a port than doing a bit of sight seeing, and when Angeal turns up on deck, he's neatly dressed, clean, and ... significantly bigger than his new temporary warden. Supersoldiers.
But nothing of his bearing aside from his size and frame is particularly menacing, he seems rather placid all things considered. Maybe she'll get an easy month from at least one of her paired inmates.]
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Hewley?
[The man could just be a random person who happens to be coincidentally hanging out on the deck, but she's betting not.]
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As accused; you must be Shaw. Do you need anything before we head out? Weaponry, supplies?
[He's not allowed weapons! But she certainly should be, though by the way things looked over the rail of the ship, he doesn't expect it to be necessary.]
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Already packing. I'm set. Once we get the lay of the land, maybe we can see about getting this Dark Urge guy to come out with us.
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Haven't met him myself, but that's an ominous name to be going by in this kind of place. If it comes to it, which it ... shouldn't, the Admiral hasn't seen fit to rid me of my durability, if things go pear-shaped keep your distance and take advantage of that gun, I'll keep trouble distracted.
[Safety first!]
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Sounds like a plan, if you're game. I can fight hand-to-hand too, and I'll go for that as a first resort, but it's good to have back-up.
So what's your deal?
[She won't come right out and say it - at least not yet - but nothing about him has struck her as particularly inmate-y so far.]
tw: suicide by SOLDIER
[Alongside the possibility of violence from his fellow inmates; if Shaw's his warden for the month, then he'd have to keep tabs on her safety. It's only fair.
But the smell of the sea is pleasant, and the air is warm, and while he's keeping an eye out for problems he's also not expecting any by the general relaxed bearing he has.]
Forced my protégé to kill me when I started losing my mind.
[That's terribly blunt. And only part why he's here, but he hasn't figured that out yet.]
Might also be here for other work-related things, I'm not entirely sure what the Admiral's after yet.
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Can't blame you for wanting to die if you were losing yourself, especially if it would have made you a danger. Why'd you pick your protégé to do the job?
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I knew he'd be able to, if pushed hard enough. SOLDIERs of my rank are ... very hard to kill on a good day, and I knew I couldn't trust anyone else to actually do it.
[And he's well aware it was a bad decision; he's visibly uncomfortable with it.]
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
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[She glances over at him - seemingly unfazed by his discomfort, but not reveling in it, either.]
I'm not so good at spinning my wheels, and you don't seem like the type to keep me busy by going on massacres. So I'm thinking this month, we try to figure out at least some of the other reasons. Get a good list going for your next warden to dig their teeth into.
[Not, she notes sourly to herself, that she expects most wardens to bother to read the inmate ledger.]
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[A man who's been here for years, on this ship, and graduated more than one inmate.]
... Mm, that I can promise. Rampant murder for the sake of murder is ... [Dishonorable.] Unprofessional, at the least. I like to think I'm low maintenance, it'll give you more time to focus on that Dark Urge fellow if you need to. If we come up with anything else on the side that sounds fine.
[The boats to fetch water shouldn't be far, at least, less stable than the giant Barge but a fun challenge all its own.]
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[And she's not surprised at all by that connection - already, they remind her of each other. Finding out that Angeal is Zack's mentor feels like a puzzle piece snapping into place.
Coming up on the dock, she scans her eyes over the eclectic offerings, noting with distaste that none of them have motors. She wonders if that's standard, or if they're just unlucky. Going to stand next to a rowboat, she looks at Angeal, raising a questioning eyebrow.]
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[Saddling a warden with two inmates simply doubles their workload! How is that fair to anybody?
If all the motorboats were already taken that would be Angeal's luck. The rowboats are considered for a long moment, brow furrowing, before he simply shrugs and heads to climb into the nearest one with an ease that suggests it's not his first.]
Just tell me where we're headed, and I'll do the rowing. We have containers for this special water we're supposed to get?
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[She may be tiny, but she's stronger than she looks, and would rather work her muscles than not.]
Last boat I was in, there was a bag hanging off the side, but I'm not seeing one here. Maybe under the seat cushions.
[She climbs in to investigate, semi-reluctantly leaving the oars to him for now.]
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[He has designs on rowing in both directions. He's just not going to say so, he knows better.
The boat seems sturdy enough to do the job, so long as the weather didn't suddenly turn or anything, and as he settles into his chosen spot and picks up the oars, there's the matter of containers.]
..I could run back up to the deck, I think I saw a five gallon bucket.
[Bringing magical repair water in a five gallon home depot bucket is PERFECTLY REASONABLE. It'd be fewer trips!]
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Get two, if you can find them. Check the greenhouse.
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If he could figure out how to get an entire barrel out there he would, but the rowboats simply didn't look big enough to handle the weight.]
I'll see what I can find.
[So back out of the boat with Angeal, and back towards the other Boat. It's going to take him a few minutes, even at a jog, to find what he's looking for. At least it's a peaceful day?]
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Sorry, I took a minute to wash them. I don't know if magic water can be contaminated, better safe than sorry.
[He doesn't mind getting a little wet to get back onto the boat, it's a bit necessary with someone his weight standing on the part buried in the sand. But it won't take more than a bit of maneuvering at least to get them fully back in the water.]
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[Shaw will hop into the prow to help him get the buckets in, settling them on the floor between the two seats - and then handing the oars over to him only a little bit grudgingly.]
So you said you think you might be here for work-related stuff. Assassinations?
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But the smile fades. 'Work', such as it was..]
Not usually. I was more ... if my rank got called in it's because you needed the entire base razed, not because you need a single target eliminated. I'm not sure what the equivalent is in other militaries. My orders sometimes included ... non military targets.
[No surprise, there.]
At the time.. orders were orders, and we were there to try to make their lives better. The company did good. It brought health care, cheap electricity, roads, sanitation, better infrastructure.. but the cost was war. Over and over.
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