extendedbrutalpipemurder

Twice. And it's not - there has to be a better way to describe it. Because it's not murder in the way we know it. But it's still violating.

What's that look on your face for?

I'm simply pleased you're enjoying the drink.

[ it really does seem to have put him in a much more relaxed mood ]

I made sure that both the men who were the cause of it understood that I will not tolerate anything like it from them again. But I don't hold it against-- well. Norton I don't hold anything against.

'Enjoying' might be too strong a word. I'm tolerating it.

[oho throwing your words back at you]

Either way. Seems there's no getting rid of us, is there?

[ he's going to get you to enjoy tea one way or another ]

Not that way.

[ he pauses, sips his own cup of tea. ]

It would be very difficult, but likely it's possible to make life on the Barge so miserable for an individual that they would ask the Admiral simply to send away.

Only if you're a warden.

[Believe him, he's tried]

And if you're a warden, you can just leave. Provided you aren't dead or your world's not destroyed.

I was thinking more of a permanent coma. Brain-death. But you'd have to make it so no one could mercy-kill you.

[ that gets a quiet snort ]

Our resident Dracula aside, I rate very highly the odds that the Admiral has the miraculous ability to cure any kind of illness or disease which afflicted anyone on board.

[ elias hates it, actually ]

The warden has to request it, though. Or risk demotion.

It's a formality, then. We can assume wardens will ensure their inmates are returned to health, so long as they're on board.

You could take them out as a pair. Warden and inmate. Although I think the Admiral probably brings the warden back.

Yes, I expect so.

[ why are things so hard, trevor? it's very unfair. ]

Driving someone to ask to leave is really the only option that I can see for anything more permanent.

Mmn. That, or wait until the warden leaves to go check on their world, or whatever.

You hear this ship is stolen?

I'd heard the rumour floating about.

[ he's read through the entire network as far as he's able ]

Is it true after all? Is our fearless Admiral some rogue element?

It’s true. Confirmed it with a few different people.

And it just made me more satisfied that the Admiral is an evil bastard. Jon and I…we don’t see eye to eye on that.

The petty fucker tripped me with his powers.

Oh? How so?

He literally tripped me. We argued. Then he comes after me in person to finish the argument. Then I go to leave and the bastard says a word that makes me trip on my own feet like a toddler.

[And he was never so angry in that moment to have his helplessness thrown in his face like that]

[ elias' expression is blank a moment as he processes that.

and then has to quickly bring up a hand to try (and fail) to cover the burst of laughter that escapes him. his shoulders shake for several seconds with the effort. ]

Oh- My apologies, I can see this isn't a laughing matter to you. But how-- very like Jon.

[Trevor cocks his head to one side but his brow lessens a little]

Don't think I've ever heard you laugh before.

Fuck, though. Isn't it just.

Be ready for a heartfelt and guilt-laden apology sometime in the next few days, if he hasn't already done so.

[ elias is still smiling, because this is objectively hilarious ]

Oh, fuck that. I don't want any apologies.

What's so funny?

The apology is as inescapable as Jon's pettiness.

[ and he pauses again to sip at his tea before answering the second question. ]

It's nice to be reminded that, for all his desire to be better, he's still the man I hired, flaws and all.

Ugh. Look, if he's going to keep on being a fucking asshole, he might as well save the apologies.

I believe he would fundamentally disagree with you on that point.

[ it really shouldn't give him so much pleasure, and yet it does. ]

But I'm curious about your disagreement-- what is it that has you convinced that the Admiral is actually a villain in all of this?

Nothing convinced me. I knew from the second I appeared on this ship.

[ that's quite the claim. ]

Thanks to some... innate evil-detecting power of yours?

It's not an evil - never mind.

[Trevor waves a hand a little]

I woke up in a house that burned to the ground when I was twelve. I open the door and find a whole ship full of humans and monsters who all want to force me to come back to life.

I don't have a family. They were all murdered back when the house burned down. And I expected to see someone here to welcome me to Hell, or whatever.

Instead it's a ship resting comfortably in Limbo. Come to find out my soul was stolen and I'm a prisoner here.

That's why I think he's so fucked up.

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