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[There's a strangled, muffled scream when the audio clicks on, which is abruptly cut off by a wet sounding thump. Erik's cheery when he finally talks. NOTHING WRONG HERE, EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND NOTHING HURTS except for the poor bastard he's repoing.]

They get so loud sometimes, don't they. Sorry about that, I know how delicate some of you new folks can be. [He laughs, and it's not. particularly. pleasant. He starts whistling to himself, and other sounds fill the audio for a few seconds; very unpleasant, scalpels-meeting-skin sounds.]

The faire has been a nightmare in traffic. Some of us have kids to pick up from school, you know. Can't wait for that opera though, hm? Blind Mag's last show, it's bound to be a real smash. Did anyone get tickets?

[That was the sound of bones breaking; he's still whistling, still sounds like this is the most normal thing in the world.] There you are, you little fucker-- Spine replacements are always tricky. So many bones and nerves relying on one flexible bit of skeleton, mm? Terrible thing to lose one. [Erik laughs again, and this one's outright eery.] But that's debt for you. Every society needs its rules. [Another scream tears over the airwaves, but it's cut short with a few wet gurgles.] Shame.

Magda, sweetheart, if you're listening: do we need milk?

((OOC: Since it's all voice I can't add this in but Erik had some aesthetic/useful enhancements to his teeth. Because he's a shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaark, duh.))

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[Through most of the port, Raistlin had been holing up with Rayne and her rather impressive stash of weapons, but he'd found himself unable to stay in one place for so long. For one thing, he was hungry, and the sun was still up so Rayne couldn't come with him for food, for another he figured that no one was going to gauge out his eyes in the middle of broad daylight. Slipping out quietly, he decided he'd just go, get a small meal and go back, all the while wearing his new gas mask. Soon he was on the street, only going two doors down to a nearby restaurant to get some food.]

[But Raistlin's name was on Erik's list, and he was very patient with his tracking. He'd been waiting for hours for Raistlin to come out, and when he did - he was alone. Erik smiled to himself, sliding his tongue along the points of his teeth. He wasn't even trying to protect himself, the fool.

Erik slid his helmet under his arm and followed Raistlin to the restaurant, intercepting him before he could disappear inside with a gloved hand on his shoulder.]

Raistlin Majere. We've business to discuss.

[His stomach dropped. If he'd had his full powers, he wouldn't be afraid. He'd be able to incinerate this man on the spot, but while he had his abilities limited, he wasn't sure how much he could do. Raistlin turned to face his attacker. He recognized the man, of course, but assumed he must have been absorbed by this world. There was no other explanation for his actions now.

Raistlin began speaking in a strange tongue and moving his hands, and, quickly casting his spell sent small darts of fire out of his fingertips toward Erik. It wasn't as much as he could have done at full power, it probably wasn't even enough to start a decent fire on the man's clothes, but it was enough that if it made contact, it should sting a bit and possibly let Raistlin pull himself free.]

What - fuck! [Erik released Raistlin as he waved at the little darts, trying to ward them off before they reached his face. No - ow - that stung and if it left a mark so help him God, he'd make this one suffer. His teeth flashed when his mouth opened in surprise, unnaturally sharp, a shark's mouth in a human face.

But they weren't visible for long, because once he'd smeared soot across his cheek, Erik pulled his helmet down over his head - and laughed.] Are you going to run now? [He cried after Raistlin.] Go! Go! Run!

[Raistlin didn't remember Erik having teeth like that before, but he didn't have the time to worry about that now. He hurried back, putting a couple yards between him and his attacker. However, he would not run, he decided, that decision firming into more complete resolve when the man told him to run, and he turned, facing him again.]

I will not run. I will fight.

[A bold statement for someone who had been coughing up blood before, and likely would do so again if the mask was removed or if he simply overexerted himself. And Raistlin began speaking in his strange sibilant tongue again, this time reaching into a pouch and pulling out rose petals he'd taken with him when he'd left the Barge and throwing them at Erik's eyes. At full power, this would have knocked him out, but now it would only make him feel tired. Not enough to stop him, but possibly enough to slow him down enough so that Raistlin could get a few attacks in.]

You're being awfully selfish, [he chided, and laughed when he realized what those rose petals were. He jerked his head to the side when they were thrown, instinctive, but the sudden drowsiness was still unexpected. Erik shook himself, blinked hard, and flashed that shark grin.]

That's cheating, you know. What other upgrades haven't you registered? Dying of infection from a black market surgery yet? Come on, put away the toys and be a real man. [He laughs at his own joke.] At least try throwing a punch.

I am not a barbarian. I do not equate my status as a man with my ability to throw a punch.

[And with that, he began chanting again. If Erik didn't start doing something to stop him, Raistlin would throw more fiery darts. He wished he could do more, but he knew his more powerful spells would be bound completely.]

[Erik was done letting Raistlin have his free shots. He let out a shout and threw himself forward, closing the distance between them and tackling Raistlin. As he went, he pulled a knife from his hip, bringing it up as they went down. Whether he meant to put it through the man's skull or to cut out his eyes, it was hard to say.]

[Seeing the knife coming at him, Raistlin tried to dodge out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough, and soon the knife sank, thanks to his movement, not into his head, but into his shoulder. Raistlin screamed for a second, before his voice dissolved into a series of coughs despite the mask that filtered the air.]

[Which gave Erik the opportunity to close the distance between them. He wrapped his hand around the hilt and twisted it in Raistlin's shoulder, pushing it deeper and forcing the golden-skinned man to his knees.]

Your heart doesn't need to beat to extract your eyes, you know.

[A few more coughs, and a wheeze, and a blinding feeling of burning pain practically stopped Raistlin's struggling as he collapsed to his knees. He grimaced.]

Yes. I know. If you're going to kill me, get it over with already.

[At least he could be fairly certain that he'd then respawn on the Barge.

[Erik twisted the knife again, another quarter turn, and he bent down so Raistlin wouldn't see the pointed flash of his smile, the pointed teeth and wicked rows.]

My pleasure, friend. You've been downright dull.

[He yanked the knife out of Raistlin's shoulder, then, and in one smooth movement, dragged it across the man's throat.]

[A gurgling sound could be heard, and for a second Raistlin wished he hadn't asked for it to end, feeling a sudden and inexplicable instinctual surge of terror when he tried to scream and only blood came out of his mouth and throat. He collapsed on the ground, golden hourglass eyes wide as his mouth twisted into an expression of horror and pain and his body struggled to function for a few moments more before he grew still.]

[Erik grinned as that flash of fear passe over Raistlin, shaking his head. It was a natural human instinct, one he was more than familiar with, but people always tried to play it brave. By now, Erik just found it funny. They never just accepted that they were going to scream, and wet themselves, and beg. He loved the brave ones.]

Ahh, music to my ears. [He mimed the gurgling, and didn't bother to wait for Raistlin to go still before he turned his knife on those hourglass eyes. Job well done, in his book.]

It is. Terrible, I mean. [VAGUELY PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE? WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU EVER SAY THAT it's not like he's had first hand experience with this or anything. :|

Charles wanders back from the other end of the alley, wiping some blood off on his pants casually with his free hand, carrying his own spoils for the evening in a box under his arm, eying Erik and the body.]

Nice work.

[PSHHH he was saying it for you bro, duh. Erik urns and smiles at his friend and sometimes hunting partner, holding up the spine he was repossessing; at the base, a barcode.] Designer. Don't know what someone like her was doing with it.

[Charles snorts, a little disbelievingly. He doesn't exactly get the notion of needing a designer spine, of all things. It's a spine. No one is going to see it - hopefully - and as long as it does its job, he doesn't much care what the hell it looks like.]

Obviously putting a bit too much faith in whatever business investments she'd made. Honestly, what about these things make people decide they don't feel like actually following through on their payments?

[It's what's on the inside that counts, Charles. Erik's smile gets a little wider, and he shrugs as he pulls over his own cooler box, carefully folding the spine in and closing the top, leaving a smear of blood along white plastic.]

Poor budgeting. It's people like this that remind me to raise Anya right. Magda, says you're welcome around for dinner whenever you'd like, by the way.

[Functionality + Quality > Designer crap. He might be working for GeneCo, but he's still got that kind of mindset.]

You know I'd love to. Are you all going to the opera?

[Whatever bro, you're behind the times. Erik presses his lips together, and shakes his head.]

Tickets are too pricey, but I promised Anya I'd take her to watch from outside. Are you going?

[Hey, do you know how fucking awful it is to have your spine ripped out and replaced? He's not doing that every six months when the latest model comes out. :|]

I don't know. Probably not.

Prefect wants to go on a date with me. [lol who are these people we work with bro.]

[Buddy that's what the zydrate's for.]

A date. [LOLING.] Did you let him down gently? [His version of gently is like a punch in the face though. Or literally a punch in the face. So who knows.]

[Yeah he's not turning into Merlin either, thanks. :|]

By who's definition? [HE KNOWS WHAT YOUR VERSION OF GENTLY IS, BRO.]

[Find some happy median, duh.]

I'll leave that up to you.

Edited 2012-02-28 16:29 (UTC)

Not by yours. I've found hitting colleagues doesn't foster a friendly workplace environment.

No, but it does get exciting. [Boxing the spin, Erik turns back to his victim, looking into the hole he left in the man's back, searching for any other recyclable organs. When he doesn't find any, he flicks blood off his gloves, away from him self and Charles, and tugs them off.]

I see you're finally showing your true colors, daddykins.

[He's still amused, but definitely uncomprehending.] Sorry?

You've always been a monster. Apparently this place has just brought out the beast in you. You and that coward Xavier. After this, I seriously doubt anyone will mistake you for good or redeemable, so please. Slaughter away. It's time the truth about you came out, you abusive fuck.

[An outright laugh, this time.] Darling, I don't know what you're talking about, but there's only one little girl who gets to call me 'daddy,' and you are not the apple of my eye. [There's a sing song quality in his works, like a beat he's speaking to.]

That's no surprise. You don't love. Really, are you expecting your mockery to hurt? You've already done all the hurting me that you can, daddy dearest--I'm numb to it now.

But if we cross paths I'm still going to make you swallow all those teeth.

How are your abilities?

Lessened, damn it all. Both fortunately and unfortunately my Warden's been bodyguarding me the entire time.

I think fortunately, in that case.

Let me know if there's trouble, I have... backup.

It's always appreciated. We run up against it you're the first guy I'm calling.

My daughter is nine, girl; you aren't her.

[He's getting vaguely annoyed, but he does chuckle while he works.] For someone so numb, you seem awfully affected by my teeth, of all things.

She's got a few more years yet before you lock her up, then.

It's pointless to continue this conversation. Just remember what I said.

Have you had brain surgery recently? And I thought they'd been making so many advances with the instabilities.

Far be it from me to stop you, but you do understand that this isn't sustainable?

Repossessions, surgeries? It's sustained us quite well, if you haven't noticed.

How many people die in the average month here, including from repossession complications?

How many survive thanks to surgeries?

That's not what I asked. Total deaths - accidents, murders, illnesses...

Do I look like someone who keeps track of that? Talk to the Largos. If you're brave enough.

I don't really care that much. My question is: Would it be more or less than the number of children being born?

[Erik's just loling now.] Do we look like a society in danger of collapse?

[Bland:] I'm going to assume you're either joking or stupid.

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