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[wecanavenge]

[The camera comes on to show Erik with dressed like a soldier, with two red circles painted on his cheeks. He has a cap on, its strap belted under his chin. In his hand, a toy sword that he seems very, very convinced is real, judging by the way he hefts it skyward. And it is skyward: he's clearly standing on the deck, surrounded by snow.]

Soldiers!

[He moves stiffly, not out of pain or the long absence of movement from his coma, but because that is how the toy soldier do.]

To battle! To the Prince! The rats - they come!

[Private to the Admiral]

[He adds this later. Grumpily. Very, very grumpily.]

You can dress this up as nicely and kindly as you like: it's just another way for you to feel powerful. I'm Jewish. I don't need your propaganda shoved down my throat every God damned December.

Get them something they'll like. [Erik that is a cop out. Come on now.

And a frustrated - well that sound is a little like a growl, but not quite.]

Fine! Give Charles a soup cook book and the complete works of Ingeborg Bachmann. Give Anya The Way Meat Loves Salt. Give Alex - I don't know - give him something we won't have to argue about. Give Raven new ice skates, and - something special. Some tradition from when she was younger. Give Jean a Hand of Miriam pendant.

Give David a copy of Pinocchio. No - give it to me first. It ought to be edited. Give Rogue a bracelet. Actually - don't. Give me some small bits of metal. I'll take care of it. And give Kelsier a cabinet full of that absurdly strong liquor, whatever it is. Make sure the bottles are hidden in secret compartments.

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[wecanavenge]

[Wow, a slimy rat is a thing of nightmares. That's. Horrifying. Erik has a moment of comically wide eyes, before he picks up one of the snow balls he's been making and lobs it mechanically, aiming for Davy's face.]

[tentacruelest]

[He's hit, and takes a stumble backwards, looking bewildered. Davy shakes his head, huffing and trying to clean his maw with his "paws." He gives an annoyed snarl, heavy wormy tail lashing out]

[wecanavenge]

Back, beast! [He thrusts his sword high in an aggressive gesture, grabbing another snowball with his free hand.] You won't win this war!

[tentacruelest]

[With teeth and claw, Davy darts forward, snarling at the produced sword]

Your doom be at hand, princely brat!

[wecanavenge]

[It's a toy, but Erik is so very convinced it's real. He swings as Davy gets close, lobbing the snowball at his face again.]

[tentacruelest]

[Davy too believes the sword is real, and ducks to avoid it. He's hit with another snowball and curses, pawing at his face again to get it off]

Cold, cold-!

[wecanavenge]

That's right, plenty cold and more where that came from, scoundrel! [He hop-skips forward, grinning widely.] Back, or you'll have another!

[tentacruelest]

[With a furious snarl, Jones leaps back, his tail lashing as he roars]

Scoundrel?! You'll eat those words!

[wecanavenge]

You'll have to make me, rat! [Another hop-skip, and he waves his sword about.] Better run now with your tail between your legs!

[tentacruelest]

[With a comical cry of rage, Davy starts forward instead of back, avoiding the sword and swinging his wildly, without any hope of actually hitting anything]