8th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

Comments

[tentacruelest]

No; you are my preferred target. And I doubt there is love or compassion enough for you to muster half a damn about your tolerant friendship.

[indispensible]

So you do want to spar.

[tentacruelest]

Woman, stay out of this.

[indispensible]

Where? I assume the when is now. Or shall I track you down?

[tentacruelest]

There's no sport in cleaving you in two.

[indispensible]

You don't think so?

Do you understand what loyalty means?

[tentacruelest]

Better'n a pup like you can scarce imagine.

[indispensible]

I believe you. And I believe that you probably won't care to believe me when I tell you that there's no one I'm as loyal to in this place as Stark.

Challenge him, challenge me. Or stop talking.

[tentacruelest]

Neither of you are a challenge. Don't flatter yerself.

[indispensible]

Then stop talking.

[tentacruelest]

You don't command me, child. You're a puffed-up upstart with a face itching to be sliced to ribbons.

[indispensible]

And you're not nearly as petty or stupid as you'd like everyone to think.

If you hurt my inmate, I'll stop you.

[Which is not a threat but a promise. She hangs up.]

[tentacruelest]

[A cold look back at the empty screen before Jones shuts off his end as well.

No. He's not near so petty or dumb. But to be so would have made his life at least easier if truly torturing others gave him any measure of deeper satisfaction]

[outofclothes]

I think usually people say something about rubber and glue at this point.

[tentacruelest]

[Completely flummoxed here]

Rubber and glue...?

[outofclothes]

Sticks & stones?

[tentacruelest]

These are all objects, aye.

[outofclothes]

...Sure, we'll go with that.

[God, you take all the fun out of making fun of you when you don't get it!]

[tentacruelest]

[18th century pirate captain, Stark]

It's only when you're not making one lick of sense that you ent angering me, Stark.

[outofclothes]

You're supposed to be like the Waterworld Satan, aren't you? Shouldn't you be--I don't know--be able to keep up with old adages?

[tentacruelest]

Not when you are resting at the bottom of the sea, unable to step foot on land for near of a decade. The men I encounter from the day to day are more often than not...not the chatty type.

[outofclothes]

So you're not completely bugfuck.

Good to know.

[tentacruelest]

If I was, would I be here?

[outofclothes]

...There's a guy here who eats people regularly. You really think there's some kind of exception?

[tentacruelest]

Other than that, I am led to believe he is completely sane. But he has not tried eating me, and he'd be more the fool if he had.