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[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal lifts her head slightly off the table. She mumbles, "He's manipulating you. He always is. He's manipulating you away from me Keirdan is...cute. He's easier to like than me. He's doing this on purpose. Making you think Keirdan's safe, and he'll turn you against me. I can't believe you didn't figure this out. How do you even know him, anyway? When were you with him before?"

[Breekan1]

Breekan sits down next to Shal and looks into her eyes. "I'm not against you, Sis. I'm worried you're the one being manipulated, or at the very least mistaken. And I don't want to see what it'll do to you if you kill Keirdan and live to regret it later. Dad's kind of big into regret, after all." He puts the gun back in his arm. "As far as knowing the kid's concerned, I forget when he showed up exactly- it was a little before this place emptied out a few years ago. My memory's a bit hazy, what with the amnesia and genocide and whatnot, but I remember him having a wicked scream." Breekan pauses as an epiphany washes over his face. "Hey, shouldn't he be older?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal glares at Breekan. "Like I said, it's been following me for years. It's closing in on....twelve years, now? It's looked the same, the entire time." Shal drops her head back to the table, pressing her cheek against the cool surface, the glow is starting to fade.

[Breekan1]

"Are you sure it's actually been attacking you? I mean, it seems like if it was really much of a threat... well, after 12 years, it would have gotten to you by now if it really wanted to or could, you know? Maybe we're not understanding the situation all the way." Breekan picks the Taxxon GutWhiskey off the bar and takes another swig. It's gone warm since he ordered it. A piece of vein gets stuck in his teeth.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal sits up, and lifts the side of her shirt, showing a dark reddish-purple scar running from her hip halfway to her shoulder. "It did that." She drops the shirt.

She pulls up her left pant leg, showing an ugly scar covering the majority of her lower leg. "Burned me."

She places her right hand on the table, and picks up her knife off the table where she dropped it, using her left hand. She stabs the knife straight through her right hand and into the table. The hand flickers, and disappears. She holds up the arm with the now-missing hand "And that." She shakes the arm, and the hand re-appears. She pulls the knife from the table, and replaces it in the holster on her leg.

"You're not the only one dad modifies. The only reason I'm still living, is because I can move faster than it can, and the scream...oh the scream doesn't work on me anymore."

[Breekan1]

Breekan lets out a low whistle. "Christ... Still, I mean, maybe the kid can be changed. He sounds like one of dad's Howlers, in more ways than one. I had a drink with one once. It talked to me about cartoons, and then eating livers. My point is, for whatever reason, Dad doesn't seem to create evil minions. Just... severely misled ones."

[Gumby]

During the scuffle, Conner had picked up his weapon, and set it on kill. He aimed the weapon at Shal, and asked.

"Okay, give me one goof reason not to vaporize you, you attacked a kid, you glowed, and attacked B1. Give me one goof reason not to kill you."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal snorts at Connor. "If you want to stay alive, you'll put the damn thing down and SIT. You shouldn't be moving, you're going to rip your...seams open, dipsh*t." She holds out the bottle of whiskey to Connor, then glances at B1.

"No. It's not a misled minion. It's a game of f*ck with Shalner. See how much we can mess with her head. Turn 'er into a yeerk. Kill Jess. Send Keirdan. Take her ship and her memory. See just how much we can do before she goes ballistic. That's what it is." She changes her mind, and takes a swig of whiskey, then offers it out to Connor again.

[Gumby]

"When I enlisted, they injected me with an regeneration chemiclal. See?" onenr showed his stocmach was only a large, dark scab.

"No whisky, I cant stand that foul stuff. Fire ale is good though. And why would killing you kill me?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal shrugs, and gestures towards B1. "Do I really need to answer?" She leans back against the booth, and takes another swig of whiskey.

[Breekan1]

Breekan nods. "She's right. We look out for our own. Which is why," he adds, snapping his head back to Shal, "we can't go about shanking Keirdan. Yes, he may or may not be trying to kill you. He certainly didn't act like it, but I don't think you're delusional enough to have just imagined he did in the past. But the thing is, he's just as much Crayak's little toy for dicking around as either of us. Do you really think Crayak wouldn't want us all fighting each other? Would you really like to let him succeed in getting to you? The ****er is damn-near omnipotent. He doesn't have to kill us- he could make it so that we never existed. We're only here so he can make us suffer, meaning we only win if we don't do what he wants. And deep down, we both know he wants us to kill Keirdan, or die trying."

[Gumby]

"But what is with this, 'Keirdan thing?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal glares at Breekan. "If he shows up, I will go after him. There is a difference between you, and Keirdan. You have never mauled me. It is not your sole purpose to harm me. Him being near me is so...awful, I start to, ah, physically change."


Shal shrugs, and answers Connor. "Our...little brother? Crayak made it. If you see it, run. If you see it open your mouth, may as well kill yourself to stop the pain."

[Breekan1]

"Shal, if you go after him, I will stop you. I will not kill you, but I will stop you." Breekan sighs, takes another shot of warm gutwhiskey. "Here is the thing. The kid... he wanted me to help him, Shal. He seemed scared. If he can kill you so easily, if all he wants is to kill you, why would he be scared?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal smirks, and rolls her eyes. "Yeah. Yeah. Lot of good that does all of us. We wrestle, he gets away, I get weapons pointed at me." Shal turns on the seat, and stretches her legs out on the seat of the booth, pushing B1 towards the edge. She snorts, "Lot of help you are."