James Tiberius Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
universal_charm) wrote2020-12-14 11:29 pm
universal_charm) wrote2020-12-14 11:29 pm
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You've reached Kirk Industries, Inc.
Just leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
If this is personal, well, do the same - except you've called James Kirk.
Re: Action; Early Afternoon - 175
"Generous" is a relative term, and no matter how much they give me, it doesn't make me happy being kidnapped and operated on - again. There are inter-galactic laws against that, last time I checked.
[ Huff, huff. Yeah, he's not happy about it, even though he doesn't want to leave these people in the lurch either. He's not heartless. He would have put everything his crew had behind helping find a cure if they'd come upon this planet. He would do it now - if he was simply asked. Being forced left a sour taste in his mouth. ]
And I'm not convinced that the reason they say they brought us here is the only reason they want us - any of us.
[ But maybe he was just paranoid. It was a logical reaction, right? ]
Uh... okay, I'll remember that. Though I didn't think anyone could make outside the walls. I thought that was the point of the dome.
Action; Early Afternoon - 175
[She's not going to comment on intergalactic law - for one thing, law structure differs between universes and time lines as best as she can tell. For another, Bifrons was hardly in a position to obey them - assuming anyone outside of Zeus was prepared to make them.]
Of course we're not. But the threat they've talked is real, even if exactly who started whatever war that wrecked this place is unclear. Poor bastards who've turned into Dysthrope exist, and as of right now, there's no way to turn them back. Once they're too far gone, that's it. Only one way to put them down. [there's no humour now, just grim fact] Proles would prefer to pretend everything outside doesn't exist. Bifrons don't like to mention there are people outside who've survived in spite of how bad it is - admittedly, not many of them, at least not in range of the Dome. That we know of.
Oh, and they're cannibals.
Action; Early Afternoon - 175
[ He flaps them, as if the other could have possibly missed the canary yellow feathered appendages. ]
Cannibals, huh? They sound like a delightful bunch.
Action; Early Afternoon - 175
[ And wings, to boot. Part of her can't help but find that a modification as bad as the ports, distrust, dislike, distaste evident in her expression.
And hidden away, an ever so fleeting whisper of envy follows, wondering if those wings had ever allowed him to fly. ]
Aside from their leader, they weren't much for conversation. He was an ex-callsign. [and now, likely dead. even if they didn't have 100% proof of that..] ..And it says a great deal that I still couldn't tell you who the greater monsters are in this scenario.
Action; Early Afternoon - 175
[ He felt the same way, really. Even worse because they weren't simply grafted on. They were woven into his nervous system, as as much a part of him as a bird and its own wings.
And once, they had, but only the once. ]
I think it says that when it comes to survival we make allowances, sometimes. Can't imagine anyone turns to cannibalism because they want to you.
Action; Early Afternoon - 175
[ It could be so much worse, she knows. But that doesn't make this any better, and bitching about it certainly won't change things now. ]
Eating dysthrope to survive? [headshake] I think I'd rather jump off a cliff. [if only because she trends towards having a higher survival rate than most that way]
Well. It was nice meeting you, Kirk. No doubt we'll run into each other again.
Re: Action; Early Afternoon - 175
You'd be surprised.
[ And he left it at that, nothing more. ]
Yeah, it was. Hopefully next time not because I had to order something in, huh?
Action; Early Afternoon - 175
[Unfortunately, that would be thanks to personal experience here. Experience she'd really rather she hadn't had. ]
Who knows, maybe I'll end up handling a delivery for you. So long as it's not too large. [her bike can only handle so much after all. She extends her hand, offering it in shake] No doubt we'll run into each other again. Most immune tend to stick together.