Not a clue! He's always testing something or another on himself - at least nobody's eating anybody else this time! [pause] As far as I'm aware! There's only been a few murders so far, but who knows what else could happen?
[The old Skulduggery would definitely want to know more about the murders. The new Skulduggery is more-or-less "that tracks" about it.]
That sounds about right. [ugh he doesn't want to keep looking at her but also... the possible questions...] If you're affected, I assume that means the captain is also affected. Is he also cursed with honesty? ...Can he only be cursed by water as well?
[or is that poor bastard stuck like this for the duration???]
Is that what we want? [she certainly wouldn't want the barriers to fail!] I don't know. Tell him that mistakes are learning opportunities. And that if you pretend you did something on purpose that nobody will know better. Unless you're stuck telling the truth. So maybe fix that.
Do you really think it matters if I'm nice to him or not? He isn't going to listen to me either way. [he already made that clear with the whole "blah blah blah magicians are better than sorcerers" shtick...]
[she places her hand over where her heart would be for the briefest of seconds, and then turns her face to continue looking at Skulduggery expectantly.]
Well, there's nothing I'd really want to ask him, because there's nothing I'd really want to know! If I could tell him anything, I'd tell him to give up, but it wouldn't be very nice, so I wouldn't say it!
[and well that seems like the end of that conversation, back to work. namely playing the sacrifice man to ghosts game underneath her desk.]
no, she's not dignifying that with a response, just makes a shooing go away motion at Skulduggery so he can go be where he clearly rather be, while she's going to just hang out and gossip with her buddy h-
oh.
Friday seems rather preoccupied too.
just... will stand here awkwardly for a moment.]
Anyway.
[CAPTAIN] that night, after the convo with friday + ava
[Because he's got to make doubly sure he isn't affected by the stupid curse. secretly hyper-aware of all that moisture out there, man...
But he does arrive outside the bridge door, with a gift! Or, you know, a loaner he's returning. That's right, baby, he glossed over finally devoured your book about alchemizing God's love and he's here to return it like a proper gentleman.
He is also here to monopolize your honesty, but that's beside the point.
Same position as last time, just less angry about it!]
[the figure that appears next to the door, leaning slightly against it, is more shadow than man at the moment, patches of shifting black that aren't exactly the mind-breakers you'd find internally, but still give the feeling of being A Bit Wrong. illusions are effort; he's able to put forward about half of one.]
I... did remember. [To his credit, he's only momentarily startled by the presentation, and it only shows in that brief pause.
Well... damn if that doesn't paint a picture. It could be an intimidation tactic; something to prevent people from sticking around to ask him questions while he's vulnerable. (Then again, he could just refuse to appear...) It could just as well be a lack of effort, either from overexerting his powers or simply just not finding it necessary to bother with the facade. He does have a minor resistance to beings who are A Bit Wrong now, after all.]
Meanwhile, you've forgotten your skin. Must have been a rough week indeed.
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