[StarRail PSL]

[themightybosstone]

[The world was one of a constant, strange, cyclical war.

When the night fell on the highest moon of the furthest month, a Howling Storm took the planet, cut its cities off from each other and the visitors from their homes, When the Storm's first whining, hot wind struck, the imposing gates of the iridescent metal of this world would close, folding up and over, in a wall only Qlipoth could love.

The thud of bodies, the scrape of claws, mandibles and fangs added to the cacophony that the setting of the red sun provoked. It ebbed in the morning, but never enough to be safe. Never enough for the walls to come down.

In defiance, however, in these little hubs of survival, the nightlife was something quite impressive. Loud music played, lights blared, the night market was a roar of throats - the call of sellers and the flirtation of buyers.

All to carry on like a shield wasn't holding back the certain death of nearly everyone in the spaceport.

But you're here, waiting for the tired relief of morning. For the spaceport to open back up in a week.

It should have already ended. It SHOULD have been open yesterday.

But the Storm is longer than it's ever been here...]

Comments

[themightybosstone]

It's never come up?

[He stares at the snack. Doesn't look like she'll FIGHT for it... Shrugs and tosses it back.]

[vitainmorte]

[ She catches it, with some alarm, looking from it back to him with confusion. ]

... Um?

[themightybosstone]

What? THAT a crime too?

[vitainmorte]

No, I just...

[ stares at him a bit longer, brow furrowed. ]

I didn't expect you to give it back.

[themightybosstone]

[Should he be offended at that? Hmm. The tail lashes behind him. Nope, takes too much brain power.

Instead:]

... You gonna eat that or...?

[vitainmorte]

[ She looks at the fruit (already half-eaten. thanks to him), before looking away and just handing it to him, her neckwings ruffling and tucking themselves primly behind her ears. ]

Have it.

[themightybosstone]

[He absolutely takes it again. The odd, squarish local fruit and the sugar crystal coating crunching happily.]

I really don't get you.

[A swallow.]

Same as I don't get how you ended up here. Planning on taking on the pile of whatever the hell's outside the walls?

[vitainmorte]

I was just... refueling. I wasn't aware I would be locked in here.

And why are you here?

[themightybosstone]

[He finishes the last bite and uses the skewer to pick his teeth of the candy.]

Lookin' for some bastard who'd passed through. Lucky for him, I'm stuck here.

[vitainmorte]

[ She looks up at him again, with a frown-- and a suspicious, judgemental intensity. Who are you hunting. Is this valid. ]

Why?

[themightybosstone]

Nonya. [ He says it absolutely deadpan. ]

[vitainmorte]

If you mean to kill someone...

[ The warning is clear.


... if not at all threatening, coming from what is essentially a sparrow faced with a lion. ]

[themightybosstone]

You wouldn't consider him a 'someone' so lets just leave it at that.

[vitainmorte]

[ A pause. Then her brows raise, with some vague interest. ]

... Is that so? We can continue, if you'd like.

[themightybosstone]

... Y'know, we got interrupted in you tryna kill me and us killin' other things. Gonna need to be more specific on the continuing part.

[vitainmorte]

[ An uncomfortable frown, but she reigns in that interest enough to shut down her expression again. ]

... You said I wouldn't consider him a "someone". Which likely means he would end up on my radar.

I don't intend to leave myself in your debt forever, so this is as good a chance as any to clear it if you need this abomination erased.

[themightybosstone]

[ He.. doesn't answer that. His ears plane and he just watches her for a long moment.

Actually. Thinking about this. ]

[themightybosstone]

[ Eventually, he seems to do a little nod to himself and he rolls a shrug. ]

You wanna? Aint gonna stop you.

Don't fall behind and don't fuckin' hesitate. If you let the fear get you, he aint gonna let the hole in your guard go.

[vitainmorte]

I don't fear death.

[themightybosstone]

That aint what I'm talkin' bout.

though uh, y'prolly should a lil bit.

[vitainmorte]

I have no reason to fear a monster, regardless of its abilities. I'll be fine, I'm sure.

[themightybosstone]

[ He'd hardly transformed at all when the True Sting had slammed down between them--

Oh well, she knows what he is. She probably has some meds from the Xianzhou Alliance. Surely.

Anyways, it isn't HIS problem.]

Fine by me. Once this damned wall opens up again- found a ship that wont notice a few extra hundred kilos of weight we can sneak in on.

[vitainmorte]

[ Surely! (She does, actually, not to mention whatever her branch of the Family has cooked up for its hunters.)

She does give him a slightly confused look, though. ]

You can fit on my ship, surely?

[themightybosstone]

[Processing-]

Wait. You're RICH?

[vitainmorte]

[ There's a visible cringing back as multiple people in the crowd turn their heads to look; and it wouldn't be unusual, exactly, for a Halovian to be wealthy. ]

... Please keep your voice down. My wealth is neither here nor there; I have my own ship, as many do. it isn't some kind of cruise-liner or anything so extravagant.