Mask or Menace IC contact

[crassidy]

"Probably out gettin' shit faced! I'll get back to yez."

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[crassidy]

It's not bravery, doc. [A thoughtful pause, enough time for a slosh of liquid in glass to signal he's likely drinking something straight from the bottle.]

You know what I am?

[slightlyoffchilt]

You've hinted enough at it. Not so subtle, Mr. Cassidy.

And yes, I know.

[crassidy]

Yeah, well, there's weirder folks than me in this place. [No need to hide vampirism when there's literal robots and aliens walking around.]

So's you know a bit of damage to me won't do much in the long run. You look at savin' your own arse, doc, mine's doin' just fine.

[slightlyoffchilt]

He knows. Is my concern. He knows what you are, and I can't say he was going to stop at sunrise.

Unless you're aiming to tell me that you've a new solar immunity, too.

[crassidy]

[That... had always been a slight concern, but...]

I'dve been alright. Honestly, mate, I've been in worse binds. The fella just had more than a few insecurities to work through. Maybe I'll return the favour one day.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Maybe do not. I have already confronted Starr about his misbehavior and there is no need for additional conflict. Understood, Cassidy?

[Chilton's voice takes a commanding tone; on this side of the conversation, he's got his eyes on his switchblade. He could use his power, if need be.

Perhaps even if there needn't be.]

[crassidy]

[Aw, it's cute that he thinks that tone will work on him.]

It's alright, doc. I'm not the sort for conflict and torture, I'd straight up murder the dickhead if it came to it.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am this close to holding a counseling session with the both of you. This is a direct threat.

[crassidy]

Mate, I don't need counsellin', not alone or with that One Eyed Monster. He's the one who kidnapped me, don't blame the victim!

[slightlyoffchilt]

You were literally just threatening him in return. Violently. To me. His employer.

[crassidy]

Yeah, well, you're doin' a shite job of keepin' him under thumb, man.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[A pause -- brief, tense.]

He came back different. Can you tell me anything about that?

[crassidy]

[The energy from him is almost opposite, a snorting laugh following the question.]

Different? Y'mean other than the giant feckin' knob end noggin?

[slightlyoffchilt]

You know he can get that healed here? Why hasn't he already?

[Inquires the man who remains in this world with one kidney, significantly less intestines, one good eye, and a bullet-shot jaw.]

And no, I do not mean physically. Psychologically he is... He had a restraint. He had focus, he's fraying. And he seems to blame you in part, why is that?

[crassidy]

I'unno. [A very obvious shrug in those words. Playing dumb is far easier than exploring the reasoning of his enemies.]

Y'both think I got all the answers when I can't even remember me own name most days. Ask him yourself, doc, I thought your type was meant to be good at talkin' through unresolved issues.

[slightlyoffchilt]

All of his answers lead back to you. It's unhealthy.

[crassidy]

Easy target. It's not me he wants, it's me mate, but Padre's not here soooo...

[slightlyoffchilt]

He cannot blame himself for his failures with your friend. So he blames you.

[Chilton, now overtly using Cassidy as a sounding board, felt a rush of his own pulse. Rejection, projection. Starr's sudden threadbare ego.

Interesting.]

[crassidy]

Seems like. Back home it's a pissin' content he can't win. Gotta take that impotent rage out somewhere, eh? Fella just needs some tranqs in him, lot easier to be high than angry.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Easy doesn't appeal to Herr Starr. But I can think of something else.

-- And in the meanwhile. How are you faring?

[crassidy]

["Something else", gross, he doesn't even want to know.]

Damn sight better than you, I reckon. He hurt you, doc?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I can take a surprising lot, Cassidy.

[crassidy]

Yeah, well, so can I. Don't mean it doesn't hurt though.

You really drew him away for me? I appreciate it, mate, I really do. [And he sounds genuine in that.]

You're a good bloke. Not many would stick their neck out like that.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You and I, we're friends.

Aren't we?

[crassidy]

Haven't sealed it with the official passin' of the sacred joint, but sure, close enough.

You spilled blood for me, that means somethin'. Or at least got a bruise. Intent's still there. [He's not exactly sure what went down, naturally.]