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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[plundering]

It's driving me nuts. Worse than the ribs.

[Look! Honesty!]

[devoutish]

Does the sling help?

[plundering]

Yeah. You're a lifesaver. Remind me to make it up to you.

[bywolves]

[ Alfie is the best. Royce breathes out another sound of amusement. ] Oh no. You're very terrifying, Solomons. Unending bloodlust leaks from your pores.

[devoutish]

I will. I'll keep that in mind, yeah.

[plundering]

You'd better not scalp me.

[devoutish]

[In Alfie's mind, unending bloodlust would be easily outsmarted and therefore not terrifying. But pointing that out would ruin the joke.]

He did tell me he didn't contact the Admin. Your death was punishment enough.

[He's so pissed, Royce.]

[devoutish]

Scalp you? I wasn't thinking of punishment.

[plundering]

[What? Oh, wait. Time differences.]

No, no. Scalping. Ripping someone off. Like buying up most of the stock of a product and then reselling it for crazy prices.

[bywolves]

[ Oh. Wow, that's rude. Royce actually sort of bristles. ]

Punishment enough. As if he gets to decide.

OH MY GOD I THOUGHT SHE WAS MAKING A HAT/HAIR JOKE

[devoutish]

Ah - that sort of scalping. Yeah. Which I have dabbled in, right.

I won't disappoint you. But I will be taking suggestions.

[devoutish]

I asked him if he knew what alerting the Admin would do. What she would do. He didn't have any bloody idea.

[So. Pissed.]

HAHA omg she should have whoops

[plundering]

Of course you have. I'll make a list and get back to you.

[devoutish]

Send it over. I'll be waiting.

[plundering]

[About fifteen minutes later, she responds.]

Alright, here it is.

[Fiona attaches a list, which reads:]


1. Making a waterproof cover for your hat.
2. Acting as your bodyguard for one (1) day, unless something life threatening happens, in which case the deal is void.
3. Golf caddy. Supply caddy? Following you around and carrying your stuff for you, whatever. I only have one working arm, so it might be more "dragging your stuff" than "carrying".
4. Singing your praises on the network for a specified amount of time, except I can't promise that anything I say will be true. Or realistic.
5. Wild card. You pick something.

[bywolves]

[ WOW, okay, so now Royce is actually angry. ]

He doesn't know what it would do. It could have killed me on the spot. Ecks would not have even had to do it.

Could have marked me in general. Could have made me a target.

[devoutish]

What a good man he is, eh? Hero of the town. The moral fucking paragon we should all strive to be.

[devoutish]

6. Use of your hat for one (1) hour

[plundering]

You drive a hard bargain. What are you going to do with it?

[devoutish]

[Back to audio.]

Run off with it.

I may pick 4.

[plundering]

[Back to audio, as well!]

Do you want a demonstration?

[devoutish]

I do. Yes.

[bywolves]

You're right. I hope this haunts him to his grave.

[devoutish]

There is one more thing.

[And it's not something Royce is going to like.]

[bywolves]

Might as well ruin my day further. What.