acaseofyou | open post

Got it in one, though there's some assumption on my end that draws from vampire lore on the perpetual hunger part.

I suppose it depends on what you mean by a morality wall. Do you mean broad politics of why monarchies still exist, or interpersonal moralities of him accepting dares for the chest puffing bragging?

It's not so ironically all-consuming as some of the stories make it out to be. But it is... Consistently present.

Mostly anything that gets him to come here and ask you for favors.

So, a perpetual teenager's appetite. I recall a time when full was never an option.

I actually did hear from his lovely general recently, so you might not have to wait long in that respect.

Something like that, yeah. You know how sometimes you'd get more hungry when you smell food? That, too.

Very good. I trust you'll play along with whatever nonsense I start, right?

A trial each time I pass by the club's kitchen. Or the food stalls by the harbor.

Any accent you create is the one you were born with.

Imagine the restraint I have to show every time someone comes back to the Slat bloodied after a fight.

Good. If there's anything in particular you'd like to get out of him, I could probably manage getting it on top of convincing him I'm a poor wandering Kaelish troubadour.

Gives new meaning to the phrase of people wanting to popcorn watch a fight.

I'll keep that in mind, although there's nothing off the top of my mind. He's a pretty easy read, for all he enjoys his costumes and personas.

Popcorn was pretty good for that.

What kinds of costumes and personas does a royal get to have? Does he do Prince & The Pauper kinda stuff? Know the plight of the Common Man and everything?

Or blood as the equivalent, in your case now.

He's given up his privateer one, so that's probably safe to share. Rake of the seven seas and all that.

Don't know that I can eat blood like popcorn, though. Not quite the same effect. And I refuse to do experiments on that after the popsicle incident.

Oh, I bet he knows some sea shanties!

I'm just glad I asked what they were before trying any.

... maybe I shouldn't introduce you.

[He does, he would share them, and he'd sing them obnoxiously near Kaz for long periods of time after.]

You would've been in for the exact opposite of a treat.

No! I want to know his sea shanties! You can't deny me new music, Kaz. It's cruel.

Now that it's near Halloween I'm anticipating other things put in the freezer because it's assumed to be amusing.

He'll sing them incessantly, Birdie. Claim that it's to ensure they really get memorized, or harmonized, or updated, or whatever he can think of to sing very loudly near my ear. I know him.

You'll owe me if I let it happen.

What, like chocolate?

I'll keep him away from your ears. Or at least sing loud enough to drown him out.

And I don't mind owing you. What's your price?

Chocolate would be nice, I was imagining fake spiders and severed fingers.

You at least sing on key, which he seems to think is a talent he doesn't lack.

If you come across any lore, songs, whispers or whatnot regarding the Council of Tides, let me know?

Oh. True, those do get weird. I assume you mean fake severed fingers, too. If not, I have more questions about how you do Halloween around here.

Well, you can rest assured that at least he's not going to be a contender for being Embraced if he can't keep key.

That feels less like a price and more like a favor happily done, but of course.

Barring one holiday best left unrepeated, I meant fake body parts. Freezing plastic bugs or fingers into ice cubes is a particular favorite for unfathomable reasons.

That I would immensely enjoy witnessing.

I can always ask for something else if that's considered a freebie.

That one holiday feels like it might've involved fireworks and closed hands, but there are plenty of other options.

Trust me when I say I may be suffering more than you on that point.

You're certainly welcome to.

There is a reason fireworks are banned inside the house - in a more explicit fashion than general logic should suffice.

True, I bet off key sounds do grate you on a level beyond human hearing.

I think you'd enjoy anything I suggest, actually. I suppose we're on the same level in a lot of regards.

You'd think they'd learn after having an everlasting reminder of no fingers.

Like alarms, only there's a guy there for me to take it out on.

Oh, I'm sure there's something I wouldn't be the most keen on doing. Laundry, maybe, or chopping carrots.

If they don't at that point, I say they don't deserve their fingers.

Indeed, though alarm is an interesting word of choice. A discordance in sound is usually just unpleasant to most, but to someone like you, it could signal more. Not in the case of Lantsov, he's harmless... mostly... but just as a general theory.

Don't worry, it's lower Dregs members who get stuck on laundry and kitchen duty. Work the way up the ranks, so to speak. Even I was there once.

True, it is interesting. And I can listen to the Fugue, you know. Not always, but sometimes if I just let myself listen and feel it, I can figure things out. Where people are, where to go, that kind of thing.

Nice to know I got to skip the line. Then, does this mean there's anything only I could do? At my current rung, of course.

That is pretty impressive. I know there are downsides to it as well, but still. I don't suppose this ability extends to finding hats I lose, does it? Just people?

If you want to take on some crow feeding duties I wouldn't be opposed. The roof it frequented enough, anyway.

No, no hat finding. And it's more where they are around me. Like a bat, I guess, hearing how it moves around the room. Doesn't make much sense, since it's all in my head, but it works if I take my time with it.

I think I could manage that. I think I'm already on that roster, considering all the jerky I leave in your desk. Just a different kind of crow.

Oh, like radar? I suppose that makes some sense, with how sounds bounce off things and you being sensitives to them. If you ever develop hat abilities though, do let me know.

Just as long as I'm not left bereft of all jerky, I can share the honor of your feeding.

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