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[restingstitchface]

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This is Dr. Crane. I'm not available right now but my answering machine is. Maybe you can hold a conversation with it instead?

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text | un: @serenity

[strumpet]

why hello there mr. joyce, or should I say mr. crane?

how have you been? it's been a bit since we last spoke. there was something that happened that I failed to bring up to you. you seemed so insistent on me being so into you and yet...would you like to read something amusing?

( unfortunately for her she was still very much so intrigued by him, but a bit of jealousy never hurt anyone now did it? )

text | un: @ulysses

[restingstitchface]

I would love to. Anything you have to say would be amusing after enduring a new level of Hell.

[Someone is not a fan of summer camping.]

[strumpet]

( camp had been interesting for inara to say the least— certainly a lot of time on her hands to kiss her cabin mate and be regaled with drinks and foods by a certain straw-hat aka loverboy sanji. )

someone not having fun at camp? too much sun for you?

[restingstitchface]

No. Much as I am loathe to play to an unfortunate stereotype, I can honestly say there were too many people.

[strumpet]

an introvert forced to socialize? remind you of childhood?

shame I haven’t seen you around, you know two of the most attractive women in etraya have been having a lot of fun without you.

[restingstitchface]

Ah, double trouble? I can see that.

Good thing I'm not the jealous type.

[strumpet]

jealous? I hardly consider you a friend to begin with.

I just thought I'd share with you that I'm highly desired even now, without anything being expected of me. in case you had any thoughts about me that sank further than friendship.

[restingstitchface]

Well, I do consider you something of an opponent.

[Were one to consider his cold and placid surface, they could think he considers his opponent exists in a lower league.]

And when analysing the excitation transfer your are experiencing at this moment, your heightened emotional state, and psychological response to conflict...

Well, I wouldn't mind investigating it physiologically.

[And you know what they say about arguing and makeup sex.]

[strumpet]

an opponent?

( she's not quite sure what to make of that given she's been nothing but polite to him, with the worst being this text exchange coming hot off the press with how drunk she's been with excitement over the kiss.

still his next message made it clear what he meant and now she was able to fully understand his driving motivations. now the question was, should she indulge him further or dangle that prize above his head. make him work for it to say the least. )

interesting way to flirt I might say, but don't assume so much. who said I'd invite you in that easily? to analyze me of course.

text; un: EyeOfZaun

[zauneyete]

When we spoke recently, you said you were a chemist, didn't you? [ first types alchemist, corrects to chemist. ]

How interested are you in trying to make something a little interesting? For the good of Etraya, of course.

[ NOT FOR THE GOOD OF ETRAYA ]

[restingstitchface]

[ THEY HAVE A DIFFERENT DEFINITION OF GOOD ]

Well, I would hardly be answering otherwise, would I?

Colour me interested. Anything to end this endless ennui.

[ That's a yes. ]

[zauneyete]

[ On his end, Silco, despite himself, chuckles. ]

You and I are of the same mind.

[ Also, he's mad and wants to prep something to deal with the bats. ]

Where I am from, we've manufactured a substance. It is, for the lack of a better term: liquid power. A way to level the playing field when dealing with powers that exceed those of your average man.

I've been interested in finding a way to bring it to Etraya fully. I have a vial, however... it is difficult to replicated without asking Aurora.

[restingstitchface]

[The next message takes a few minutes to arrive. Crane has digested what is hidden between the lines, of course. That delightful offer of partnership. More importantly, this is an opportunity to investigate and explore the new and unfamiliar. This would be a challenge - and wouldn't that be fun?]

One vial. One always wants more, of course, but there's no need to ask for a sample. That's good...

[He is speaking to himself much as the other man in this conversation. The blessing and curse of speech-to-text.]

I could provide a base of operations. But I would anticipate needing security.

[Na na na na na na na na Batfam. Ugh.]

[zauneyete]

I can give you half. The other is spoken for. Emergency supply, should it be needed.

[ You know, sometimes you need to turn your nemexsis into a monster. ]

Security can be arranged. I have some elements under my control that could ensure safety.

What individuals are we anticipating, exactly? That will allow me to arrange something more targeted.

[ The fact that he already has enemies? Well. That's generally expected. He gets it. ]

[restingstitchface]

Moralists. Vigilantes. People who assume people like you and I are going to act according to type.

[Vigilantes. How to name names without naming names. Say no more.]

[zauneyete]

People who decide to take the law into their hands. Even though there are no laws. Yes, I know the type.

[ Some who are going to be a thorn in his side soon anyway. ]

I will see who I can drum up. Unfortunately, I have recently lost my second-in-command. Thankfully, I have a replacement.

[ Unfortunately? Daughter. ]

[restingstitchface]

[That's no problem! Does he look like a cop?]

Loss begets progress, I suppose.

But afford me time to speak to Aurora. Once done, I'll send over the address. Though there is one particular to consider. Delicate work like this requires records and research. We wouldn't want those falling into idle hands, would we?

text; un: j

[copsormasks]

[Blissfully unaware of the coming war:]

Hey, it's Jason. Did you still need supplies for the fear antidote? I pocketed a bunch of stuff from camp.

[restingstitchface]

What and how much did you manage to requisition?

[copsormasks]

Bunch of chemicals: cleaning stuff, fire-starting fluid, that kind of stuff.

[restingstitchface]

[Does he compliment the young man or offer nothing but direction? The former. Because there is as much a path to getting what he wants through compliments as there is in torture.]

Good work. I suspected you had a head on your shoulders.

Bring them to this address. Better they are hidden in plain sight than inside your apartment. Or wherever else has taken your fancy.

[And from that address he will guide them the short distance to Arkham. His new home away from home.]

[copsormasks]

Be there in a few minutes.

[Jason is only a few minutes out and is carrying a small box with him. He knocks at the door with one hand, while holding the supplies in his other hand.]

[restingstitchface]

[Crane has been waiting in one of the empty buildings in the north side of Nova. He ushers Jason inside without ceremony. He seems to dislike having visitors. But that's not personal.]

You're early.

[How can he be early when there was no set time to arrive? The mind wonders.]

[copsormasks]

[Jason frowns as he carries his bin over to Crane. Inside are a collection of small bottles. Bleach, calcium cleaner, windex, as well as wood polish for the canoes, and other assorted chemicals.]

We never set a time.

[He stares a moment before offering up the bin.]

Got a variety.

[restingstitchface]

[Crane takes the bin and sets it on a table. He rustles the various cleaners and chemicals, reorganising them according to composition before putting them back inside.]

Can you get more?

[He hands the bin back. The message? They're not staying here long. They're going somewhere else.]