400yearsofsurvival | 2nd Bite // [ Audio ] // [ Spam ]

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2nd Bite // [ Audio ] // [ Spam ]

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[ He sounds almost bored. But more or less amicable and polite. ]

If anyone is up to the task, I could really go for an apple or two. Assuming, of course there are any on board. But honestly, I'd settle for...any manner of fruit. There must be someone willing to help a guy out in bring some down here.

[ Spam ] // [ Back dated, sort of. Spanning a total of 7 days, starting when he was locked up ]

[ The irony wasn't lost on him. Locked up like this, after what he'd done. But he hadn't been so kind as to provide such amenities as beds. While he appreciated the twisted joke, below the surface, he was furious. A low simmering fury that never quite touched the surface. And it wasn't the indignation of a bunch of teenagers locking him up. But rather that as weak as he'd felt in his room, down here it was even worse. He was no stronger than the rest of them. His senses dulled to an extreme.

Over the first few days, his wounds healed finally. Frustratingly slow, for his tastes. But soon, the strange, unnatural looking burns were gone and he was restored to his not-so-true human-looking state.

He was a patient inmate. Biding his time. Calmly observing the wardens who came by. Even striking up idle conversations. Hardly the cruel and sadistic monster that allegedly landed him in that cell. Otherwise, he spent his time quietly observing the network, or resting. He was as calm as he was patient. Never restless. Never aggressive. At least not without provocation.

Even if things did get rough, he seemed to always return to his friendly demeanor, as if the previous incidents never happened. It always seemed to make people so very uncomfortable when they knew what it hid. And that's the way he liked it. ]

((OOC: Dates are still a little fuzzy, pending closure of the epic fight in his intro post. There might be some infirmary time before he's brought to Level 0, but I've given permission for maximum time, cause he's being a very bad inmate. Feel free to harass him at any time in any fashion. Audio post is for today, toward the end of his stay.))

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The welcoming committee and I had a little...disagreement. Are you another warden looking remind my of my place? Because I think that's been covered, guy.

[A brief and sly scoff.] Do I sound like a warden, to you?

I try to not make assumptions. You know the girl, Allison?

Know of her, but otherwise, nothing.

[ He locks the reply, because he'd rather not have any overzealous wardens butting in. ]

She gave me a little welcoming present with that bow of hers.

Ah. So that explains it.

[He hasn't much opinion on Allison, either way. He knows she's Lydia Martin's best friend, and he himself has a minor soft spot for Lydia - that's as close as it gets.]

Well, I hear she does consider herself an expert at hunting monsters. [Beat.] So what are you?

Getting a little personal, aren't you, guy? You haven't even introduced yourself.

Derek Powers, also occasionally known as Blight. And yourself? Since we're covering all our formalities.

Jerry. [ Then after a pause. ] Dandrige. Blight? That's an ominous moniker. Should I be worried?

As a fellow inmate, most of my abilities have been stripped from me.

[You may have noticed that's not entirely a full answer.]

[ A tactic he's well aware of, as may have been noticed in his behavior already. ]

I'd feared that was just a result of my injuries when I'd arrived. It puts us at something of a...disadvantage. Rather unfortunate.

[Oh yes. This may turn into a long conversation, then.]

You don't say. [So dry.] Did you keep anything at all of yours? I mainly have been forced to hang on to the drawbacks of mine. The Admiral does have quite the sense of his priorities. [Even drier.]

[ Very long, indeed. Verbally circling each other. ]

I didn't have a chance to...assess the extent what I lost. As I've spent most of my time here in Zero.

Take inventory, once you have the chance. The guards here don't overmuch care what we prisoners do to one another. [This is a lie, or at the very least a bleak way of viewing things. It what he chooses to tell the other, all the same.] That is my advice to you.

[His tone turns mildly musing.] You know, I didn't mind Zero once, when I was down there. Probably why regardless of my actions, I've never been sent back. No suiting punishment devoid of suffering.

[ He took those words as a veiled threat. The certainly would have been if he'd said them. But refrained for even acknowledging them. ]

It's been...more of a benefit than I anticipated. They think they're so...safe.