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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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I'm sure. [A little smug, and wry. He's not underestimating him, exactly, but. New arrivals tend to be cocky. And yes, he includes his past self in that particular failing as well.] Well, unless you have any other questions, Mr. Dandrige, I believe I'll leave you to your peace and quiet.

Jerry. Please. [ A lack of formality served him well, after all. ]

I rather enjoy the company, if you don't mind. It's been nothing but a revolving door of smug teenagers given too much power. It's a...relief to speak with someone like yourself.

[He ignores the bit about names and formalities; he's habitually, almost stubbornly formal with most people. He's gone to first-name basis with a few on the Barge here but it's still very, very rare.]

Is that a fact? Is it just because I'm older, or because of something else?

The lack of blatant threats, interrogating questions and uninformed accusations is a rare treat.

Such a high bar that has been set for me to pass in civility. [So much drawling sarcasm.] Well, that's Wardens for you. And also teenagers.

We do have an ungodly many of them, around here. Not really sure why. [He means teenagers. And young people in general. Now that both the Marquis and Francis Urquhart are gone, he's probably the oldest person on the Barge who isn't also an alien or some sort of supernatural creature.]

So I've noticed. It shouldn't be a problem, though. I'm accustomed to...managing them.

[ Jerry certainly outweighs in years there, by quite a bit. But he's got that whole "undead" thing going for him. ]

You have me beat in that part, then. I try to never have anything to do with people until they grow up enough to develop accountability.

Well, I did before coming here, anyway. Obviously. The close nature of the ship makes them that much harder to avoid.

[ He let out a low chuckle. Bordering on creepy. ]

I had my ways of making them accountable. They were always so compliant once I finished with them.

[Yeah that's getting a look of distaste on his end, Jerry. Good thing you can't actually see it.]

I don't suppose you'd care to specify.

Let's just say I can be very persuasive.

[ He's not sharing until you tell him why they call you Blight, sir. ]

This comes back to that allegedly overly prying question of mine that you...politely declined to answer early on, doesn't it?

More your convenient lack of detail on your own abilities than anything else.

[There's a significant pause.]

Do you know what the word 'metahuman' means? Is it something that exists in your world?

[ A pause that does not go unnoticed. And the term is one that seems familiar. Thanks to Ed's ramblings. But he didn't pay attention, so the term only strikes him as having heard it before. ]

Under that term? No. What's it mean?

It's basically what it sounds like, if you think about it. A normal human being who has an altered physiology and abilities. Usually due to experimentation or some form of...accident.

[The resentment is creeping in pretty strongly here.]

[ A pause as he considers this, noting the resentment all too well. ]

We don't have anything quite like that. Similar, in some aspects I suppose. But not that. As a "metahuman," what abilities have you been granted?

[ He respectfully doesn't press the HOW. Well. Not really out of respect, because didn't really care about the past. ]

My particular abilities have to do with the radiation that gave me this condition in the first place. The short version? Every cell in my body now produces and carries a not insignificant amount of organically produced radioactive energy.

[He switches over to video. He's got an intact version of his polymer skin on at present, so as far as Jerry can tell he looks entirely normal. He's sitting down behind a desk, elbow resting on the nearby surface as he props his chin up idly with the back of one hand. (He's also got a small splint across the knuckles of his other hand. He'd prefer if you didn't ask about that.)]

Call me again in another week, if you're interested and still here. By then my artificial skin will have started falling off, and I can show you what I look like now. Thanks to all of this.

I may do just that. But I will not be able to return in kind. Because, you see...

[ His own feed switches to video. But all that can be seen is an empty cell. A bit of paper can be seen, floating in the frame, before crumbling under the force of an invisible hand. ]

...my image cannot be transferred through video. Photographs, either.

[Well, then. That gets him to sit up a bit straighter, and take an attentive, considering look.]

...You're a vampire, then. Or that's my best guess.

[Pop culture normally doesn't keep that detail anymore. But he knows his classics.]

[ Another chuckle. ]

You're not wrong.

[He smiles at bit, amused. Mainly at the fact that he's sitting here listening to a voice coming from empty air, hearing about vampires and not thinking any of it's crazy. My how times have changed.]

I think you're the first one yet, at least while I've been here. We've got werewolves and magic users aplenty though. A few psychics, I believe, too.

[ He'd encountered so few things. Mostly the werewolves, the hunter, the reaper. Then there was Lydia. ]

You have a great deal more than you know. Tell me, do your abilities, limited or otherwise, grant you any enhanced senses?

Me? No, they do not. If anything they dull mine some. All the heat my body generates now plays havoc on my nerve endings.

So I suppose you didn't hear the....well, I wouldn't call it a scream. More of a wail. About six days ago. It would seem you have a Bean Sí aboard. Or something like it.

[ He says "banshee" but with the pronunciation of an Irish native. A subtle but noticeable difference. ]

[He knows who that is, but damn if he's saying anything, unsure whether or not Jerry already knows.]

I hear as fine as I ever did. It's touch and taste that are most effected. But all that besides the point, no. I didn't hear this wail that you're describing.

If we've one of...those aboard, this is news to me.

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