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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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[ 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.

Then perhaps I'm mistaken. But someone on board has rather volatile set of pipes. I've made a few girls scream in my time, if you know what I mean. But never quite like that.

[ He's just going to leave out the fact that he was at ground zero of said scream. ]

I don't know everyone, and there are still secrets here. [And that's as close to commenting as he's going to come on the subject.]

[ He had the other so close to being open. This sudden shift in attitude is certainly noticed. His own tone shifting slightly colder, slightly less open, in return. ]

I wouldn't expect you to know everything. Guy.

No. You'd just expect me to tell you everything I do know, clearly. [He smirks humorlessly, at that.]

Just trying to figure this place out. No one's been exactly...forthcoming.

I'm surprised. Usually there's a lot more explaining. Some people just love to be helpful. Has anyone offered you the pamphlet?

They did. But I haven't exactly had time to get to the library to retrieve it.

You'll get out eventually. I think they're actually not allowed to use Zero to cage an inmate for too long.

You sound almost disappointed by that.

Who, me? Well, why ever should I be? We're both on the same side of the equation, technically speaking. And I have no reason to be afraid of or threatened by you. Should I be?

[Right now he's perfectly indifferent to Jerry. Of course, for him, 'indifferent' can mean 'wouldn't put him out if he was on fire'. There's nothing in it for him to look out for strangers.

Especially purposefully sinister, supernatural ones.]

[ But it's more than just tone. The sudden lack of openness, mainly. But he had no way of knowing just how deep it actually went. Just a mild suspicion. ]

That depends. Are we on the same side? Truly?

Depends on what do you consider a side. [Flat, but not particularly shifty now. Straight to the point.]

If it's the prisoners here versus those self-righteously appointed to attempt holding the leash then oh, I am with you there. I seem to have been cornered into unfortunately settling in for the long term just now, but that doesn't mean if an escape hatch suddenly opened I wouldn't be out of here in a heartbeat.

But this is still a prison, in spite of it's nature and it's oddities, and though I lack personal familiarity with the experience previously, I'm given to understand it's natural that alliances get formed.

I thought myself immune to the particular weakness. I've learned recently that I am not. So you get what I'm sure is a fairly standard warning: you cross any of mine, you have crossed me. I don't play nice like the Wardens you've agitated so far do. And I hold grudges.

[His voice which was darkening and edging to a growl throughout, goes back to where it was before and he smirks again, almost indifferently.]

But that's not a threat. It's mere statement of fact. After all, you've yet to do anything I find threatening.

[ Jerry listened. Intently. Looking at what those words could be hiding. WHO those words could be hiding. Could this man have an affinity for those two girls, or was it someone else? But he marked the words with mild amusement. ]

It sounds like you and I have a fair bit in common, guy.

[ He didn't so much as hold grudges and get swift and violent payback. ]

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