WHO: James Holden and YOU WHAT: Catch-all for April WHEN: Fantasy April WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall, mostly, but around NOTES: Starters in the comments, lmk if you'd like something bespoke or feel free to drop in a wildcard.
"I don't think it counts as flattery if you didn't mean it as a compliment," he observes dryly.
Besides, it's hard to argue with the notion that he has better people skills than Dick over here. And he's not likely to say no to work, let alone refuse to help a friend.
"We're not killing them if we can help it." Acquiescence, of course. Also: this isn't a request. "We'll see what to do with them when we get them back here. I'm sure people will have ideas."
He's sure some of the ideas will be Fade-touched nug leather, but probably not all of them.
“If we can help it,” Silas agrees, a little too easily, and with the worst kind of a slant to his brow as he says so. “Though for purely logistical reasons I recommend you prepare yourself for disappointment in that regard.
“The average nug is substantially larger than these examples, and Fade-touched creatures are often imbued with unpleasant abilities. Venom, electrical discharges.”
He is still kneading behind the ears of the nug in his arms, idle affection issued over this casual discussion of murdering her larger mutant cousins.
“I’ll do my best to recruit individuals with a passion for unusual wildlife.”
"Keep trying," he says, dry, as he leans down to heft up the crate with the two remaining miniature nugs in it. They're settled, in the bits of straw, comfortable, and liable to fall asleep by the time they've made it to the Gallows. No point taking them out and disturbing them. "One day you'll figure out how to insult me."
Even if his saying so is shot through with salt. Silas chokes up the fleshy football in his arms and swans away for the door, the glitter in his eye just mean enough for Jim to rest assured that he will keep trying, thank you.
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Besides, it's hard to argue with the notion that he has better people skills than Dick over here. And he's not likely to say no to work, let alone refuse to help a friend.
"We're not killing them if we can help it." Acquiescence, of course. Also: this isn't a request. "We'll see what to do with them when we get them back here. I'm sure people will have ideas."
He's sure some of the ideas will be Fade-touched nug leather, but probably not all of them.
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“The average nug is substantially larger than these examples, and Fade-touched creatures are often imbued with unpleasant abilities. Venom, electrical discharges.”
He is still kneading behind the ears of the nug in his arms, idle affection issued over this casual discussion of murdering her larger mutant cousins.
“I’ll do my best to recruit individuals with a passion for unusual wildlife.”
Why does that sound like a threat?
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"You know I live here too, right?"
Here, in this case, being Thedas. And perhaps in answer to that bit of ominousness —
"I doubt they'll be hard to find. I'll talk to some people."
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“Deadly optimism does make more sense than sheer ignorance,” he says. Less mild. His mistake.
“Will you carry these two to my quarters or should I hire a courier?”
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Even if his saying so is shot through with salt. Silas chokes up the fleshy football in his arms and swans away for the door, the glitter in his eye just mean enough for Jim to rest assured that he will keep trying, thank you.