Yeah, everyone became creatures in that one. My dad was a dragon. My brother was a ferret. I was a giant spider-woman. [She works her hand, rubbing the faint silver scars across her palm with her thumb.]
Back home, I was part of a criminal organization. I held territory, threatened politicians, tore up rival gangs. Basic mob shit. And I have the bug powers. So spider analogies are triple-on-the-nose.
Coulda been worse, I guess. But you never fuckin' know with this place. [Normally he'd ask about scars.... But for now, he'll leave that there unless she offers the information herself, it's not his place to push and prod, after all.]
Sounds more familiar than I'd rather say. Did much the same shit to a degree, though that was a long time ago and after I'd died. Ain't relevant anymore, at least. [Bug powers, huh.]
Wanna elaborate on that powers thing so I got an idea of what's goin' on? ... Mostly so I know if I need to avoid shit with him if it's gonna bother you.
[Taylor chuckles, looking aside. Despite the smile, this part is uncomfortable.]
Yeah, that’s- So, I control bugs, and their senses are mine. I can choose to control or not, but I can’t choose not to feel, see, hear… you see?
Now, I have a few million bugs on board. A few thousand are spiders. If I don’t have to think about him, I can lose Angel in that crowd. I did, until we got temped last month.
[... Ah, he can take a guess as to where this is going given the soft snort of amusement while he takes another long drag from that cigar.]
So what I'm guessing is that you want me to keep things behind closed doors? Despite how it appears, I am a classy man in that regard. [... Angel is not. But he at least knows how to wrangle the spider somewhere properly private if it involves himself at least.]
Ahahh, yeah, I can tell. I don’t want to know what you’re getting up to. Private cabins, please, and not his. I’m asking for a solution with the Admiral, but I haven’t heard back yet.
[She looks away down the deck - she can feel Angel going about his business a few levels down.]
He was- disturbingly okay hearing that I have the option to simply control him. I’ve got absolutely no intentions to, but that was weird. People usually get tense.
He doesn't tend to stay in his own cabin much anymore, for what that's worth. Mine's right next to his and he's mostly moved in at this point. [What is modesty? He barely knows her.] But that's noted, if you catch anything happening outside I can guarantee you that it ain't me doing it at least. Can't control what he gets up to with others.
[Mm. He goes quiet for the longest moment, attention shifting back off the deck again, tail slowly flicking behind him. Yeah, he can... think of a few reasons why that might not have gotten the reaction she expected.]
'Cause he's used to it. The one holding his leash back home isn't the askin' type, if you catch my drift.
[Fuck, that question. A soft sigh is her answer at first before he uses those wings to instead perch himself on the railing properly, looking far more like a gargoyle than he might have meant to.]
There's some things you'd only notice him do or not do from the outside that he's not really aware of. But... thing is I can't tell you what he might also not say no to. The only context I have for it is only when it comes to more sexual things and you ain't gotta worry about that.
[Slowly he's wrapping his tail around the railing just as an extra precaution.] He's... [He trails off, how does he even with this?] It might be better if you know about the asshole that holds the leash so you can figure out if something is or isn't a point he wouldn't be able to say no to.
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A flood did the same thing to me once. That's when I made the original silk for the nets.
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Well, shit. I knew this place did weird things to people, but that's a bit of a new one.
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Back home, I was part of a criminal organization. I held territory, threatened politicians, tore up rival gangs. Basic mob shit. And I have the bug powers. So spider analogies are triple-on-the-nose.
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Sounds more familiar than I'd rather say. Did much the same shit to a degree, though that was a long time ago and after I'd died. Ain't relevant anymore, at least. [Bug powers, huh.]
Wanna elaborate on that powers thing so I got an idea of what's goin' on? ... Mostly so I know if I need to avoid shit with him if it's gonna bother you.
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Yeah, that’s- So, I control bugs, and their senses are mine. I can choose to control or not, but I can’t choose not to feel, see, hear… you see?
Now, I have a few million bugs on board. A few thousand are spiders. If I don’t have to think about him, I can lose Angel in that crowd. I did, until we got temped last month.
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So what I'm guessing is that you want me to keep things behind closed doors? Despite how it appears, I am a classy man in that regard. [... Angel is not. But he at least knows how to wrangle the spider somewhere properly private if it involves himself at least.]
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[She looks away down the deck - she can feel Angel going about his business a few levels down.]
He was- disturbingly okay hearing that I have the option to simply control him. I’ve got absolutely no intentions to, but that was weird. People usually get tense.
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[Mm. He goes quiet for the longest moment, attention shifting back off the deck again, tail slowly flicking behind him. Yeah, he can... think of a few reasons why that might not have gotten the reaction she expected.]
'Cause he's used to it. The one holding his leash back home isn't the askin' type, if you catch my drift.
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I don’t want to ask you anything he wouldn’t tell me, but… do I need to worry about him being able to say no when he wants to?
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There's some things you'd only notice him do or not do from the outside that he's not really aware of. But... thing is I can't tell you what he might also not say no to. The only context I have for it is only when it comes to more sexual things and you ain't gotta worry about that.
[Slowly he's wrapping his tail around the railing just as an extra precaution.] He's... [He trails off, how does he even with this?] It might be better if you know about the asshole that holds the leash so you can figure out if something is or isn't a point he wouldn't be able to say no to.