spam; the last journal post

[ukan]

[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]



[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

Comments

[ukan]

And what would you do?

[he has a hunch]

[bleak_midwinter]

We weren't talking about me, Lark.

[ukan]

We're talking opportunities. You can't calculate those without information.

Hypothetically, of course.

[bleak_midwinter]

There's only one thing I need, and I've a deal for that already.

[ukan]

Yes, I know. I meant if you were the one running the game.

[debt and its power are never about what the lender needs, but about what people need from him.]

[bleak_midwinter]

I consider myself a patient man. [He gives Lark a significant look-- that's all you're getting here, pal.]

[ukan]

Sadly you're also a Warden. So as far as business partners go, I think we can agree people would frown on you having anything to do with me that isn't about my "redemption".

[bleak_midwinter]

And sadly I have no interest in a business partner.

[ukan]

No? Good thing you're a Warden, then, isn't it. [He is politely disbelieving. But he's also out of ginger ale, so he pushes himself back and stands.]

Well, thank you for the game, Tommy. I'm sure I'll see you around. [He leaves the cards, since he really has no interest in teaching Nux to play and there are a few people on board who might enjoy a drunken card game or two.]

[bleak_midwinter]

[Tommy is an enterprising man, but there's a time and a place, and this is neither. He nods and stands up himself.]

I'm sure you will, Lark.