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Overflow thread for Max

[Continued from here]
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[personal profile] ikonsuit 2020-08-28 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( Slade is going to have to stop meeting random people from the internet. You know, eventually. Back home, it was the most reliable way to approach business โ€” though using the dark web and reliable in the same thought might be a bit oxymoronic. The layout of RSDOS isn't too far removed from the fabled, red-lit webpages asking for murder in change for any number of zeroes after the dollar sign. Assassin work got easier when encryption became common knowledge; long gone were the days of word of mouth and assignments taken on solely based on the request of others. With the dark web, he's able to find marks straight at their source.

Not that his date for the evening would know anything about that.

Still, he's used to meeting strange people at strange hours of the night. The main difference here is that in Ryslig, both parties tend to leave the encounter alive. There are other differences, like how 'strange people' has taken on the working definition of 'strange monsters with extra arms where their ribs should be'. That was a doctor. He's met another doctor with empty spaces that took the place of wrists, and yet another doctor who wore a box on his head for undisclosed reasons.

Re: Strange.

But Eridanus' strategy worked. It's a little hard to miss the buff, towering, shiny elf, and that's coming from a buff, towering nephilim who smells of strawberries and brown sugar oatmeal. It's a good thing the two of them are on good terms; it would be hard to avoid each other. )


Not Santa's variety of elf, then. Looks like less Legolas and more Bane. ( He pauses, any fascination in watching a skittish human do his best to fix a drink falling away. ) Which century are you from, again? It'll help me to tailor my references accordingly.
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[personal profile] ikonsuit 2020-09-09 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Another joke from Earth-That-Was, yeah. [ Or is it Earth-Prime now? The Justice League has caused so many global catastrophes that Slade's stopped counting which reality they've entered. His job is the same in all of them.

It's not often that he meets people that can challenge his height, though it's been more of a common occurrence since arriving here. He hasn't decided on how he feels about it. Back home, Slade was the one taller than Batman of all people, but even that point of reference falls flat here. Unlike Eridanus, Slade is able to mention the shortcomings of life back home and have it resonate with the general population. Slade, for one, still isn't sure what separates an elf from a gremlin in Eridanus' world.

The odd look and the even odder compliment he gets from his new companion isn't enough to scare him away. A juxtaposition between his words and his expressionm it only makes Slade raise an eyebrow before he offers his name: ]
Slade Wilson. Colonel if you're feeling fancy.

Before either of us forget. [ If this guy wants to brawl, he's going to have to wait until after Slade tucks two fingers into his breast pocket and produces a small, neatly folded piece of paper. He sets the sheet down against the bar and slides it over to Eridanus as if it's some elicit, high-end set of instructions on murder instead of a humble recipe for stew jotted in Handsome Jack's tight, surprisingly natural scrawl. ] From my guy. Can't say I've tried the recipe out myself. I'm not that type.

[ When he waves the bartender over, he orders himself a White Russian and frowns at the bartender's confusion. Still too new, apparently, despite being a cocktail seven decades old. Changing that order to a whiskey sour seems to do the trick. ]
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[personal profile] ikonsuit 2020-09-10 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Not the type to eat a person. [ And just in case Eridanus is sensitive about his diet: ] No offense. 'm sure your Chef Boyarde tastes great.

I'm not one of the ones holding off, either. I get it. I respect it. Got more concerns about the ones that don't hold off than the ones that do. Can't trust a guy who accepts cannibalism overnight.

[ Sure, there's the distinction between the humans and the monsters. Slade may not look very human these days, but he's a far cry from seeing the others as somehow beneath him because of it. ]

And how does anyone meet anyone around here? I found him on Monster Craigslist and offered to buy him a drink, same as you. Works for everyone... You mean you haven't been making friends with the locals yet? [ It's a bit off-topic, but he manages to circle back around before the conversation gets ahead of itself. ] I'll pass the word along.

[ Chances are a guy who openly talks about his meat shack on the network doesn't have many reservations about his identity. That's more of a Slade thing. Thirty years working in the shadows and you learn how to deal in few details. ]