[ Funnily enough for someone who avoids crowds and generally people he isn't hard to find. Blade is seated at the bar, most certainly well in place, fingers already wrapped around a glass of some sort of alcoholic beverage. ]
...No, I didn't; we did make those plans.
Besides, you would never let me hear the end of it, would you?
[ She may or may not have, but if Blade just assumes this of her, she will honestly just take it tbh. Just making herself comfy in a seat and gets something nice and poppy, she feels like a fun drink will be a nice treat. ]
[ Drinking alcohol is...one of the few rare guilty pleasures Blade still engages in as a remnant from his 'past life'.
"...It's rather crimson," Comes a thought, which seems so, well. Obvious? Like, yeah, a drink that is reddish is going to be crimson, but he never anticipated that it'd look nice. ]
...Yes. I'll have—
[ And then he suddenly has one of his own, so he ends his sentence abruptly. Two drinks now. But, he's a big man, he can deal with it. Blade will even take a sip, perhaps a bit eager to try it, though he makes an effort to make it appear the exact opposite. The sip then turns into a gulp. ]
I'm just not a big believer in the whole, deny yourself worldly pleasures thing. 'Course, that doesn't mean I'm just going to do anything and everything, but I like what I like.
[ She just looks chipper when Blade is just automatically Given what she's having. ]
And so convenient too! It's not half-bad, right? I mean I like a regular whiskey or even straight vodka here and there, but making it all fun and pretty is where the real "fancy" taste comes in in my opinion.
Aesthetic adds value to your enjoyment of a drink?
[ Blade thinks that the profile does have adequate information in some respects, but clearly not everything.
So, then he asks: ]
What are some of those other things? ...That you 'like'?
[ He remembers something, vaguely pawing at the back of his head. Sitting with three others, drinking, and light-hearted comments. The sensation of nostalgia rises, easy to be shared still thanks to this week's last leg of lingering effects. ]
Food and drinks are both tastier if they look the part. When you grow up poor, you don't exactly have the luxury of it looking all nice -- even if it looks like slop, smells like trash, tastes like death, you have to eat it if you want to survive. I don't wanna just survive, I like living.
[ Twisting around the little cocktail umbrella in hers. She's curious about that nostalgia -- she's sure Blade has his own secrets and his past, and it's almost kind of funny. Cold on the outside, but this little hint of warmth. Rodya on the other hand, as she talks, it feels oddly cold and muted like a dead winter. ]
I like having a nice bed to sleep in, steak dinners, at some place high brow. I like gambling, 'cause the risk-benefit is also fun. And I like doing it with people I like.
[ Not many have experienced knowing what it means to be dirt poor—well, he wouldn't say not him, because he has, even when he was a child.
But, her last words there and those frigid emotions distract him momentarily. A feeling of curiosity arises, and yet also vague understanding, even if they are different in their outlooks for certain reasons here. Blade also thinks that Rodya herself is looking for one a distraction. Yet, can she say that she will 'living' instead of 'surviving'? He has...enough sparse tact not to say that, though. He's crazy, but not completely senseless. ]
...It is likely you would enjoy visiting Penacony.
There would be a copious amount of gambling available on that planet, alongside "high brow" places. And it is well-known for its 'festivities'. It's full of other bright nonsense you would likely find to your liking as well.
[ Blade would wonder what's it like to be a winner in life, alongside some other over-serious statement, while Rodya is raring to go up those jackpots- ]
I can't say I'd know, since the spaceship's projected travel route is unknown to me. But, that would be fortunate if it were.
[ He says this unironically, because if the ship was near Penacony, his associates could reach out to them, and Silver Wolf would hack into the systems with ease. He idly conveys across the thought inadvertently out in the open, "...There hardly would be much of a barrier." ]
[ Wow cool hacking... she's sure there's people in Limbus Company that have that kind of talent, but she's not the interstellar travelling sort so. It's highly unlikely that the people she knows would be able to reach them, but that's fine. ]
It was a rhetorical question -- but hey, that would be lucky wouldn't it?
[ What matters to her is that he bothered to throw in an agreement at all. She's successfully making her way through Frost King's heart (?!) (delusion). ]
How do you usually spend your time anyway? I'm having a hard time imagining you going at some slot machines.
[ Sometimes, there are benefits to space traveling capabilities-
When she says it was a rhetorical question, there is a lengthy pause in which makes it clear that once again he took it seriously. So, he just simply nods because he did say it'd be fortunate, after all. ]
I spend my time training, or keeping to myself.
On occasion, ensuring I am up to date on my associate's activities, as it would be to my best interest to know what they're doing at any given moment.
[ Because they're even more out there than he is, yeah. Ice King's heart is still frigid enough that he clearly has said hardly anything fun at all (and probably why it isn't a surprise that he bails from company most of the time.) ]
[ Blade has problems, clearly. Some of which do occasionally verge towards something resembling those that can be considered 'normal' and those that are completely abnormal. ]
They are ... memorable. You would likely get along with Silver Wolf best; she is a skilled hacker, yet in certain instances can be considered personable. [ ... ] Kafka is an unparalleled woman of many talents. Sam is ruthless, but decisive.
Ooh, I don't know about that. I don't know the first thing about computers.
I've got a few, sure. Mostly my busmates. You know Gregor -- he's a little awkward, but he's genuinely a good guy and he looks out for people. Maybe too much sometimes. Sinclair is someone who tries his best, a little too much sometimes, the type that always gets in too much over his head and then blames himself. Ishy is always stubborn on the surface, but I know she's a softie inside who just doesn't want to admit it.
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WK0, sunday;
Heeey, hope you didn't abandon me for those plans since I'm really feeling them right now.
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...No, I didn't; we did make those plans.
Besides, you would never let me hear the end of it, would you?
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[ She may or may not have, but if Blade just assumes this of her, she will honestly just take it tbh. Just making herself comfy in a seat and gets something nice and poppy, she feels like a fun drink will be a nice treat. ]
What'd you get?
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[ Blade definitely assumed such and now feels a little ridiculous, it's fine.
Curiously, he wonders what she is getting, but... ]
Nothing exciting. A kind of wine I have become acclimated to.
...Rice wine. Yourself?
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[ So today, she's having a little of this. ]
You want some?
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[ Drinking alcohol is...one of the few rare guilty pleasures Blade still engages in as a remnant from his 'past life'.
"...It's rather crimson," Comes a thought, which seems so, well. Obvious? Like, yeah, a drink that is reddish is going to be crimson, but he never anticipated that it'd look nice. ]
...Yes. I'll have—
[ And then he suddenly has one of his own, so he ends his sentence abruptly. Two drinks now. But, he's a big man, he can deal with it. Blade will even take a sip, perhaps a bit eager to try it, though he makes an effort to make it appear the exact opposite. The sip then turns into a gulp. ]
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[ She just looks chipper when Blade is just automatically Given what she's having. ]
And so convenient too! It's not half-bad, right? I mean I like a regular whiskey or even straight vodka here and there, but making it all fun and pretty is where the real "fancy" taste comes in in my opinion.
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[ Blade thinks that the profile does have adequate information in some respects, but clearly not everything.
So, then he asks: ]
What are some of those other things? ...That you 'like'?
[ He remembers something, vaguely pawing at the back of his head. Sitting with three others, drinking, and light-hearted comments. The sensation of nostalgia rises, easy to be shared still thanks to this week's last leg of lingering effects. ]
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[ Twisting around the little cocktail umbrella in hers. She's curious about that nostalgia -- she's sure Blade has his own secrets and his past, and it's almost kind of funny. Cold on the outside, but this little hint of warmth. Rodya on the other hand, as she talks, it feels oddly cold and muted like a dead winter. ]
I like having a nice bed to sleep in, steak dinners, at some place high brow. I like gambling, 'cause the risk-benefit is also fun. And I like doing it with people I like.
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But, her last words there and those frigid emotions distract him momentarily. A feeling of curiosity arises, and yet also vague understanding, even if they are different in their outlooks for certain reasons here. Blade also thinks that Rodya herself is looking for one a distraction. Yet, can she say that she will 'living' instead of 'surviving'? He has...enough sparse tact not to say that, though. He's crazy, but not completely senseless. ]
...It is likely you would enjoy visiting Penacony.
There would be a copious amount of gambling available on that planet, alongside "high brow" places. And it is well-known for its 'festivities'. It's full of other bright nonsense you would likely find to your liking as well.
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Oh really? Think this Penacony will happen to be on the dossier anytime soon?
[ Like obviously!! She is interested!! She can hope. ]
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I can't say I'd know, since the spaceship's projected travel route is unknown to me. But, that would be fortunate if it were.
[ He says this unironically, because if the ship was near Penacony, his associates could reach out to them, and Silver Wolf would hack into the systems with ease. He idly conveys across the thought inadvertently out in the open, "...There hardly would be much of a barrier." ]
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It was a rhetorical question -- but hey, that would be lucky wouldn't it?
[ What matters to her is that he bothered to throw in an agreement at all. She's successfully making her way through Frost King's heart (?!) (delusion). ]
How do you usually spend your time anyway? I'm having a hard time imagining you going at some slot machines.
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When she says it was a rhetorical question, there is a lengthy pause in which makes it clear that once again he took it seriously. So, he just simply nods because he did say it'd be fortunate, after all. ]
I spend my time training, or keeping to myself.
On occasion, ensuring I am up to date on my associate's activities, as it would be to my best interest to know what they're doing at any given moment.
[ Because they're even more out there than he is, yeah. Ice King's heart is still frigid enough that he clearly has said hardly anything fun at all (and probably why it isn't a surprise that he bails from company most of the time.) ]
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[ Which. She supposes she could imagine Blade doing that. But maybe with like, angry thoughts. ]
You got associates? What kinda people are they?
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[ Blade has problems, clearly. Some of which do occasionally verge towards something resembling those that can be considered 'normal' and those that are completely abnormal. ]
They are ... memorable. You would likely get along with Silver Wolf best; she is a skilled hacker, yet in certain instances can be considered personable. [ ... ] Kafka is an unparalleled woman of many talents. Sam is ruthless, but decisive.
...You have associates of your own, don't you?
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I've got a few, sure. Mostly my busmates. You know Gregor -- he's a little awkward, but he's genuinely a good guy and he looks out for people. Maybe too much sometimes. Sinclair is someone who tries his best, a little too much sometimes, the type that always gets in too much over his head and then blames himself. Ishy is always stubborn on the surface, but I know she's a softie inside who just doesn't want to admit it.
They're pretty fun.
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[ Silver Wolf could probably rope Rodya into playing some vidyathings with ease. ]
Hm.
...Considering their personality types, it is hardly surprising you would mesh with them adequately enough.