010 - Blackberry

[deadly_ned]

[Filtered to First Floor - Red Team, affected and unaffected alike]


Come with me if you don't want paint on your clothes.


[Filtered to Thomas MacLaine]

Stay right there. I'm coming to rescue you. Don't. Panic.

We're going to go kick some ass.

Comments

[spam]

[deadly_ned]

[His eyes seem to bug out and he nods, once and slowly]

Yes, please.


...You know, I'm almost definitely sure we call that a 'brush'.

Sort of the. More conventional term.

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick gives him a look best described at dour. He points to the weapon on the floor:]

Paint gun.

[And then rolls a brush across his fingers so that he's holding it out to Ned handle first.]

Paint knife.

[spam]

[deadly_ned]

Your terminology could use some work. My paint gun looks and acts like a gun that shoots paint.

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

...I draw this thing across someone's skin or thrust it against them and leave a mark, how do you actually think knives work? Paint knife.

Don't question my knives, I get touchy.

[He's actually joking, Ned? He just has a very good poker face.]

[spam]

[deadly_ned]

But it's a brush.

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Lower lip juts out.

And now he's pouting at you, Ned.]

[spam]

[deadly_ned]

Please don't look at me like that.

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[He's looking at you like that]

[spam]

[deadly_ned]

You're pouting.

That's not fair. You're pouting and I can't handle you looking sad like that!

Re: [spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[His face slides back into a smile]

Just fucking with you, pie man. Load me up with ammo, we're fine.

[spam]

[deadly_ned]

You shouldn't...fuck with me. I'm very easily fucked with.

[But he turns, and brings out a heavy vest loaded with paintballs, placing it up and over Riddick's head]

Let's suit you up.

Re: [spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I've noticed.

[He slides into the vest with a smile and a nod, and reaches out for Ned's shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze.]

[spam]

[deadly_ned]

[Averse to touch but willing to put up with it for Riddick, the Piemaker stiffens but nods, biting at his lip]

You're, um.

You're good to go? Paint knives and all?

Re: [spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick tips his head, fingers slipping away as he notes stress and tension-- pretty constant with Ned. No touch: he nods, as if he said it out loud.]

Yeah. I'm good to go. You ready for this war?

Re: [spam]

[deadly_ned]

I'm ready.


You know, it's strange. I was never, um. Much of team..sports player, at school.

Re: [spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Funny. Me neither.

[He nods, grins, and moves, going for the door. Time to go play.]

[spam]

[deadly_ned]

[With a rare smile, the Piemaker heads out after Riddick to deal in some paint-related vengeance]