019 - Sweet Potato [Locked against Alpha]

[deadly_ned]

Problem.

Very, very big problem.

You know that situation that happens when you bite into a chocolate chip cookie and you realize that what you thought was chocolate chips and looked like chocolate chips was actually raisins in disguise?

I think that might have just happened.

Only with...brains instead of raisins.

Four. Four brains. There are four people on this Barge that aren't themselves. My.....someone's switched people's chocolate chip brains for raisins and we need to find them.

Two wardens, two inmates. And I need help finding the raisins and putting them back to chocolate chips before something worse than mild disappointment happens.

Not to cause a panic or anything. No one's panicking.

[Later, Private to Charles Xavier]

Mr...Xavier? Charles Xavier?

It's Ned. The, um. Piemaker.

Comments

[deadly_ned]

No. He's just. Learned.

With technology and...things.

And he has a few dozen lifetimes' worth of knowledge in one head.

[godsays]

And you let him have the technology?

[deadly_ned]

No!

No. I don't know where he might have gotten it. I didn't sign off on anything. There wasn't a form!

[godsays]

Where did he get it, then? How did he do it? Where is the equipment, and can we find out who had access and who's been there?

[deadly_ned]

I don't know. I don't know if there even is technology involved. I have to go to his room and see.

[godsays]

Why haven't you yet?

[deadly_ned]

Because I'm talking to you.

..And I'm. Waiting for Dean.

[godsays]

This is the worst thing you can do to someone. By far the worst thing you can do, on the Barge where killing isn't permanent.

[deadly_ned]

I know.

I know. It's...bad. It's very, very bad.

[godsays]

How could you let this happen? How could you not - check? You even knew you were making mistakes with him!

[deadly_ned]

I wanted to give him a chance on his own. I wanted to let him feel trusted and responsible for his own actions.

[godsays]

You told all of us that you were making mistakes.

[deadly_ned]

Yes! I thought it was general...trust issues! Not...secret brainwashing and kidnap adventures!

[godsays]

Apparently there was a reason not to trust him.

[myironeyes]

Zane.

Ned is the one with an item that can locate his inmate.

Yell at him later.

[Marsh's tone is dark and very, very flat. He is incredibly angry. But this won't help.]

[godsays]

He can go get his inmate at any time!

[deadly_ned]

I'm not going to make the same mistake. He's going to Zero, I'm going to find out who he turned and turn them back and...

Then we...won't have to worry about it.

[godsays]

Won't have to worry?

Knowing he's still there, he still knows how to do this, and you're the one watching?

[surfaceshine]

Alright, hot shot, simmer down and get to doing something actually useful.

Because this? Ain't it.

[godsays]

I'm happy to help.

Secret Squirrel Spam

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick doesn't actually respond. He wouldn't have much to say, since he's operating currently on a mixture of one part paranoia and one part undirected rage--undirected until Zane started shouting anyway. He's heading toward where he thinks Zane is, armed with his ceramic knife.]

Spam!!

[godsays]

[ Zane is in his cabin - or he was, until now. He leaves it to try and find Cassel, or maybe Morgana, or maybe take some time in the CTS.

He has an altered mind. He has been turned inside out and rage has been poured into him, time and time again, until he no longer knew what was his and what wasn't. His desire to kill wasn't there when he was born. It was there after the spike was pulled free. Something changed him, and it wasn't just his father.

The thought of someone on the Barge doing the same is nearly enough to send him into that same murderous rage that he hates and fears so much.

He is not particularly focused on his surroundings. ]

Spam! Pow! Biff!

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick comes out of a stairwell with no warning-- not as fast as a mistborne with the right metals could, but faster than a human should be able to. His target is sure and specific-- he aims for a spot just left of of the spine, under the forth lumbar down. His knife is sharp and cruel-- but his instincts are dull, hidden under a blanket of someone else's thoughts.]

Re: Spam!!

[godsays]

[ Zane has been avoiding burning too much tin, and too much copper. He had only those metals for a long time, and flaring one metal without tempering it for too long can lead to dependence, and worse.

So tin, his main forewarning, isn't burning.

And he hasn't even swallowed pewter, the metal for speed and strength. Because Charles wasn't happy about it, and he wants to be worthwhile - he wants Charles to be happy with him, and proud of him.

Zane hears the movement, and he reacts fast, as fast as anyone as well-trained as him would be able to. But it's not fast enough. The knife takes him in the side as he spins; he burns Steel and pushes against where he believes the knife would be, but there's no grip, no metal there. He flares tin for senses just as the knife goes in, making the burst of pain astonishing, cold-ice-agony.

Zane Pushes, as hard as he can, against any source of metal that might be on Riddick's body, and reaches to his side to the vial of metals there, downing the alcohol-and-metal solution in one smooth movement. With his other hand, he pulls a coin from his pocket and throws it into the air, Pushing it towards Riddick without much aim, but with enough speed that it could rip into flesh. ]

97 :/

[with_my_teacup]

[Despite the tug at the buckles of his belt and harness, Riddick keeps his feet, jerking aside from the projectile, and comes back with another stab, this time going for the eye socket. It's not a boneless grace, but the movement of someone who doesn't care that his bones and tendons have breaking strains.]