[Video] un: spanglethesestars

[ukase]

[Rumlow has his set-up casual, his feet up on the table, and there's a toothpick sticking out the left side of his mouth. He's clearly sitting with two feet of the chair off the ground, but more predominant might be the healed burn scars that mark the left side of his face but particularly around his eyes. Much of the burns has clearly healed (miracle of pod life), but there is enough there to speak of previous considerable damage. His hair looks great though.]

New here. You don't care, and that's great. I'm looking for information on one subject in particular, so I won't waste time with semantics.

I need information on dragons. Specifically anatomy and how to kill them. I've got a wager with my future wife where she wants me to be the knight in shining armor and slay a dragon, but aside from the komodo kind, we don't have dragons where I'm from.

[He picks the toothpick from his mouth, twirling it in his fingers.]

Sure hope these ones taste like chicken though.

[He winks at the camera, offering a charming grin. Oh right, he wants to name drop because he knows it will annoy the person in question to the maximum degree.]

Also, if anyone knows Jessica Jones. Hit me up.

[He offers a mock little salute and the video ends.]

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[ukase]

[Now there has to be a story with a statement like that.]

Baby sociopaths? I'm going to need the background on that one.

[vorrutyer]

What - you never met them out in the play-yard? The children who'd find the ones who were smaller and weaker than they were and hold their heads under water or snap their fingers, and then convince all the adults around them that their victim was simply ever so clumsy.

[ Ah, Byerly does loathe his older cousin Richars. ]

You never encountered the little monsters?

[ukase]

[Okay, Rumlow had to laugh at that.]

I was one of those little monsters, though it took me till my older years to start snapping fingers or holding anyone underwater. You realize those kids do that shit because they are copy-catting, right? Or filling a void that comes in the home life?

[He would admit that some were just bad eggs, but way back when, he wanted nothing to do with those kids either. He pushed them around as much as the little ones.]

Did you fight back?

[vorrutyer]

[ By smiles innocently back at Rumlow. Though - good heavens. That's a hell of a thing to admit. ]

Who's to say I was the one being victimized? Maybe I was one of the victimizers, too.

[ Given his foppish mannerisms and general disposition, that seems...unlikely. ]

[ukase]

Because you look and act like someone who would be the victim for a time before turning it around on your bully. You seem like the revenge type to me.

[He grins openly. People ask the right questions, and he generally will answer. It might not always be truth. He's sometimes just looking for shock value.]

[vorrutyer]

[ By's smile turns a little crooked. Too right, that. Even if the revenge takes nearly thirty years. Ah, but he does savor the memory of Richars' smug, complacent face when he realized that Byerly - the man he'd thought he'd cowed into obedience - was the architect of his downfall... ]

Well, if you're right about me, then you've answered your own question. [ Then, rather sweetly: ] Did any of your little victims ever get their revenge on you?

[ukase]

[His own smile turns crooked at that question, and he shrugs his shoulders a little.]

That ain't a topic for open discussion. You want to know, you'll have to buy me a drink first.

[vorrutyer]

My dear fellow!

[ He claps a hand to his chest in absurd oversincerity. ]

That offer is music to my ears. Gossip and enabling my drinking problem? Be still my heart. When shall we meet?

[ukase]

[Rumlow laughs good-naturedly. Now this is more like it!]

Let me check my busy schedule. [He mimes picking up an invisible book and leafing through the invisible pages.] Looks like I'm free tonight or tomorrow or the next or the day after that. Imagine that.

Pick your poison.

[vorrutyer]

Absinthe, tonight?

[ukase]

[Absinthe? God, he's going to get handsy if they drink too much of that. He doesn't let any of that concern show.]

Sounds fine by me. Got a place in mind to meet?

[vorrutyer]

Would a park bench be too crass?

[ukase]

Ugh, you know how to take a man on the town. People watching while drinking and gossiping is literally the best thing.

[vorrutyer]

A man after my own heart.

[ Byerly isn't certain whether he's going to like Rumlow or despise him with every fiber of his being. Or, perhaps, both at once. What a charming prospect. ]

I'll send you a map to where I'll be.

[ukase]

[Rumlow goes into most situations like he's the cat's meow, and so far, this guy is one of the few he tolerates. He's all for meeting and potentially fighting.]

Right. We'll meet at seven.

log or should we just continue in this post

[vorrutyer]

i'm up for a log. you set up or me?

[ukase]

would you mind xoxoxoxoxo

[vorrutyer]

i'll have it up in a little bit xo

[ukase]

log's up

[ukase]

Here