[ Peter's glad his end is audio-only, because he's. Making a really baffled face at his comm device right now. Under normal circumstances, he might kind of laugh it off? But as it is, he's just-- really confused. How the hell did this guy make that sort of jump? What sort of scary place is this guy's mind that he assumes that Peter's calling him a slut?
Christ.
He speaks with more patience than he feels. ]
He's a singer. Barry Gibb, I mean. Part of the group called the Bee Gees. Poofy hair, kinda like yours.
Here's my request: Search the premises for a gun, or any large weapons. Nothing like cooking knives or kitchenware- Daggers, swords, guns, et cetera. Things that were engineered to kill, to destroy.
See if you can find anything. Bring a friend if the situation calls for it.
[His eyes narrow as he looks at his tired hands.]
I'd go with you, but I'm in no condition to move very far.
[ He just-- chalks that up to the weird synapses that link Sakamoto's thoughts together. Obviously he doesn't know about the sword, doesn't realize that Sakamoto's offering it.
So he ignores it. Moves on.
His voice hardens slightly. ]
You tell me what the hell happened to you, and I'll get the goods. 'Cause it sounds like something's up.
[ He can tell that's not really the whole story, but-- hey, it's more than he expected. He thought he'd get a half-assed deflection or, like, "I fell down some stairs" or something shitty.
So it's enough for now. Maybe if they were on better terms he'd press, but he doesn't know how flexible the guy is. Doesn't know his breaking point.
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Christ.
He speaks with more patience than he feels. ]
He's a singer. Barry Gibb, I mean. Part of the group called the Bee Gees. Poofy hair, kinda like yours.
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[Brightly. He doesn't mind if he's being compared to others with curly hair, but also:]
One I can't exactly deny. Ah! I see.
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Tell me about this job of yours or I'm totally hanging up.
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You've been to North before, haven't you?
[Ah, there he is. Vague and cryptic as hell.]
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You lookin' for something in particular?
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[A snort.]
But for what? Have you ever found a gun?
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But then he stops, he thinks, and he realizes.
This guy, weird as he is, is definitely onto something. ]
Huh. I never looked for one, but you're right. I haven't come across a gun since I've been up there.
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Here's my request: Search the premises for a gun, or any large weapons. Nothing like cooking knives or kitchenware- Daggers, swords, guns, et cetera. Things that were engineered to kill, to destroy.
See if you can find anything. Bring a friend if the situation calls for it.
[His eyes narrow as he looks at his tired hands.]
I'd go with you, but I'm in no condition to move very far.
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Well. Fell down. A tone of shit fell down.
So it's Peter's turn to sound concerned. ]
You okay, man?
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[He wants to swallow, but his throat is dry. Ah, he's so helpless.
Fucking shit.]
Don't worry about me! You've got a job to do, so step on it.
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Sure.
I've got conditions, though. I'm not that much of a good Samaritan that I don't expect something in exchange, bro.
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How good are you with a sword?
[Something's showed up in his room.
Something old.]
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So he ignores it. Moves on.
His voice hardens slightly. ]
You tell me what the hell happened to you, and I'll get the goods. 'Cause it sounds like something's up.
Those are my terms.
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[Words should be cheap. Should be.
And yet, the price of his request seems so damn expensive.]
I got into a fight with my business partner.
["My closest friend."]
It wasn't her fault, it wasn't mine.
[He winces.]
But she hits very hard.
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So it's enough for now. Maybe if they were on better terms he'd press, but he doesn't know how flexible the guy is. Doesn't know his breaking point.
Still, he asks the obvious question. ]
You gonna be alright?
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The girl's got the strength of a Super Saiyan, but she was unconscious when I last saw her.
[And then she disappeared.]
Her picture is still on the phone, though. So I know she's still here.
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Few people I knew were acting seriously weird. Same shit get to your business partner, I'm guessing?
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I think she's ashamed of what she's done. Too ashamed to face me.
[A high-pitched laugh circles in his throat, painful, sharp.]
It wasn't even her fault.
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Hey. Maybe she's just glad for the break. I mean, I've been talkin' to you for like, what, a few minutes? And I'm pretty sure I need a breather, too.
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What if that's exactly it? She's taking a break from him, isn't she. Sakamoto can be such a burden sometimes.]
Maybe she did! The gal works pretty hard. Super hard! She needs a sick day.
[He clears his throat, well-rehearsed at this. Pretending, smiling.
It's getting harder.]
Well! Sounds like that's all you'll need from me. Take a deep breath, Peter. Inhale, exhale!
[And the feed ends.]