Woulda' been nice if he kicked the bucket right then, but Szilard was immortal. Unlike Ennis, he wasn't made in the elixir, he just drank it. But he could still recover from that just as fast, and when he did...
[He sighs and stares at the tabletop. This is one of the parts of this story that he doesn't like so much, though the ending makes up for it.]
The thing about a homonculus is that there's a link between them and the person who made 'em. For Ennis, that person was Szilard. So right then and there, when he decided he wanted her to die, she started to, well... Break down, basically, in her cells. He didn't want to kill her quickly.
So that's why she couldn't go against him before, huh? Sounds like a messy end -- and all because those two other people thanked her? [A shrug.] Doesn't seem worth it to me.
Exactly. She didn't doubt for a second that he'd do it--he'd done it to the homonuli before her.
[He shrugs.]
Like I said, they were the first people she met who didn't treat her like she was lower than dirt. I don't know if I woulda' done the same if I was her, but that still means something. And she was tired, I think, of killin' people for him. It was worth it, the way she saw it.
[He stares at her for a moment until he gets the joke, and then he stares at her more with a mixture of horror and offense.]
...She nearly died and you're makin' jokes?
[Wow. People have no tact these days! He shakes his head.]
Anyway. Isaac and Miria were peltin' Szilard with pepper bombs to try and make him stop what he did with Ennis, but it didn't do much.
Then, some of the guys who'd been shot earlier showed up, all in one piece, just like her and Szilard. Ennis saw her chance, even if she couldn't kill him with her own hands and even if it was too late for her.
Because, well, she figured that they somehow got into the elixir. It didn't matter how, just that they were immortal. There is one way to kill a normal immortal human and you need an immortal to do it.
[Revy just gives Firo a disbelieving look over her glass as she takes another swig. Sheesh, what's wrong with a little black humor to get through life? That's probably not even the worst joke she's made about death.]
Is it like what Ennis was just doin' to her, or somethin' else?
Somethin' completely different. You... you "eat" 'em. And that's what Ennis told one of those guys to do. To make sure that when she died there, Szilard would go too.
It worked, but just gettin' rid of Szilard didn't mean she'd stop dying. So she asked the guy who killed Szilard to take her the same way. Thing is, when one immortal eats another, they get all their memories and thoughts. It's not a pretty way to go, but she didn't think she'd have the time to tell Isaac and Miria everything she wanted to say.
[She's gotta hand it to Firo, this is actually a pretty interesting story. If only for the whole homunculus and immortal and apparent cannibalism thing.]
...you know, they're not really "immortal" if they can actually die.
[That's something he's wondered about but never fully explained. He glares at her, sighing.]
Okay, fine, maybe they don't really die. They "live on" in the other person's head or whatever, happy? I don't know what else to call it when someone doesn't age and doesn't die when they get shot. And when you eat somebody, it's not like you actually eat 'em. You kinda suck 'em up into your hand.
[Not that that's better.]
Can I finish up now, or are you gonna quibble more with my word choice?
[He nods as he tries to get his brain back on track.]
So she asked him to eat her, sure that he'd let her die. Of course, that wasn't gonna happen, so using Szilard's memories he reversed what Szilard had done to her.
Ennis got back on her feet and never had to deal with doin' Szilard's dirty work again. And she's still friends with Isaac and Miria years later--so I guess you could say they completely stole her from that old bastard.
[That's enough cheese for three bowls of Easy Mac.]
That's stretchin' it. But I'll give ya a pass because of all that stuff with the immortals. Wasn't expecting that. [Grinning, she taps her fingers on the bar counter.] Round two, then?
((OOC: How do you feel about continuing to backtag? I've been enjoying this thread (in spite of what my slowness might imply) but I know this has been going on since August. If you'd rather not backtag, we can work out what each one might have learned about the other in later rounds or something.))
How's that stretchin' it? I thought it was a good story.
[Of course he did; Ennis was in it. Depending on how much Revy was paying attention, she may have noticed that Firo has something of a crush on Ennis.
He smiles--the deck's already in his hand--and starts shuffling.]
You bet!
[ooc: I'm enjoying this too, and I'm totally fine with more backtagging! But if you wanted we could work out what they would have told each other, or we could do a later thread with them having a rematch. I don't know what your tag load now is like, so I'm honestly fine with what works best for you.]
((OOC: I'll have Revy lose this round, then, so we can at least thread out one story for her.))
[Oh, yeah, Revy noticed that Firo has something for this Ennis chick, considering how defensive he got about her. But she'll leave it for the moment, instead glancing idly around the bar as Firo deals out another hand.]
You don't think I'm nice enough to let you win twice in a row, do you?
[He smiles as he deals them each their next face up cards to show that he knows very well she won fair and square. The bantering is fun to him, though. At work he has to be the ever-professional manager so he didn't get to joke around while playing cards too often. And in Luceti he just plain doesn't get to play frequently.]
[She's smirking too, though. She won't ever admit that she's missed bantering with someone -- missed bantering with her crew, to be more specific -- but she supposes that if she has to pass the time with someone, Firo's all right.
...this hand of hers, however, is not. After he deals out their next cards, it's clear that nothing is going to save it.]
Ah, fuck. [With a flick of her wrist, she slides the cards back towards Firo, folding for this round.]
[He jumps a little at the movement, just as startled by its suddenness as he is by her folding. Knowing when to fold is a good skill, but she seemed like the type to go to the bitter end.]
I'm not a dumbass, I know a lost cause when I see one. [Unlike some other person she knows. (Lookin' at you, Rock.)] So, you wanna hear about that bartender fighting over the phone with a cartel foot soldier?
[It was part of the lead-up to the recent clusterfuck with Roberta and the U.S. military, but in a life like Revy's, you gotta take the bright spots when you see 'em.]
Okay, so one day, me and a pal are just sitting at the bar having a drink and talkin' about some shit that's come up in town, yeah? Then Gustavo shows up with some of his cartel flunkies. By sheer coincidence -- [her tone makes it clear that it's anything but] -- they wanna to know about the same shit we're talkin' about.
And then who should come in at that moment but the very topic of our conversation -- a killer maid from Venezuela.
[Honestly, the killer maid part is probably gonna be more interesting than Bao fighting over the phone with Gustavo. But whether Revy will explain enough of that story is still up in the air.]
[It almost sounds like the opening to a joke: "a drug lord and a killer maid walk into a bar..." but Firo's more confused than amused. He raises an eyebrow at Revy.]
...Uh-huh. And I suppose that's normal where you're from?
[He still looks absolutely baffled by this concept, but he supposes there's some sense in it. She could probably sneak into a lot of places and get people to let their guards down.]
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[He sighs and stares at the tabletop. This is one of the parts of this story that he doesn't like so much, though the ending makes up for it.]
The thing about a homonculus is that there's a link between them and the person who made 'em. For Ennis, that person was Szilard. So right then and there, when he decided he wanted her to die, she started to, well... Break down, basically, in her cells. He didn't want to kill her quickly.
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So that's why she couldn't go against him before, huh? Sounds like a messy end -- and all because those two other people thanked her? [A shrug.] Doesn't seem worth it to me.
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[He shrugs.]
Like I said, they were the first people she met who didn't treat her like she was lower than dirt. I don't know if I woulda' done the same if I was her, but that still means something. And she was tired, I think, of killin' people for him. It was worth it, the way she saw it.
...But I didn't say it ended for her there.
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[HA SEE WHAT SHE DID THERE]
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...She nearly died and you're makin' jokes?
[Wow. People have no tact these days! He shakes his head.]
Anyway. Isaac and Miria were peltin' Szilard with pepper bombs to try and make him stop what he did with Ennis, but it didn't do much.
Then, some of the guys who'd been shot earlier showed up, all in one piece, just like her and Szilard. Ennis saw her chance, even if she couldn't kill him with her own hands and even if it was too late for her.
Because, well, she figured that they somehow got into the elixir. It didn't matter how, just that they were immortal. There is one way to kill a normal immortal human and you need an immortal to do it.
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[Revy just gives Firo a disbelieving look over her glass as she takes another swig. Sheesh, what's wrong with a little black humor to get through life? That's probably not even the worst joke she's made about death.]
Is it like what Ennis was just doin' to her, or somethin' else?
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It worked, but just gettin' rid of Szilard didn't mean she'd stop dying. So she asked the guy who killed Szilard to take her the same way. Thing is, when one immortal eats another, they get all their memories and thoughts. It's not a pretty way to go, but she didn't think she'd have the time to tell Isaac and Miria everything she wanted to say.
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[She's gotta hand it to Firo, this is actually a pretty interesting story. If only for the whole homunculus and immortal and apparent cannibalism thing.]
...you know, they're not really "immortal" if they can actually die.
[OF ALL THINGS TO HARP ON...]
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Okay, fine, maybe they don't really die. They "live on" in the other person's head or whatever, happy? I don't know what else to call it when someone doesn't age and doesn't die when they get shot. And when you eat somebody, it's not like you actually eat 'em. You kinda suck 'em up into your hand.
[Not that that's better.]
Can I finish up now, or are you gonna quibble more with my word choice?
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[Yeah, yeah, whatever. Revy waves him on.]
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So she asked him to eat her, sure that he'd let her die. Of course, that wasn't gonna happen, so using Szilard's memories he reversed what Szilard had done to her.
Ennis got back on her feet and never had to deal with doin' Szilard's dirty work again. And she's still friends with Isaac and Miria years later--so I guess you could say they completely stole her from that old bastard.
[To make it sound incredibly cheesy.]
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[That's enough cheese for three bowls of Easy Mac.]
That's stretchin' it. But I'll give ya a pass because of all that stuff with the immortals. Wasn't expecting that. [Grinning, she taps her fingers on the bar counter.] Round two, then?
((OOC: How do you feel about continuing to backtag? I've been enjoying this thread (in spite of what my slowness might imply) but I know this has been going on since August. If you'd rather not backtag, we can work out what each one might have learned about the other in later rounds or something.))
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[Of course he did; Ennis was in it. Depending on how much Revy was paying attention, she may have noticed that Firo has something of a crush on Ennis.
He smiles--the deck's already in his hand--and starts shuffling.]
You bet!
[ooc: I'm enjoying this too, and I'm totally fine with more backtagging! But if you wanted we could work out what they would have told each other, or we could do a later thread with them having a rematch. I don't know what your tag load now is like, so I'm honestly fine with what works best for you.]
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[Oh, yeah, Revy noticed that Firo has something for this Ennis chick, considering how defensive he got about her. But she'll leave it for the moment, instead glancing idly around the bar as Firo deals out another hand.]
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[He deals them each three cards--two face down, one face up, just like before.]
Same stakes as before? I'd like to hear somethin' about your world.
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Hey, now, don't be so sure I'll be talkin'. Maybe you'll just have to tell me more about immortals getting eaten.
[Though when she checks her hand, things aren't looking too promising for her. But -- she still might have a chance, if she gets the right cards.]
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You don't think I'm nice enough to let you win twice in a row, do you?
[He smiles as he deals them each their next face up cards to show that he knows very well she won fair and square. The bantering is fun to him, though. At work he has to be the ever-professional manager so he didn't get to joke around while playing cards too often. And in Luceti he just plain doesn't get to play frequently.]
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You "let" me win? As if.
[She's smirking too, though. She won't ever admit that she's missed bantering with someone -- missed bantering with her crew, to be more specific -- but she supposes that if she has to pass the time with someone, Firo's all right.
...this hand of hers, however, is not. After he deals out their next cards, it's clear that nothing is going to save it.]
Ah, fuck. [With a flick of her wrist, she slides the cards back towards Firo, folding for this round.]
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[He jumps a little at the movement, just as startled by its suddenness as he is by her folding. Knowing when to fold is a good skill, but she seemed like the type to go to the bitter end.]
Givin' up already?
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I'd be offended if you did.
[She shrugs.]
I'm not a dumbass, I know a lost cause when I see one. [Unlike some other person she knows. (Lookin' at you, Rock.)] So, you wanna hear about that bartender fighting over the phone with a cartel foot soldier?
[It was part of the lead-up to the recent clusterfuck with Roberta and the U.S. military, but in a life like Revy's, you gotta take the bright spots when you see 'em.]
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Fair enough.
[He gathers their cards up and gives them a quick shuffle before he sets the deck aside.]
Yeah, shoot!
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Okay, so one day, me and a pal are just sitting at the bar having a drink and talkin' about some shit that's come up in town, yeah? Then Gustavo shows up with some of his cartel flunkies. By sheer coincidence -- [her tone makes it clear that it's anything but] -- they wanna to know about the same shit we're talkin' about.
And then who should come in at that moment but the very topic of our conversation -- a killer maid from Venezuela.
[Honestly, the killer maid part is probably gonna be more interesting than Bao fighting over the phone with Gustavo. But whether Revy will explain enough of that story is still up in the air.]
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A what?
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You heard me. A killer maid. Blades in her shoes and automatics in her sleeves, equipped for the most important kind of clean-up duty.
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[He still looks absolutely baffled by this concept, but he supposes there's some sense in it. She could probably sneak into a lot of places and get people to let their guards down.]
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