[EVENT] - Kharveryos

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday/Saturday/Sunday, 4/1-4/3
Where: The Culture Center
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Language. Violence, injury, combat. Cannibalism in 9pm thread.

[OOC post for this event is here]

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[cloverstone]

"No, it's not."

[zenpc]

He gave her a polite, but mocking smile. "And why," he asked, "is that?"

[cloverstone]

It made her prickly and wish that Rhys had made her a berserker purely so she punch him in the face and actually do some damage, but she returned his smile with one of her own.

"People here don't take out five men like they're nothing but dolls."

[zenpc]

"Pro MMA competitor," he said. "Five untrained ruffians. Numbers don't always beat out skill."

[cloverstone]

Her smile faltered. "Why bother lying?"

[zenpc]

He tapped his plastic fork against the paper plate, giving her a very unamused look. "You think I'd answer that if I was lying?"

[cloverstone]

"Yes." Her tone and look made it clear she thought this was a trick question.

[zenpc]

He huffed out an amused exhalation of breath, lowering and shaking his head at her. "You are unfuckingbelievable. Accuse a guy of being a berserker, accuse him of lying to you about it, and then expect him to tell you the truth about why he's not telling you the truth?"

He looked up and met her eyes, wearing a smile that clearly said he thought she was an idiot. "We got a fucking mastermind over here."

[cloverstone]

It was true. Aside from monetary purchases, Jordan rarely thought things out in advance. A leap before you look kind of person, it had bitten her in the ass several times, including now.

"Thanks," she said, ring finger tapping against her thigh as she tried to quell her rising annoyance. "It'd be a miracle if the truth came out of any of you."

[zenpc]

If she was trying to goad him, it didn't work. Roman had been given his leadership position because X-DAV trusted him not to go blabbering all their secrets to any idiot who asked.

"Are you done?" he asked. "Food's getting cold."

[cloverstone]

"Oh, no, go ahead and eat," she said, placing her elbow on the table and resting her cheek against her knuckles. "Berserkers aren't renowned for their manners."

[zenpc]

As if taking her permission quite seriously, he stuck a forkful of moussaka in his mouth and spoke through it. "You're stuck on that, huh?"

[cloverstone]

"Mmmhm." Her eyes slid over to where his two team mates were supposed to be. "You're not even trying with her, are you? That's definitely a bow. And your other one, mm, well," she looked back at Roman, "isn't there anymore."

[zenpc]

"People still hunt with bows in this day and age." He looked out to follow her gaze though, and annoyance flashed across his face when he saw that Zale had, indeed, vanished.

Damn it, Zale. Fuck it, he could wait until Roman was done eating. He stuck another bite in his mouth, defiantly.

[cloverstone]

"Yeah, okay." It was obvious she didn't believe him, but that was old news to him already.

"They must have promised you something valuable for your cooperation," she began to say, mostly to herself, mostly to fill the gap of silence, and also to see if he'd have any kind of reaction other than irritation. "Xumurdad's stomach? Or maybe they want to resurrect it here?"

[zenpc]

He didn't answer her. The moussaka was much better company.

[cloverstone]

Because he could break it to pieces with his teeth like the savage he was and no one would give a shit, right!? Berserkers!!

"Bet you killed Hutchins' wife, too." Well, no, she had no idea if he was the one who did it, only that it was a berserker, as she had come to believe.

[zenpc]

He put down his fork and looked up, giving her a flat stare.

"If I did, do you really think it's a good idea for you to sit here and tell me you know about it?"

[cloverstone]

"Are you surprised?" She'd snuck out of the tent, then come and accused him right to his face here. Jordan was coloring herself the paragon of everything opposite good ideas.

[zenpc]

"I just can't tell if you think you're clever or if you just have no sense of your own safety."

[cloverstone]

"If I were clever, I wouldn't be here," she said flatly, and it was the truth. XDAV's first botched meet, then the riots in Underwood during Alison's party for Helia (which she had not even meant to attend, fuck.)

[zenpc]

"What are you even hoping to accomplish?" he asked. He thought this girl was an idiot, but she was stupid in a way that made him curious.

[cloverstone]

"Who fucking knows," she said, the curse slipping out in an otherwise casual situation a testament to how frustrated she was with everything. "Not having man-eating monsters roaming the streets'd be nice, but I'm not exactly equipped to do that."

That was true. That wasn't all -- she wanted XDAV convicted, publicly humiliated and forced to fix or compensate for the damage she was sure they were responsible for -- but it was true.

[zenpc]

"Can't say I disagree."

She was just a dumb kid with more information than sense, he decided. Ultimately harmless. Except to herself.

"Let me give you some advice," he told her. He was serious, but still casual in his own way. This was genuine. "Whatever you think you know? Keep it to yourself, or the wrong people are gonna hear it."

[cloverstone]

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. 'Wrong' people? He was the wrong people.

He wasn't the 'right' people, anyway.

"The people in grey cloaks?" she asked, mostly just to, because she was quite sure he wouldn't give her anything more than his cryptic advice, damnit, why was it always cryptic, this was the real world, not a story!