Video: Bellsareme

[relance]

[Julia is sitting on her bunk in her cabin, and she's got a sketch pad on her lap. The sketchpad however is far less important that the skeletal severed arm that's resting around her neck like a bone scarf. There is no way that it should still be connected, let alone moving when Julia speaks, but hey, that's what it's doing.]

Alright assholes, let's make this short and sweet. I'm Julia. Just Julia. Not Jules, Julie or any other stupid nickname that you can come up with. Just Julia. This is Handy.

[The severed arm of Stonewall Jackson waves his bony fingers in greeting.]

Look, it's really fucking dumb that we couldn't figure out who was missing last month because we had no idea who the hell is even on the ship. Let's make this really fucking easy: say who you are, where your cabin is and who your partner is. That way if someone goes wandering off or gets kidnapped or whatever, we at least know what you fucking look like if we're sending out the search party.

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[relance]

Good. Thank you. Now tell me one fun fact about yourself.

[Is she serious? Is she joking? Who knows. ]

[albatrossomen]

[Is she serious? If she isn't, he's still going to err on the side that she is.

It's more fun that way.]

I am much older than I look.

[relance]

Yeah? How much older we talking? We talking really good genes or like some vampire bullshit?

[albatrossomen]

Oh I most certainly am not a vampire.

[That does not answer the question.]

[relance]

But you are supernatural the.

[albatrossomen]

You only asked for one fun fact.

What about yourself?

[relance]

I can drink a fifth of tequila and then balance the bottle on my head.

So what are you then?

[albatrossomen]

That does sound impressive, a claim like that warrants a demonstration.

If I were supernatural, it would hardly be any fun to simply come out and state what kind wouldn't you agree?

[relance]

Well, I guess it depends on what you think will happen if you do.

[Julia gives a broad grin. And a wink because she’s herself, and of course she’s going to say:]

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. In private of course.

[albatrossomen]

[Oh? Now isn't that interesting. He raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. It's reckless, to be sure, but at the rate things are going and with Mammon and his loud mouth...

Really what could be the harm?]

A trade. I might be amendable to that. What are your terms?

[relance]

Somewhere private. We agree not to tell anyone else.

And of course you go first. You’ve already got some of mine with Handy.

[albatrossomen]

I am not well-versed with the ship, you name a space you feel is adequate.

[More he won't find anywhere he feels is adequately private, but that's a him problem and not one she needs to worry about.]

Now that's hardly fair, as you volunteered him! But very well, I am curious enough to accept.

[Foolish as it probably is.]

[relance]

Excellent. My cabin or yours seems the best bet.

[albatrossomen]

[Oh right those are a thing.]

Either or, you have my number and are welcome to come up. I assure you I do not bite, even when asked.

[Worst joke?]

[relance]

Even when asked? Then what fun are you, sweetie? Biting is delightful.

[Julia just gives him a tilted grin.]

[albatrossomen]

Even when asked. Some might say I am not much fun at all.

[He confirms with a wry smirk and a bit of a wink. Yes he was absolutely making a dumb joke about the vampire thing.]

[relance]

[Julia gets it and she lets out a laugh.]

Well, we’ll see about that I guess. No time like the present sweetie.

[albatrossomen]

Indeed, it's not as if there are any other pressing matters to attend to while we drift aimlessly through space. I await your arrival.

[He thinks that's invitation enough for her to come up whenever she's feeling daring.]

[relance]

[When she’s feeling daring? Julia is always feeling daring. Daring and not at all giving a fuck about things that’s the same right? Of course it is.

Well, at least Julia knocks on his cabin door. She’s still got Handy hanging onto her neck like a bony scarf. ]

[albatrossomen]

[Most excellent! Her decisiveness is an admirable quality.

He was waiting, not doing a whole lot but then again that's pretty normal given they don't exactly have much in the way of entertainment on board. For the moment he's packed his little craft project aside, he can build questionable clockworks another time.

The door slides open shortly after her knock, with Murmur stepping aside with a bow and a gesture welcoming her in.]

Welcome, I see you brought your friend.

[Fortunately he's not the squeamish type. Merely mildly curious about this necromantic pet.]

[relance]

'Course I did. I wouldn't want him to wander off and like have some of the idiots here do something dumb like try and kill him. I'd have to kill them and I don't think that would go over particularly well with the rest of the crew you know?

[It's said in a teasing voice, because of course it is and that's Julia--take a guess of if she's being serious or fake. But for a moment, her eyes just go slightly distant, and she breathes in through her nose, trying to understand what the scent she's smelling is. It's not familiar, of course, but it's also something that is deciding not human.

Jesus, what Julia wouldn't fucking do in order to have Harry and Sting Jr here to see if this guy is an avatar. But that's nothing she can do about, so instead she just looks at him and affixes the smile back to her face.]

So. You smell interesting.

[albatrossomen]

Not unwise, best to avert any unnecessary conflict. A war upon the ship would likely be quite uncomfortable for Navi.

[Being a space ship has got to be a very strange experience. And frustrating, when your crew is already prone to being argumentative. Whether or not she was kidding, again, he chose to err on the side that she was not. It was more entertaining that way. As far as the death threat goes he didn't seem particularly concerned.

Inhuman, and yet it carried a hint of flowers. Rose, poppy, a few others? Not like perfume however, or potpourri, but the very flowers themselves. Not exactly a scent typically carried by most animals.

He rose an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side in mild curiosity.]

Oh? What do I smell like? I have always wondered. [It's not like he can smell himself.] Interesting you should focus on scent, a shifter of some sort?

[There were plenty of creatures with strong senses of smell, but in his experience the ones who rely on it most were typically shifters. Of canine variety, more often than not.

And yes, he is going to keep playing the game just a little longer, because it's fun and he's very bored.]

[relance]

Yeah. Definitely flowers but real ones, not the sort that have taken a bath in alcohol or something. Rose and poppy for sure.

[Julia sniffs once more, but she doesn't come any closer and instead Handy just grips her shoulder and taps against it. One tap for yes and two taps for no is normally how it goes, but this is just a reassuring sort of pat before Julia shrugs in a very gallic fashion.]

You're supposed to go first you know. I think calling me a shifter before that is kinda rude.

[Like Julia actually gives a fuck about someone being rude.]

[albatrossomen]

Well! Glad am I to learn it isn't an unpleasant smell. Flowers are typically accepted to have a pleasant scent, as far as I understand.

[As though he's not entirely certain of the fact. Just making an educated guess. Like most of this, to be sure. Her offense, or rather lack there of, is met with something of an apologetic smile, though the smile may not entirely reach his eyes. There was a monotone emotionless quality to him. Just very slightly on the edge of unsettling, like someone mimicking the gestures who didn't quite understand the reason or method behind them.]

My apologies, I do enjoy a good puzzle. In the name of not ending the game too quickly, however, I'd like to hear you take a guess at what you think I might be.

[He'd ask her to keep it secret even if she did figure it out, but... given Mammon exists, and the shenanigans they've run into so far, he's fairly certain that secret isn't going to hold long. Better Murmur take what agency he can over the decision of his exposure.]

[relance]

Something celestial maybe. I don’t think a demon because I highly doubt those fuckers smell like flowers or whatever the hell. I suppose it’s possible that you’re some sort of god from another pantheon that I’m not familiar with but I think you might have more power if you were. Growing shit or whatever since you’ve got the smell of flowers. But considering some of the bullshit I’ve heard in the south, I’m going to guess....Angel?