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[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.
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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Somewhere private. We agree not to tell anyone else.
And of course you go first. You’ve already got some of mine with Handy.
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[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.]
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Excellent. My cabin or yours seems the best bet.
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Either or, you have my number and are welcome to come up. I assure you I do not bite, even when asked.
[Worst joke?]
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Even when asked? Then what fun are you, sweetie? Biting is delightful.
[Julia just gives him a tilted grin.]
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[He confirms with a wry smirk and a bit of a wink. Yes he was absolutely making a dumb joke about the vampire thing.]
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[Julia gets it and she lets out a laugh.]
Well, we’ll see about that I guess. No time like the present sweetie.
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[He thinks that's invitation enough for her to come up whenever she's feeling daring.]
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[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. ]
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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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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?
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Very good, I'm impressed! It isn't often one can put the pieces together anymore. Honestly I'm surprised any still recognize the calling signs.
[The flower scent in particular, though faint, some humans could also discern it once in a while. It was nice to not be entirely forgotten and relegated to the annals of mythology. Despite their, admittedly too effective, insistence upon remaining hidden.]
Did you want to see?
[He could at least show her his wings, the true form deal was another story entirely he wasn't about to drop out of his vessel for that.]
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Obviously. What a dumb question. The whole point of I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
[The shit eating grin that Julia flashes him cuts any real bite that her words would have otherwise have, because she's amused as fuck at the moment.]
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He offered a faint shrug, sometimes opinions change! He was just making sure. With a burst of wind the wings appeared, long and thin like a sea bird's. A pale blue-gray on top, and white underneath. A small patch of feathers near where the base connect near his shoulders looked oddly bloodstained. He stretched those unreasonably large wings enough to nearly brush the feather tips on either side of the room, offering a faintly amused smile in return.
He could do the halo thing or booming voice as well but he didn't particularly feel like going all out at the moment. Wings are sufficient.]
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Oh wow.
[Julia is actually impressed by the show of wings and the space that they fill. Whistling lowly, Julia just asks softly.]
Can I touch em? I’ll let you pet me.
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Silently he considers for a moment, before drawing the spread wings down and turning to press one out more in her direction. Up closer the feathers seemed to have an almost glittering sheen, like a faint layer of frost.]
I'll allow it.
[She did ask nicely.]
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When she was done, Julia just tilts her head for a moment before she asks:]
Why does it looks like they've got a blood stain on 'em?
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Also likely unsurprising was how soft the feathers were, if Julia had ever pet a cockatoo she might find a similarity there. Remarkably soft feathers, and surprisingly not chilly to the touch despite the appearance of frost.]
[As he tucked his wings back once she was finished Murmur frowned a little over his shoulder at what bit he could see of the blood-stained feathers. Right, those.]
Because they, unfortunately, are. It is the mark of a faction, one I did not volunteer to be drawn into. Wars have a tendency to strip soldiers of concern for such inconveniences as permission.
[He muttered that last part darkly, clearly displeased with whatever transpired to result in the bloodied feathers.]
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[Yeah, Julia understands about that, and her blue eyes go flinty in response. But she’s not going to be one to explain why she is so bothered by that. So, then instead she just shifts. There’s a blur of white and Julia is gone, instead a large white wolf with gleaming blue eyes is in her place and she just drops down to sit.]
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He crouched down so he wasn't looming over her, not necessarily out of any sense of manners but more to have a better look.]
My, you are a beautiful wolf aren't you?
[With such a fondness for the cold, of course he'd be fond of an arctic wolf. Compliments weren't something Murmur offered easily nor often, and it might have shown in the earnestness in his tone. It wasn't a casual remark.]
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[Julia just preens a little bit. She knows how good she looks in any form. Giving him a toothy, wolf grin, she follows it up with a quick kick as well—a wolf thank you.]
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