[Savage was often taken aback on the very rare occasion someone actually texted him. For one, few did contact him and he was fine with that. Two, he didn't read well, though he had been practicing daily to improve his skills at it. Third, why would the droid be contacting him? He hadn't hated the androids company, and their discussion had been oddly refreshing.
He just hadn't thought that they would speak again except potentially running into one another on another one of Trench's adventures. It reminded him a little of Dirk randomly contacting him, though he didn't have the same very odd, very flirty and very obscene conversation topics with K.
He could reply in text, but it would take him awhile. His reading was better than his writing these days, and it would just take more time than necessary.]
Of course. A few broken bones could hardly stop me. Were you injured in the catacombs? That place was a tight squeeze in places. [There had also been cursed gold and that had been extremely disappointing to find out.]
Edited (typos are hard) Date/Time: 2022-04-20 01:33 (UTC)
[ The response coming as voice is a little surprising until K remembers — right, that seems to be how Savage prefers communicating on the network. After a moment he switches over to video and the screen will show him sat at a piano, since his Omni is propped on the back of it, in a room dimly lit with candles. The wide windows lining the wall behind him glow with the foggy green moonlight of Trench's perpetual night. He continues playing quietly as he answers. ]
I was fine. [ Mostly. ] Helped a few other people I ran into. There was this massive fire, a huge pit, a puzzle room that filled with blood... [ He shakes his head as he trails off. It was definitely a Time and he still isn't sure what purpose most of the challenges really served. Testing how perceptive or gullible Sleepers are? ]
It could definitely be a tight fit with those narrow passageways. Wouldn't be surprised if that's what got some people. [ Such as seven foot tall Zabraks, possibly. He glances up at the Omni screen. ] How'd you do down there?
[Musical instruments were far more rudimentary on Dathomir, but he had been exposed to music well beyond his own culture when traveling the galaxy and even in Deerington. He recognized the instrument as a piano but not the song itself.]
Yes. Plenty of hallways and a lake of black glass and a room full of treasures. [He liked the room of treasures, probably too much. It had landed him in trouble, but honestly having a touch of gold hadn't seemed that terrible at first. Then a nightmare.] I found an illusion of exit that turned into flesh eating fungus. People are reckless in that one.
[Some portions of the cave were quite claustrophobic.] I saved a bunch of humans from themselves. Mostly new people to Trench.
[ That last description has a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He can definitely relate to it. ]
Sounds like you've been practising some altruism yourself. [ Which isn't as surprising as it probably should be. K does tend to see the good in those who struggle to see it in themselves. ] Saving humans from themselves. If that doesn't sum up the Trench experience.
[ As well as the Deerington experience. Not that it sounds like he minds. A few of those humans are counted among his good friends, and he likes to think they'd do the same for him if he ever needs the help. Martin Blackwood in particular had always come through for him, no matter the circumstances... truly a shame the man had chosen to return to his doomed homeworld. K still misses him. ]
The room full of treasure, I didn't see that one. [ The treasure wouldn't have had much of an effect on him, so it could be that he bypassed it completely unaware... ] What sort of trap was that?
It would be a waste of perfectly good meat for them to die in that place. [That was altruism, right? He'd used the word once while he was in the labyrinth of catacombs, even if he had butchered speaking it. Nightbrothers were usually not altruistic, not even with each other.] Humans seem to consider themselves at their best when they are in trouble or escaping it.
[Savage had no issue killing humans as much as he cared little about saving them. He simply knew that living in a primarily human society meant that he couldn't just walk around kicking them off buildings or being too rough with them on a daily basis. He didn't need another bounty on his head and this place was uppity enough about his brother's behaviour.]
There was an overwhelming urge to take it, but it bestowed the curse that everything touched would turn to gold. Credits don't have much value here, but the gold was annoying too. [He had completely been enraptured by the treasure, and he hadn't resisted touching it. He'd survived the experience at least.]
Blood seems to be the currency of most value anyway. Did they give you a blood type in this place?
[ A waste of good meat...? That makes K pause in his playing as he stares at the Omni screen for a long moment, looking almost amused before he resumes playing again. ]
Can't imagine eating them. Who knows where they've been? [ Because that is clearly the biggest concern when it comes to eating humans, the risk of disease. But, to be fair, it isn't as though it would be cannibalism for either of them. That sort of shifts the moral aspects.
Sometimes Savage's bluntness is... weirdly charming and kind of hilarious. K relates to it. It's also refreshing to not always have to wonder if someone is saying one thing while actually meaning something else — the head games some people here like to play can get tiring. ]
Blood, trade, and labour. The latter two are how I get by. [ Because he has already had enough of his blood spilled for humans while being treated like a commodity. ] Too bad about the gold, though. I think it could have some limited uses here.
I'm a Coldblood — the one with elemental abilities. [ Which he demonstrates by lifting a hand into view of the screen, diminutive crackling arcs of lightning passing between his fingers. It's a level of control he's only been able to achieve thanks to John Constantine mentoring him. ] What about you?
[Most seemed to have an aversion to eating what died or they killed. Of course, most of the species around these parts were omnivores or even... ugh vegetarians. He and his brother were pure carnivores, so meat was meat, even if it might have once decided to talk back to them. Survival depending on eating, so he wasn't picky on where his meals came from.]
I already expect they've been in, around and beside others and are soiled in some way. A quick wash should make them edible or just don't think about it.
[He had no time for games; it hadn't been how he was raised, and the biggest secret he had kept was his Force sensitivities when he was young and Feral to take care of. His clan was rather... direct on almost all subjects. Life was too short for mind games.]
I work in all three. What is it you do for labour and trade? [This city had a wide arrangement of needs after all, and he didn't know enough about K to be certain which direction the non-human would go in.] It was a shame it was a curse. Gold makes some of the best credits.
[So the android had a blood type just like everyone else. Though there was a slight shift of unease at the sight of lightning, like K had changed to being distinctly more dangerous to him.] Vileblood. My blood enhances those that breathe it in.
[ Good lord, this just gets better. And maybe he should feel bad about discussing the consumption of humans like this, but... After what he's suffered at the hands of humans, frankly it's nice venting about them a little. Even if in a morbid fashion such as this. ]
Well, there's a few humans here who probably wouldn't be missed if you start feeling peckish. If you observe the network much, I'm sure you already know who. [ This is probably a joke. But this is also Trench and he's willing to bet Johnny Lawrence ends up eaten repeatedly, by a wide variety of creatures. He's pretty sure Maul's already killed the man once, even.
K notices that shift at the demonstration of his abilities, but he isn't sure what to make of it. Bad experience with lightning, maybe? ]
I'm good at the heavy lifting. [ For perhaps obvious reasons, and there's really no shortage of work that requires non-magic, brute strength. ] And carpentry, renovations, anything related to technology... [ He tilts his head. ] You ever need help with those sorts of things, let me know. [ Pause. ] Vileblood. I think that's more rare. What kind of enhancements does it grant?
[ Hmmm. And on the subject of potentially helping. ] I've noticed you almost never use the text option on the network. Why's that? [ Given what he knows about Savage's upbringing and culture so far, he's wondering if literacy may have taken a backseat to combat training. ]
[Savage made a noise in his throat. It had been something of a time before someone aside from his brother had suggested that he used his carnivorous needs against specific people. No name drops specifically, but he could guess a few and he hadn't actually eaten a Sleeper. He should.]
If you have specific individuals on your list of people to be killed and eaten, I'd be willing to hear them. Humans tend to get upset when you eat them, like their flesh is more sacred than that of an enemy or non-verbal beast.
[He was also good at heavy lifting, but he had invested very little time to using it as an occupation. He expected that K's android physiology allowed that to be paramount, and there would never be a storage of need in that.] So you're a mover and a builder then. That's useful, especially in a place like this that probably needs improvements all the time. [He didn't offer to assist despite the fact he could and do it well.]
My blood enhances physical attributes if breathed and bulk out for awhile. [A direct connection to his past where the Nightsister's magic had enhanced him to be what he was now.
Yet, at the mention of his lack of using text, his tone turned cold. He was used to people considering him a dumb brute, muscle for his much more learned, smarter older brother.] Talking is faster. [And writing was so much slower for him and he didn't like voice-to-text options because it required a lot of proof-reading.]
Humans thinking they're the pinnacle of existence seems to be a universal trait. [ K agrees. ] According to their own biological classification system, they're just animals, too. They do tend to forget that. [ He hums in amusement at the suggestion of a list. ] Sounds like you're asking for a menu. I don't suppose you're familiar with the story of Sweeney Todd?
[ That Savage doesn't reciprocate the offer of help doesn't bother him; he hadn't really expected anything else. It's enough that his own friendly overture wasn't rebuffed.
So Savage's Vileblood acts as... magical blood steroids, essentially. It's one of the more interesting power manifestations that he's heard of so far. ]
Are you able to benefit from your own blood, or only others can?
[ The abrupt coldness doesn't go unnoticed, and it makes him choose his words a little more delicately than he would've otherwise. ] Just wondered. I used to teach this kind of stuff, back in Deerington. Computer science, network communication— reading and writing, too, sometimes. Whatever students needed.
[ Not all of whom had been children. He'd put the idea out there, that was probably enough. If his help isn't wanted or needed, he isn't going to press the matter. ]
[Savage snorted. All species had their arrogance, but humans did seem to take the whole carcass for it.] We are all just animals. Some of us were even manufactured by races long ago. [He paused for a moment to consider if he had ever heard the name before. It sounded like something from his galaxy after all.] No. Tell me?
[His blood was far more passive than much of the other effects that he had seen. He didn't use it much, mostly because he wasn't fighting with anyone that needed the boost. It came with flaws and pain, but that was overlooked for the benefits. Not that he was aware of it.]
No, my benefits came long ago. [Not that long.] But it affects anyone that breathes it.
[He growled but also regained a measure of calm when the subject wasn't pushed. He was learning to read and write better with practice, and he was technically learning a whole new language as the one here wasn't galactic basic which he had a working knowledge of. Willow looked out for him and encouraged him to read and practice his writing.]
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Voice; un: ...
He just hadn't thought that they would speak again except potentially running into one another on another one of Trench's adventures. It reminded him a little of Dirk randomly contacting him, though he didn't have the same very odd, very flirty and very obscene conversation topics with K.
He could reply in text, but it would take him awhile. His reading was better than his writing these days, and it would just take more time than necessary.]
Of course. A few broken bones could hardly stop me. Were you injured in the catacombs? That place was a tight squeeze in places. [There had also been cursed gold and that had been extremely disappointing to find out.]
→ [video]
I was fine. [ Mostly. ] Helped a few other people I ran into. There was this massive fire, a huge pit, a puzzle room that filled with blood... [ He shakes his head as he trails off. It was definitely a Time and he still isn't sure what purpose most of the challenges really served. Testing how perceptive or gullible Sleepers are? ]
It could definitely be a tight fit with those narrow passageways. Wouldn't be surprised if that's what got some people. [ Such as seven foot tall Zabraks, possibly. He glances up at the Omni screen. ] How'd you do down there?
[Voice]
Yes. Plenty of hallways and a lake of black glass and a room full of treasures. [He liked the room of treasures, probably too much. It had landed him in trouble, but honestly having a touch of gold hadn't seemed that terrible at first. Then a nightmare.] I found an illusion of exit that turned into flesh eating fungus. People are reckless in that one.
[Some portions of the cave were quite claustrophobic.] I saved a bunch of humans from themselves. Mostly new people to Trench.
(no subject)
Sounds like you've been practising some altruism yourself. [ Which isn't as surprising as it probably should be. K does tend to see the good in those who struggle to see it in themselves. ] Saving humans from themselves. If that doesn't sum up the Trench experience.
[ As well as the Deerington experience. Not that it sounds like he minds. A few of those humans are counted among his good friends, and he likes to think they'd do the same for him if he ever needs the help. Martin Blackwood in particular had always come through for him, no matter the circumstances... truly a shame the man had chosen to return to his doomed homeworld. K still misses him. ]
The room full of treasure, I didn't see that one. [ The treasure wouldn't have had much of an effect on him, so it could be that he bypassed it completely unaware... ] What sort of trap was that?
(no subject)
[Savage had no issue killing humans as much as he cared little about saving them. He simply knew that living in a primarily human society meant that he couldn't just walk around kicking them off buildings or being too rough with them on a daily basis. He didn't need another bounty on his head and this place was uppity enough about his brother's behaviour.]
There was an overwhelming urge to take it, but it bestowed the curse that everything touched would turn to gold. Credits don't have much value here, but the gold was annoying too. [He had completely been enraptured by the treasure, and he hadn't resisted touching it. He'd survived the experience at least.]
Blood seems to be the currency of most value anyway. Did they give you a blood type in this place?
(no subject)
Can't imagine eating them. Who knows where they've been? [ Because that is clearly the biggest concern when it comes to eating humans, the risk of disease. But, to be fair, it isn't as though it would be cannibalism for either of them. That sort of shifts the moral aspects.
Sometimes Savage's bluntness is... weirdly charming and kind of hilarious. K relates to it. It's also refreshing to not always have to wonder if someone is saying one thing while actually meaning something else — the head games some people here like to play can get tiring. ]
Blood, trade, and labour. The latter two are how I get by. [ Because he has already had enough of his blood spilled for humans while being treated like a commodity. ] Too bad about the gold, though. I think it could have some limited uses here.
I'm a Coldblood — the one with elemental abilities. [ Which he demonstrates by lifting a hand into view of the screen, diminutive crackling arcs of lightning passing between his fingers. It's a level of control he's only been able to achieve thanks to John Constantine mentoring him. ] What about you?
(no subject)
I already expect they've been in, around and beside others and are soiled in some way. A quick wash should make them edible or just don't think about it.
[He had no time for games; it hadn't been how he was raised, and the biggest secret he had kept was his Force sensitivities when he was young and Feral to take care of. His clan was rather... direct on almost all subjects. Life was too short for mind games.]
I work in all three. What is it you do for labour and trade? [This city had a wide arrangement of needs after all, and he didn't know enough about K to be certain which direction the non-human would go in.] It was a shame it was a curse. Gold makes some of the best credits.
[So the android had a blood type just like everyone else. Though there was a slight shift of unease at the sight of lightning, like K had changed to being distinctly more dangerous to him.] Vileblood. My blood enhances those that breathe it in.
(no subject)
Well, there's a few humans here who probably wouldn't be missed if you start feeling peckish. If you observe the network much, I'm sure you already know who. [ This is probably a joke. But this is also Trench and he's willing to bet Johnny Lawrence ends up eaten repeatedly, by a wide variety of creatures. He's pretty sure Maul's already killed the man once, even.
K notices that shift at the demonstration of his abilities, but he isn't sure what to make of it. Bad experience with lightning, maybe? ]
I'm good at the heavy lifting. [ For perhaps obvious reasons, and there's really no shortage of work that requires non-magic, brute strength. ] And carpentry, renovations, anything related to technology... [ He tilts his head. ] You ever need help with those sorts of things, let me know. [ Pause. ] Vileblood. I think that's more rare. What kind of enhancements does it grant?
[ Hmmm. And on the subject of potentially helping. ] I've noticed you almost never use the text option on the network. Why's that? [ Given what he knows about Savage's upbringing and culture so far, he's wondering if literacy may have taken a backseat to combat training. ]
(no subject)
If you have specific individuals on your list of people to be killed and eaten, I'd be willing to hear them. Humans tend to get upset when you eat them, like their flesh is more sacred than that of an enemy or non-verbal beast.
[He was also good at heavy lifting, but he had invested very little time to using it as an occupation. He expected that K's android physiology allowed that to be paramount, and there would never be a storage of need in that.] So you're a mover and a builder then. That's useful, especially in a place like this that probably needs improvements all the time. [He didn't offer to assist despite the fact he could and do it well.]
My blood enhances physical attributes if breathed and bulk out for awhile. [A direct connection to his past where the Nightsister's magic had enhanced him to be what he was now.
Yet, at the mention of his lack of using text, his tone turned cold. He was used to people considering him a dumb brute, muscle for his much more learned, smarter older brother.] Talking is faster. [And writing was so much slower for him and he didn't like voice-to-text options because it required a lot of proof-reading.]
(no subject)
[ That Savage doesn't reciprocate the offer of help doesn't bother him; he hadn't really expected anything else. It's enough that his own friendly overture wasn't rebuffed.
So Savage's Vileblood acts as... magical blood steroids, essentially. It's one of the more interesting power manifestations that he's heard of so far. ]
Are you able to benefit from your own blood, or only others can?
[ The abrupt coldness doesn't go unnoticed, and it makes him choose his words a little more delicately than he would've otherwise. ] Just wondered. I used to teach this kind of stuff, back in Deerington. Computer science, network communication— reading and writing, too, sometimes. Whatever students needed.
[ Not all of whom had been children. He'd put the idea out there, that was probably enough. If his help isn't wanted or needed, he isn't going to press the matter. ]
(no subject)
[His blood was far more passive than much of the other effects that he had seen. He didn't use it much, mostly because he wasn't fighting with anyone that needed the boost. It came with flaws and pain, but that was overlooked for the benefits. Not that he was aware of it.]
No, my benefits came long ago. [Not that long.] But it affects anyone that breathes it.
[He growled but also regained a measure of calm when the subject wasn't pushed. He was learning to read and write better with practice, and he was technically learning a whole new language as the one here wasn't galactic basic which he had a working knowledge of. Willow looked out for him and encouraged him to read and practice his writing.]
And you don't teach such things here?