[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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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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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?