acquisitions channel; s2:d3

[atouts]

[ Considering it's meant to be a "training" week to help break in the newer recruits, Childermass will, at last, use the acquisitions channel for... well, anything at all. The past few stops didn't call much for thievery and he actually isn't sure the next one will, either, but it's time to take stock of who he has.

So, at a much, much too early time in the morning, all thieves and singular conman will be getting the ever so chipper (which is to say, not at all chipper and instead entirely deadpan) message of, ]

I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday, but now that it's over-- [ In case they needed to be reminded. ] Who do we still have? Sound off. Name, role, and if you would please include some background, I would very much appreciate it.

If nothing else, you should all at least know who each other are.

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[hurtcomfort]

[ there's the world's longest pause and the sound of someone fumbling with the walkie-talkie before, ]

I'm here. [ pause ] It's Cole.

[ that's it, that's all he's saying. Somebody still doesn't really like the radios. ]

[atouts]

It's Cole and...?

[ Come on, Cole. He's expecting more than that. ]

[hurtcomfort]

It's just Cole.

[ And what? There's nobody else here. Well, there's Zan but he can respond by himself and Kaguya but she's a cat. ]

[atouts]

[ Yes, it's just Cole. Great. ]

Tell everyone else your role on this team and why you'll be useful at it, Cole.

[hurtcomfort]

Can't I do it in person? [ he grumbles. ] I don't like these. Separated by sound, everything's cut off. Blinded and bare. I can find everybody, I'll tell them then.

[atouts]

No, Cole. You will practice using the radios and tell them all now.

[prazerbutterfly]

What the boss meant to say was 'Good day. How is everyone? I missed all of you. Hope you had a good holi-' [But he can't take himself seriously with that deadpan tone as there is a short and breathless laughter.

And because he doesn't want to peel any more potatoes so he responds seriously.]

I'm still here. Tyki Mikk, as your conman. Victorian Noble, Lord of the Court, from the year 18xx. I was born into a wealthy family, then adopted into a more prominent one with a high station as I grew older. As the result of having to earn my keep I am able to multitask both in the social extremes and physical if need be and I can handle multiple errands at once in a very short and limited time. I didn't have much of an education and while I have learned how to handle money that is the extent of my mathematical knowledge.

Versatile in hand to hand combat and long range. My power allows me to venture into areas most can't in a moments notice unless a fae is involved because they are all cheaters. [He mutters that last bit and doesn't put too much explanation into his power because really only Childermass needed to know the details.] I could likely lift every single one of you at once.

[Dear god, someone stop him. He's not going to stop talking.]

[moonfang]

Tyki.

I'm only gonna say this once.


Shut the ever lovin' fuck up. No one cares.

[prazerbutterfly]

Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I ruining your delicate beauty sleep? I'm just following orders~

[Normally he doesn't mind getting up early if Childermass wants it but for something like this where he has to pay attention and not task orientated? Yeah, no. He's cranky. SUFFER WITH HIM.]

[moonfang]

Yes. You are. And if you don't shut yer yap, I'm gonna put you in worm jail. Go back to sleep.

[prazerbutterfly]

Oh, I didn't know you were so eager for a rematch already. I was distracted last time. There isn't any way I'll allow that to happen again. Maybe I'll just talk longer.

[moonfang]

Ugggggggghh. [to make good on his threat, he'd have to get out of bed. And also out of his trailer. And go to Tyki's trailer. That's a lot of "going"]

You're lucky the sun isn't up. So lucky.

[atouts]

Hm. Should have figured you'd be nobility... [ That explains some things. ] Though I would suggest saving lifting people for your circus act. Thank you, however, for actually introducing yourself.

[ LOOKING AT COLE AND ZANGETSU only not really, since this is a radio conversation. ]

[prazerbutterfly]

Lord Tyki Mikk, at your service, boss. [Except it is too early and he's going to give him shit for it.]

Though since you are Acquisitions, shouldn't you be introducing yourself with a little background as well~? It's only fair.

[atouts]

I'm not terribly interested in being fair, Mr. Mikk.

[ He isn't about to start calling Tyki a lord, thanks. ]

I thought you would have learned that already. What I will tell you is you can expect to be out filling supply orders during our next location should it prove to be a civilized world. If not, you will only have to mind whatever it is the stage manager expects of you.

[prazerbutterfly]

I know. I know. You can't blame me for trying, boss.

[He's just being fancy. In all honestly, in the carnival anyways, he's not expecting anyone to call him that. He didn't even expect that from his servants at home.]

I know just how cold your heart is. I haven't forgotten. We're all here to do a job. So I'll just say 'yes sir' and go back to bed. Is that all?

[moonfang]

[it's so early. WHY IS IT SO EARLY. Oh god. If he had only heard Childermass' wonderful voice through one radio, he might be able to ignore it.

But Cole is there too. Zangetsu gets a double dose of Childermass]

Uuurrgggggggbbbbb........ what fuckin' time is it....

[there's a weird gurgling sound while he scrubs his face with his hand, rubbing his mouth and nose]

Zangetsu. Here. Going the fuck back to sleep.

semi-action?

[hurtcomfort]

[ Cole rooms with Zangetsu! Cole doesn't have to talk on the radio in order to answer Zan's question! This is a win/win situation, as he just leans over to look at Zangetsu. ]

It's early. [ no shit. ] The sun isn't shining. [ And Zan's tired. So, awkwardly, Cole reaches up to his bunk and offers Zangetsu his pillow.

He doesn't really sleep to begin with. The hollow could make better use of the pillow than the spirit. ]

SEMI-ACTION. A radio is on so people can definitely hear this

[moonfang]

Oh my gaaaawwwdddd the sun isn't even UP YET. [The winged cat (named Kaguya, of course) now sharing their living space and sleeping at the end of the bed wakes up enough to meow in protest of the noise. Zangetsu happily grabs the pillow being offered and flops face-first onto his own, then covers his head up with Cole's] I hate him. I hate them aaaaaaaalll.

[hurtcomfort]

[ Cole makes a little 'hmm' of approval. He knows Zangetsu really doesn't hate them, but these things happen when one's tired. Cole's been on way too many fun fantasy canon explore the Hinterlands camping trips to know that tired people = grumpy people. ]

He might try to make me talk. [ which, ew. ] I'll be outside.

[ Because Zangetsu is trying to sleep and Cole is being considerate and not talking where his sleepy trailermate has to hear him. ]

[moonfang]

[so grumpy. The grumpiest. He is, after all, pretty much a teenage boy. Even if he is also a sword and also a monster.

He offers an affirmative but muffled "Hnnngggh"-type noise and a half-hearted thumbs up from his open hand. Kaguya, meanwhile, walks up the bed and sits on the pillow Zangetsu has over his head and purrs.

Helping]

[atouts]

[ Yeah, he can definitely hear the rest of that. ]

An early rise isn't going to kill you, Zangetsu. You've had more than enough days off to sleep in.

[moonfang]

[after Cole goes outside to take his part of the radio calls, Zangetsu puts his radio into his little pillow sandwich]

The sun. Isn't. Up. Childermass.

[atouts]

But it will be rising soon and that's close enough. Now get on with it, you heard what I asked of everyone.

[moonfang]

Fuckin. Shit. Kaguya, get off my head.

[shuffling sounds as he rearranges his pillows and a little irritated trilling noise from his syrax]

Zangetsu. Sword spirit, soul eater, and literal actual ghost. Makes stealin' shit easy as pie. Kurosaki Ichigo is my wielder and partner. He doesn't like that I steal stuff but that's too damn bad. I don't wake up before sunrise as a general rule.