souvlaki week one

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[jackhole]

Oh, please. There are much more obvious people on this ship -- this guy is somewhere in the middle. It's good to have some nuance.

[ shut up!! stop shaming not-jack-parasite for picking rhys ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Well, there's probably some use to get out of him, you're right about that. Just try not to get targeted by some kind of hero-type.

[. . . says parasite who picked the hero type]

[jackhole]

[ a dismissive handwave here ]

You have to admit, his friends are the most likely to be of use to us. The one with the mask? Did you see that guy? Come on.

[ but also... great meowstermind, he has to ask -- ]

Are you sure you're not an obvious target?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I've seen them. Do you think you can use them without tipping your hand? They didn't seem too fond of him.

[and he smirks at that]

The costume's not just for show, you know. This body can kill with just one touch. And if they come after him, well... That's just self-defense, isn't it?

[jackhole]

[ a shake of his head and he taps his forehead ]

No, no. I went through his memories. They'd... do anything for him, possibly even die for him. Though the mask one tried to kill him once. Jack? He lied about it so Jack wouldn't try to kill him again here.

[ he shrugs ]

Potential.

[ but still kind of frowning at their oh glorious leader ]

... Try not to let it come to that, Adrien.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Hmm. That's interesting. So Elizabeth's the only one without that kind of connection, then.

[awww, is that concern?]

Don't worry about me. It's just a precaution. Half the people here love him already. He's adorable, isn't he? Though he goes by "Chat Noir" like this. It's his "secret identity"! I thought it was apt.

[he has a lousy sense of humor]

[jackhole]

[ who wants to bet our great leader has done this before and this parasite has long suffered their way through it? probably.

he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. right, okay. ]

I'm not calling you Chat Noir. I barely want to call you Adrien.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Aw, c'mon. Try to have a little fun with it. Isn't that why you picked Rhys?

[for the hilarity??]

[jackhole]

[ probably. maybe.

the most disgruntled sulk though. ]

I... really wanted to see what robot parts were like.

[ and then a short pause but -- ]

Didn't expect to feel so annoyed all the time though. I think it's him.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

...Fair enough. But you're controlling them, right?

Annoyed suits you. I'm kind of jealous-- mine's all... gooey and soft.

[the only way to explain adrien]

[jackhole]

[ icily: ]

I noticed.

[ seriously within like two seconds, BOSS COME ON. ]

You picked him though and now you have to live with it. Had forty other choices to go through and you picked this guy.

[ seriously though why is rhys so annoyed 24/7 this is tiresome ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Sure, but you know how it is with these pure heroic types. Only the most horrible, cynical of people would ever accuse them of murder, and no one really listens to those.

[jackhole]

Oh, [ snapping his fingers. ] hey! That means me. If I accuse you of murder in a trial, no one would listen, would they?

[ ahhhh he's delighted ]

This is great, we've really balanced this out well.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

This is one of our better pull, I've got to say. Everyone's already heard yours throw wild accusations, and he'll be the first to point the finger... So no one will believe it.