Of course, but we're a well-oiled machine. When it comes to important things that it wouldn't be practical for us to do ourselves, we have other ways of getting them done.
[Like an extremely nationalistic and quasi-brainwashed citizenry. Or threats, if that doesn't work out.]
We wouldn't need to hire an outsider like you. And it's true, I don't have all those resources at my disposal here. But I also don't have the needs here that I do at home. The world of the Barge is much smaller.
[This is voice, right? This is probably voice. BJ mimes a 'blah blah blah' motion to himself while on the phone, then starts making a jerk-off motion with the same hand, tired of this princess' talk.]
Kid, what do you want? Your laundry done? Meals brought to you? Fucking name it.
You really are aiming low, but that's no surprise. It's not like you have any resources at your disposal, either. Now, if you'll excuse me--
[Bye! She's off to message Hange and inform her that her smelly, criminal inmate is being the worst neighbor. What a shame it would be if someone were to interrupt her as she walks down this hallway, on her way to the gym.]
[Azula is very strong and fit, but she's no match for this ghost! Probably. Her player doesn't actually know much about how strong this ghost is, but he has the supernatural at his disposal and Azula does not, so let's just say he's able to manage this. She's going to struggle like hell, though, and will absolutely be attempting to set his hair on fire.]
[This ghost has lifted 200 pounds of dead Hange weight over one shoulder and regularly dance-lifts girls around Azula's size. He is weirdly fit underneath that tummy fat.
He has healing powers, a thing for pain, and a fervent desire not to let Azula leave.
The front door is kicked shut during the struggle. He flinches in pain from the fire starting to eat at his scalp and starts to drag her over to a closet to put her in temporarily.
Said closet has like. a lot of fertilizer stuffed in it]
[She dodges easily, but unfortunately, those spikes make it pretty hard for her to advance. She's not going to stop trying to get around it, though; she moves to arc around him, trying to get behind both him and the chair.]
[Fire works as a decent light source under some circumstances, but fighting fire really doesn't; she's too busy whipping it around, not trying to hold it steady enough to see by. She almost makes it around him, but then the side of one of those spikes catches her in the ribs (at least she avoids a full-on puncture!) and she falls back into the closet. Better slam that door quick, BJ, because she recovers quickly and will be up and raring to go in just a second.]
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Well, Anastasia, it's not about what I have. It's what I can get you. You tell me what you want and I'll deliver on it.
Royal families always have dirty work they can't do. Too much time spent doing more important crap.
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[Like an extremely nationalistic and quasi-brainwashed citizenry. Or threats, if that doesn't work out.]
We wouldn't need to hire an outsider like you. And it's true, I don't have all those resources at my disposal here. But I also don't have the needs here that I do at home. The world of the Barge is much smaller.
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Kid, what do you want? Your laundry done? Meals brought to you? Fucking name it.
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[Bye! She's off to message Hange and inform her that her smelly, criminal inmate is being the worst neighbor. What a shame it would be if someone were to interrupt her as she walks down this hallway, on her way to the gym.]
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He opens it in front of her and without hesitation scoops her up in his arms to carry her back into his cabin]
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He has healing powers, a thing for pain, and a fervent desire not to let Azula leave.
The front door is kicked shut during the struggle. He flinches in pain from the fire starting to eat at his scalp and starts to drag her over to a closet to put her in temporarily.
Said closet has like. a lot of fertilizer stuffed in it]
I wanted to do this the easy way!
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[She seethes, aiming a sharp elbow at his stomach.]
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You don't even know what 'this' is!
[He snatches up a chair and uses it to fend Azula back like she's an angry tiger. The chair has spikes all over it]
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[She dodges easily, but unfortunately, those spikes make it pretty hard for her to advance. She's not going to stop trying to get around it, though; she moves to arc around him, trying to get behind both him and the chair.]
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Lights!
[All the lights in his cabin go out. He uses the chair to try driving Azula into a closet inexplicably filled with two ten-pound bags of fertilizer]
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