034 VOICE LIST TWELVE + SPAM

[deadliestviper]

[Art room spam]
[Bea's almost made it to a thousand paper cranes. When worry or anger overtook her in the days since port she parked herself in the art room and began working on the origami; several sessions later, she's hit nine hundred and is still working hard. She's surrounded by her handiwork, cranes of different sizes and colors littering the table around her as she folds another piece of paper sideways.

The look on her face, however, is not one of determination or concentration. She's frowning, eyes downcast, brow furrowed as she works. The task is obviously not what's on her mind.]

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[with_my_teacup]

The orphanage or juvie both count, neither one had great architecture.

It's comfortable. Some of these hides are copies of ones I skinned and cured myself. Besides here and there, I never lived somewhere that felt so much like it belonged to me.

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[deadliestviper]

Or great anything else, I'll bet.

You took all these down yourself? [After hunting with him on the island she's not surprised, but nonetheless impressed.] No wonder you know your way around a prey animal.

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[with_my_teacup]

Took a couple years to get a collection like this, but yeah.

Back when it was me, Ben and Rhade on the dinner shift, we'd go out game hunting to blow off steam. We're just getting to the end of the venison jerky now.

You hunt much before-?

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[deadliestviper]

Shit, that must have been a party. I'd wish I went but I wouldn't have been able to keep up.

Humans, mostly. And when I trained my teacher had me hunt and haul the rice.

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[with_my_teacup]

I'm assuming not for food. [That is a joke, but a morbid one.]

You like it, manual labor?

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[deadliestviper]

Never got that desperate, thank God.

How many people really like manual labor? After awhile I got used to it. He worked me hard but I came out the better for it.

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[with_my_teacup]

There's something soothing to production. Weapons, food... simple task, important goal. You can get into that.

['You' generally.]

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[deadliestviper]

There can be. Tasks like that can be meditative instead of frustrating.

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[with_my_teacup]

[The kettle starts to boil-- Riddick moves it off the heat and waits thoughtfully until it's not so hot it will stew the leaves before he pours into the pot with the loose leaves and grains.]

I picked this stuff up last time we were on Earth. I was 'tolling at the time; needed something friendly.

[The smell that rises up does have the scent of lightly toasted rice, adding an earthy, warm undertone to the delicate green tea smell.]

You take anything in yours-?

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[deadliestviper]

[The smell is soothing and Beatrix inhales deeply, sighing in appreciation before shaking her head.] If it ain't broke.

How'd the last death toll happen? Get in a fight?

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[with_my_teacup]

Mmmm not quite. I got careless during a magical procedure, touched the wrong thing; my own damn fault, no hostiles. [He quirks an ironic look at her, because that's just embarassing for someone competent.]