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RE: there's coke in the midas touch - Vesper - 04-17-2025
Vesper flicks his fingers once through the air, shadows curling and recoiling like a whip before dissolving back into stillness. He lifts his hand away from the gash on his ribs, the blood already clotting, the pain sharp but manageable—nothing he wouldn’t shrug off with flair. His grin widens as he catches Jack’s crew not watching from the Ark’s railings, their heads ducking and scattering in that suspiciously casual way that only meant definitely caught.
[say]"Yeah, I’ll take the ride,"[/say] he says, nodding as he steps down from the bone spur with the casual grace of someone already used to hiding discomfort behind posture. [say]"Figure I’ll drop in on Safrin. See if she feels like handin’ out upgrades."[/say] His shadows stretch just slightly in agreement, snaking across the sun-bleached ribs of the island.
Then, almost offhandedly, he adds, [say]"Might ask what the hell the point of the new sibling is while I’m at it."[/say] His gaze slants toward Jack with a glint of dry amusement. Without waiting for a response, Vesper starts toward the rope, boots crunching on bone and red-slick sand.
~FIN