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[untiltheend]

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[untiltheend]

Just a moment, then.

[Sebastian goes to Ciel - they're never far apart - and shows him this conversation.]

[thespareone]

[He sees this exchange and sighs deeply, why are adults so weird sometimes?]

So it seems telling her she's being absurd is out of the question. [Bah. It'd be so much easier.]

I don't mind ordering you to make a mess, but I don't want that to cause them to limit your daily time as my servant even more. [Priorities.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah, already tried that.

Mmn. How good are you at acting?

[thespareone]

[Has to laugh a little. Oh, if anyone knew how much of his life involved acting.]

Pretty decent, I guess. What did you have in mind?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I'm not sure. Normally I'd say we could make it look like you got injured - that would bring Aerith out for certain - but that would also risk making Sebastian look incompetent.

Do you have anyone on board you don't like?

[thespareone]

Since you're the one asking, you're the one who should get hurt for this. We can say I was practising with my knives. She didn't seem to like them much.

[atowncalledtreffy]

That works. Sebastian may need to head off Collins, but I'm not positive. He might just say I deserve it for fucking around.

[thespareone]

Good. You can even pick the knife.

[atowncalledtreffy]

That works.

I have a coin that'll prevent me from bleeding out. Debating if I should nix it for now.

[thespareone]

I suppose it depends on how dramatic you want to be.

[atowncalledtreffy]

It's been a while since I truly felt like my life was in danger. How good are you with those knives of yours?

[thespareone]

I'm meant to be practising with them. [Perfect timing!]

[atowncalledtreffy]

All right. Let's pick a time and stab me.

[thespareone]

It should be somewhere she can see it, or else there's not much point to it.

[atowncalledtreffy]

The greenhouse where she works. Bonus if you can get me to bleed into one of the ponds, fuck up the filter.

[thespareone]

Sure. I should be practising my aim, in any case.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Are you practicing with throwing knives or knives that stab into you?

[thespareone]

The second. I don't think I have the strength needed for throwing knives.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Actually you might be surprised. You've got a shorter arm than I do, so they're advantageous in an actual fight where your opponent's stronger. I use them all the time against vampires to make them go in the direction I want.

Remind me next port to look for or make shurikens for you. I think they might be a good destructive alternative to trying to stab an opponent with a longer reach.

[thespareone]

That could be useful. Sebastian usually does it with kitchen knives. [But he's ridiculous.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah, kitchen knives take a lot more practice because of how they're balanced and that you're using them to carve, not throw. Sebastian's got centuries of experience on both of us. The ones I'm talking about have a much easier ramp-up skill level.

[thespareone]

He always cheats. [But that works out for him.] I can try different ones.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Perfect.

In the meantime, we'll go over to the greenhouse when she's working. Try not to aim for my face, I don't like knives in my eyes.

[thespareone]

There's no need to be so messy. The middle-area of the body will do.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Not to mention, easier to hit.