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The Necromancer paired me with someone so fucking catastrophically stupid he's bringing a lance into a cave.

If my warden item starts flashing it means he's dead and I have to resurrect him.

Congratulations on your luck as always, sir. [Sebastian is an insane person who regurlarly brings nothing but kitchen utensils to fights, and even he sees why a lance isn't optimal in a cave.]

But duly noted; I shall let you know when it happens. You need not me to tell you how to do your job, of course, but [unsoliced advice incoming:] would that not be a good opportunity to teach a lesson in consequences of one's actions?

[Let the idiot stay dead for a while.]

It would except I have a sneaking suspicion I'll be demoted if I don't immediately ask for his resurrection.

Ah, that would of course be most unfortunate. [No demoting Trevor, Best and Only Reasonable Warden.] Then, please rest assured I will alert you swiftly. You trust me to be quick contact you, yes? Needless to say, I shall be.

Thanks, Sebastian.

By all means. Best of luck with your unreasonable inmate.

[ooc: And as a note, please assume that anytime Trevor contacts Sebastian about his idiot inmate requiring revival, he'll respond within five minutes unless in extreme circumstances. Handwave o/]

[ooc: heck yeah]

[and then, not a day later..]

I can't fucking believe this.

You want to come on a rescue mission with me?

I would not mind. Gathering dust is only so interesting, after all. [Sebastian the correct reaction is being concerned that someone is injured or in danger.]

Where shall I meet you?

Front of the ship, I'm just getting some stuff from the infirmary first. Shaw's headed there already.

I will be there immediately, then. [Just stuffing some extra knives into his hammer space uniform and he's off.]

God. Why couldn't I have been paired with you instead? I guess the nature of it would have made us wary of each other, but such a fucking shame.

[He says, getting his own stuff together. Infirmary first; then cave diving gear from the Admiral, then weaponry of his own.]

The Admiral works in mysterious ways, I am sure. Clearly your efforts are wasted on your ingrate of an Inmate. [Which is a roundabout way of saying "I'd like us to be paired, too ):".

But he privately agrees that them being permanently paired would likely damage things. As much as Trevor calls Sebastian 'cruel' and 'good at thinking of ways to torture people', as it is, he doesn't know half of just how terrible Sebastian is. He doubts he'd be forgiving if he did know.]

That's assuming what he does is even 'work'.

[Eeyy burns on the admiral help to lighten the mood. Trevor waits at the mouth of the cavern, a pack slung over his shoulder, for Sebastian]

[And true to his word, Sebastian is quick to arrive, in his usual uniform and carrying no visible weapons or equipment.]

Hello, sir. I presume the mission concerns your Inmate, yes?

[Trevor in contrast is looking really pissed off. Prior adventures in caves mean that he's exceptionally not thrilled to be going places where the footing is off, where there are either too few or too many escape areas, where it's damp and cold and miserable and there's no sun and his preferred weapons can catch on stupid stalagtites, all for his stupid inmate who already had a busted shoulder when he went out again.

He grunts an affirmation, holding a torch aloft. Trevor's long since stopped trying to figure out Sebastian's shit - he'll tell him if he wants to - and he knows by dint of experience that he's likely some sort of demon or fae who can handle his shit in the non-mortal way. Unlike Trevor or Dimitri or Shaw. So he doesn't have to guess at what Sebastian may or may not be carrying: unlike most of the ship, Sebastian seems to know his limits and experience.

No. He lets some of his anger pass into the void; being pissed off at Dimitri for not magically knowing what lies in this cave isn't going to get him out faster. And it's Trevor's fault for not chaining him to an infirmary bed.]

Yeah. Shaw reached me on my device about a half hour ago, says he was talking to her when there was a rock slide or a cave-in. He's hurt but it didn't sound fatal. We're going to need my dagger to find him, it tracks your permanent inmate.

Quite. [He says, producing said dagger.] I do apologise for not alerting you sooner, but since these things seem not to give any indication if the Inmate in question is in actual danger...

[Not to mention Sebastian doesn't care one whit about Dimitri. He's in a cave, so what. So has Sebastian been most of this port.

He holds out the dagger to Trevor.]

I went ahead and looked, and know where he is, but here, if you prefer to confirm for yourself.

Don't need to apologize, it's my fault. I should have locked him on the ship after he wrecked his shoulder.

[He takes the dagger just to see how the thing even works: up til now, Trevor's only had temporary assignments]

....God, is it weird to be both pissed off and grateful that this is a thing? I mean. It's damned useful to have when someone gets into trouble, but it's weird that it's only on inmates.

[he hands the dagger back to let Sebastian lead; he's faster and more sure-footed]

[Some small, small part of Sebastian feels a twinge of gratefulness as Trevor hands back the dagger. It's entirely within character of Trevor to do so, but even so, Sebastian always assumes people's natural instincts to be self-serving.]

I presume the Admiral expects Wardens to be responsible for their own actions and what risks they take, to a far greater degree than Inmates, seeing as Inmates all require a handler, according to him.

[He says as he starts walking, leading the way.]

[In a sense, it sort of is: Trevor is acknowledging Sebastian's the better party to lead them. He's always been a good strategist and sometimes that means he won't always be the best fighter in the group. He's not even the best fighter in groups of two or three but never had the ego to let it bother him: getting into pissing contests before the work was finished was something the Belmonts wouldn't stand for. As always, the work has to come first.]

One thing I don't miss: being treated like a concussed child.

Quite, [Sebastian agrees with a scoff as they walk. The dagger returns to his pocket; he knows the way without it.] Never once in my life have I been treated so condescendingly as here.

[And that's coming from someone whose master named him after said master's dog.]

[He follows Sebastian with diligence, worried about Dimitri now despite how pissed off he is]

Yeah. Sorry.

[He makes a little dismissive wave - no need to offer condolences. Dryly:]

Thank goodness we can at least be entrusted with trivial tasks like rescuing wayward imbeciles, since doing chores without supervision is out of the question.

[Says the man who trusts his fellow servants back home to protect their master, but doesn't trust them to manage chores without him supervising.]

Have you ventured into any of these caves before now?

[A light snort of laughter. God, he doesn't miss getting locked out of everything and needing to make food for half the ship]

No. I hate caves. Once I found one to sleep in, turned out to be the home of a fire drake. Can't really hide in them, everything you do echos, and there's limited exits.

And limited space to maneuver, at that. [But at least the cave walls make for good tools if you need to smash someone's head in-- I mean.]

Well, then: in case you did not know, some of these caves harbour gigantic insects, some of them hostile. I have not personally explored the cave your Inmate is in, so I know not yet what dwells in there.

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