[ He tips his head back. So she's an intermediary, or at least claims to be one. Perhaps not a thief herself, but someone who makes a point of knowing interesting people. Good. ]
And are you planning on continuing that work here?
[ If she is, then it's worth the risk of staying in proximity to her. Sharkface needs to replace his gear and knows very well he won't be managing that alone. He needs friends, or at least people who find him useful enough to keep around. It's part of the game. That means he can't be a threat to her - or at least not too much of one.
Unbidden, his fingers get the pins and needle feeling where he's holding the glass. Ink blooms out over the surface, spiraling into patterns. Drawing skulls, eyes, eyes in skulls. His power. Such as it is. The designs are sharp and blocky, full of angles. Distinctive. And clearly his style, to anyone who knows his artwork.
Sharkface puts the glass down hard, hating it. Of all the things this place has done to him, this is one of the more insidious. This gift feels mocking; it's utterly useless. He can't use it to fight and it keeps flaring up whenever he puts his hands flat against something and starts thinking too hard.
Foolish. And Vandii's certainly seen. She's too smart to have missed it, or the way he's gone still and tense. So fucking stupid. ]
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And are you planning on continuing that work here?
[ If she is, then it's worth the risk of staying in proximity to her. Sharkface needs to replace his gear and knows very well he won't be managing that alone. He needs friends, or at least people who find him useful enough to keep around. It's part of the game. That means he can't be a threat to her - or at least not too much of one.
Unbidden, his fingers get the pins and needle feeling where he's holding the glass. Ink blooms out over the surface, spiraling into patterns. Drawing skulls, eyes, eyes in skulls. His power. Such as it is. The designs are sharp and blocky, full of angles. Distinctive. And clearly his style, to anyone who knows his artwork.
Sharkface puts the glass down hard, hating it. Of all the things this place has done to him, this is one of the more insidious. This gift feels mocking; it's utterly useless. He can't use it to fight and it keeps flaring up whenever he puts his hands flat against something and starts thinking too hard.
Foolish. And Vandii's certainly seen. She's too smart to have missed it, or the way he's gone still and tense. So fucking stupid. ]