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voice; backdating this preplot and take your time with tagging i know you're busy!!!

[humanistic]

I want to talk to you.

[Just that. No polite greeting or anything, sorry.]

voice; thanks bee!!

[17thcenturyboy]

Good day, Mr. Mitchell. [ however, adam is sickeningly polite, even mildly cheerful sounding. ]

[humanistic]

[Politeness and cheer: that somehow makes this all the fucking worse.]

Yeah, so--tell me more about your sword, mate. Is it really yours?

[17thcenturyboy]

It didn't start out that way, I suppose. But that was 400 plus years ago.

[humanistic]

And was Peter around 400 years ago, or does he just want to hold onto the sword because he fucking can.

[17thcenturyboy]

I rather suspect it's the latter.

[humanistic]

You suspect he's not four hundred years old, or you know? C'mon, mate. Give me something real here, 'cause I found him, and his sword, and it turns out he's an electrocution waiting to happen. And I'm about done with surprises.

[17thcenturyboy]

He wasn't there.

[humanistic]

Then whose was it? And why does he care so much about holding on to it?

[Never mind that half the reason Peter cares is probably because 1) he doesn't like Adam, and 2) he doesn't appreciate people marching up to him and declaring their intent to take away a sword that's his property by matter of possession. Mitchell asks anyways, because he wants to hear what Adam's got to say about it.]

[17thcenturyboy]

Peter thinks his abilities entitle him to whatever he pleases. [ a slight sniff. ] The sword was another Samurai's, I merely -- came into its possession. By chance, you see.

[ or by getting the guy killed. same dif, right? ] But why he wants the sword is even simpler than any of that, dear sir.

He wants it because it's mine.

[humanistic]

Because it's yours. Yeah, that would have been my guess.

[Without tone, it might sound amicable enough, but it isn't. His encounter with Peter had been less than pleasant.]

Just what are these abilities, that they make him feel so entitled?

[17thcenturyboy]

It would be easier to list which ones he doesn't possess.

[humanistic]

[oh great that's awesome]

What the hell is he?

[17thcenturyboy]

The next rung in human evolution.

[humanistic]

Jesus, even your lot likes their dramatics, huh. Is he immortal?

[17thcenturyboy]

Moreso than you, surely. Than anyone on board, probably.

[ and i let you go after him. shrug!!!! ]

[humanistic]

You don't know anything about me.

[Not really. Not properly. Who the hell is more immortal than a vampire?--an angel, maybe, if you believe in that shite.]

What are you saying, exactly. That he-- can't be killed? There's got t' be something.

[17thcenturyboy]

I know you're much stronger and quicker than any average human. But you aren't one of us-- you aren't evolved.

Which could only mean you're undead.

[humanistic]

[He smiles, grimly--it's in his voice, even if it can't be seen.]

And just who gets t' decide what's evolved. What the hell does that mean?

[17thcenturyboy]

It means that our genetic code has -- mutated, in a sense. Expanded into something much more advanced.