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Then there is me, that is Alex. I had just ittied back from some of the starry ultra-violence, and decided a cold milk-plus would by a dobby ending to the nochy, so Your Humble Narrator slides into a booth, and soviets a cold odin.

{OOC: I'm attempting to play Alex in first person, so this very well might be bloody shambles. :D}

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"AJ has the files,"

Random says as he collapses into a seat nearby. He looks, not to put too fine a point on it, like shit. It's been a bad few days.

"Whenever you happen to be ready. She'll get in touch with you. Good?"

This is horrorshow news, brothers. I turn and say, "Horrorshow, big brother," a smile on Your Humble Narrator's litso.

That's when I really viddy him. His glazzies have baggies. He's all worn, and grahzny.

"You alright, dear brother?"

"If you could meet my dear brothers, Alex, you would not have to ask."

He runs a hand through his hair for the ninety billionth time, and manages to crack a smile.

"Any of the remaining eight or six dead."

and Your Humble Narrator just blinks at him. "Trouble with your bratties?"

"Well, Corwin died a bit ago. We think Eric, another brother, paternally at least because Dad was a whore back in the day, killed him so we're all over looking for the corpse. Good blackmail material. Eric's making a very strong bid for the throne, and a murder just might upset his chances a little. All of us want the crown for ourselves, but are more than willing to band together to avoid King Eric. Enemy of my enemy and all that."

Random rambles when he's tired.

That's a lot to pony, for little Alex.

And to be honest, brothers, I don't really know what to govoreet. "Brutal."

"Hopefully, I won't join the body count for a while, huh?"

Random laughs, thin and drawn out.

"Never wish you were royalty, love."

I smeck with him. It sounds rough, an all that cal, but I'd never want to be in his metso.

"No worries, big brother. I'm content with what you viddy."

He shrugs.

"Anyways. Met your lady fair commander yet?"

Alex smecks, real gromky. "We got to know each other, real horrorshow. I smot forward to rabbiting with her."

"I'm very glad. She's a good kid. Despite past differences."

Ah, fun times.

"I've seen part of what she can do, she's pretty horrorshow." I smile to myself, and to my big brother. "I'm still a tomtick sore from our encounter."

"Is that so?"

Random looks at him, measuringly, to see whether this means just what it sounds like or something else.

"Yeah, we scrapped for a tomtick out by the lake. She's pretty skorry, but then again, so is I."

I rub my rot, where she tolchoked me ealier. And brothers, it still hurts.

"I'll take your word for it," says Random wryly, and decides it's best not to ask.

"I noticed she looked banged up."

"Yes, brother. What did you expect from your little brother?"
And YHN winks at him, brothers, and peets his moloko.

"Nothing less, love."

He grins.

"She's something. If you hit her, you'll manage just fine."

He seems not to pony, so YHN corrects him. "I did hit her, and I kept my own in the following drat. What did you think I was govoreeting about, dear brother?"

Maybe he turned all my slovos around, inside his own rassoodock.

"It was more an affirmation than a question. 'Since you hit her' would have been more clear. I'm not in an excellent head space right now."

He shakes his head, as though to get the blood flowing.

"Ah, no worries, brother."

and now, I'm wondering about the teammate I haven't yet met. "Is Mary Anne much different?"

"Blonde. American. Sharper sense of humour, bedroom eyes."

Different. Similar and different.

I think to myself, I decide to goloss my messel. "If the dva got in a drat, who would win?"

"Depends with what. Hand to hand? Fair. AJ with a handheld. Mary Anne's crack on with a rifle or a knife. And she goes armed."

He laughs.

"Got her a bikini and a rifle both for Christmas."

YHN smecks real gromky at that. "Horrorshow," I govoreet with a wink.

I peet my moloko a tomtick more, and govoreet to my big brother, "I've never liked guns. I've used them a bit, but prefer the starry ultra-violence to point-and-kill drats."

"Mary Anne, you don't want her near you with the long one. She can get anything."

Random says nothing about himself.