Ted's IC Inbox

[youfool]

These are necessary, I discovered! Any private message to Ted's communicator will go here, if you please, so I may treasure it forever.

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[youfool]

Hah, what, we're to serve as his surrogate conscience?

[Granted, they do that, again, for Sync, but his circumstances were unique. His eyes drift to the side, thinking.]

...Everglade's atmosphere wouldn't do much to edify Django, I'm afraid, whatever we intended. He is visiting a gentler, older mage of the skeletal persuasion. Elias can probably take that trouble.

[om_nom_namur]

Hell naw I ain't bein' nobody's conscience. Ain't y' ever heard 'em say keep yer friends close an' yer enemies closer? Dumbass starts pullin' shit we'll be the first t' know an' the quickest t' deal with it. Know how I feel 'bout slavers. Don't think for a second I'mma let that shit fly if I coulda done somethin' t' stop it.

[He chuckles a little.]

'Sides. The hell y' think happens t' a person that breaks a promise they made t' a pirate?

[youfool]

[Ted turns a little dolorous. Granted, Namur would make a very poor conscience, but no desire whatsoever? On top of that, it seemed like he wanted to make enemies out of necromancers, i.e. the most dangerous, torturous kind one could . Ted was hoping he'd keep that unenviable position all to himself, without anyone--particularly his friends--taking the heat.

Thankfully the subject of pirate honor comes up, allowing him a much-needed comedic break for the oxymoron.]

Hmmff, I don't know; walking the plank? In literature they're not exactly the oath-keeping type, what with their fondness for marooning.

He's not an enemy yet, Namur. If you're not interested in steering him on a better path, I'd rather leave him in the hands of one keener.

[om_nom_namur]

Get the whole damn crew on yer ass. Why the hell y' think folk wind up gettin' keelhauled in the first place?

A'ight, well. Fails the road test, he's out. Leave the objectives up t' y'.

[He winks.]

[youfool]

I'll be sure to think of tough, but fair criterion.

[aka stacking the deck so very, very hard]