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[chromosomes]

I've been thinking.

[ John's sitting against the base of a tree somewhere, idly scratching a stray mutt behind the ears with one hand while holding his device with the other. ]

Seelie, Unseelie. Order, Chaos. Can't really have one without the other, can you? But that's the whole thing the courts want: one to win over the other. And that's with the queens being sisters.

Sort of seems like it won't work either way, in the long run. Not in a way anyone wants.

[ This would have been essentially blasphemy, once upon a time; treason of the highest order. But John has had no shard for eight months, has only the memory of a gold cloak to his name now. It's the Shuck he serves and the Red Hand he fights for, this world and its people and those he cares about. ]

But maybe that's just me.

[ He shrugs, pausing just long enough for the dog to look up at him and whine. A snort and he goes back to generously bestowing ear scratches. ]

Anyway, if any of you are looking for something to do, a way to make money, and aren't afraid of hard work -- the Red Hand's hiring. We're a mercenary group but we'll take all sorts; we can find a job for you, if you've got something to bring to the table. We have no court-attached contracts, are focusing more on what the natives to this world need, so no worries there -- and I'm a shardless son of a bitch, so no worries about getting spanked or whatever your court does for having conversations with the 'wrong people'.

Leave your prejudiced bullshit at the door, though; we've got all sorts of races and believers among the ranks. If you can't handle that, I'm more than willing to throw you out on your ass.

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[chromosomes]

There's a lot of that instinct lacking around here, too.

[ well u kno ]

Not really. Dead and brought back; there's loads of us still around, from before they really started bringing shardbearers in en masse.

[fauxdysseus]

Can't imagine why. It's a remarkably useful thing to have.

[ Flint just arches an eyebrow at "dead and brought back".

in his experience, death is ... well ... a rather permanent condition. ]

Dead and brought back. Just like that.

[chromosomes]

[ Man, sometimes he wishes. ]

Shardbearers are sometimes brought back by the monarchs as their last reward. Me- well, the Shuck wanted me to work for him. Hard to do that if I'm rotting in the ground.

[fauxdysseus]

Well ... I suppose that's a useful bit of knowledge to have, should I ever find myself in a situation too tight to get out of.

[ as, you know, an option of sorts. ]

I imagine it's a one time reward, no expecting a redux in the case of ... well. A second death.

[chromosomes]

I wouldn't bet on it either way, no.

[fauxdysseus]

Mmmyes, well. Can't hurt to ask.

And in any case, well met, John Grimm. It would be most appropriate, I feel, to meet face to face at some point, for a drink at the very least.

[ and so he can pick John's brain about this Drabwurld. being a nobody kind of sucks, in Flint's honest opinion. ]

[chromosomes]

I'd be up for that. They infuse some alcohol with magic here, it's a hell of a thing.

[fauxdysseus]

Now that would be something I would definitely be interested in trying out.

[ and possibly make a trade out of it — rum worked extremely well as a sort of currency where he comes from.

something worth considering. ]

[chromosomes]

Only way I can get drunk, personally. Definitely worth it; I can point you in the direction of some good ones, if and when we go.

[fauxdysseus]

Always useful to know where a man can properly wet his beak. Or wet another's — best business deals are concluded thus, I believe.

[ all the better to take advantage of, he means. ]

[chromosomes]

It sure doesn't hurt. And if business goes bad, at least you got drinks.