[Video is the only setting Charles has sort of managed to master on the device, and so it's what he uses. His face - dirt-streaked and a little bloody - appears on screen, and he brings up a bottle of pills up, showing it to the network. A predatory smirk appears on his face as he does so.
He hasn't even tried to read what it is - he knows it's medication of some kind, but nothing he would use himself.]
I'm sure someone out here cares for this? [His voice rumbles as he speaks, echoing a little in the ice caves.] Now, what I'm curious about, is what you'll give me for them. I really don't mind who it goes to, either. Consider it...an auction.
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Four
[Dragging the body to the house had been a chore - Charles half-carried it with his travel companion keeping the door open, pulling in the body along with way too much snow.
Charles couldn't remember if he'd ever seen snow before Norfinbury. He misses sand, he misses sunshine baking his skin, dry heat burning up his lungs. He misses it all so much.
Especially now, when he's worked up a sweat carrying someone inside for safety, only to realise - they were long gone. When he pushed the blanket off, the lips were blue, parted, the skin greying and waxy where it wasn't frozen already. He let out a grunt.]
Charles Vane | Black Sails
[Video is the only setting Charles has sort of managed to master on the device, and so it's what he uses. His face - dirt-streaked and a little bloody - appears on screen, and he brings up a bottle of pills up, showing it to the network. A predatory smirk appears on his face as he does so.
He hasn't even tried to read what it is - he knows it's medication of some kind, but nothing he would use himself.]
I'm sure someone out here cares for this? [His voice rumbles as he speaks, echoing a little in the ice caves.] Now, what I'm curious about, is what you'll give me for them. I really don't mind who it goes to, either. Consider it...an auction.
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Four
[Dragging the body to the house had been a chore - Charles half-carried it with his travel companion keeping the door open, pulling in the body along with way too much snow.
Charles couldn't remember if he'd ever seen snow before Norfinbury. He misses sand, he misses sunshine baking his skin, dry heat burning up his lungs. He misses it all so much.
Especially now, when he's worked up a sweat carrying someone inside for safety, only to realise - they were long gone. When he pushed the blanket off, the lips were blue, parted, the skin greying and waxy where it wasn't frozen already. He let out a grunt.]
Well, that was a waste of energy.