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"Again, I told you. Cassidy was the hotter of the two girls in that show." Adam chirps out. "Her cowboy outfit, her lasso skills, she clearly deserved to win the main character's attention."
"WRONG. D-D-DIPSHIT. It Ww-wAs. CaTHErine." Benedict grinds his teeth between every word. "A W-W-WOMAN sHOULD BE MODest. DAINTY. PERFECT! NoT Some HALF ASSED MAN!"
[SCHOLAR OF THE CITY] Terrifying Tales of Wandering Wastes was a 2240 animated show created by R, A, and T-Corp. It was the first showed that starred Vanessa Vanni as a voice actress-
[UNSTABLE] OH MY FUCKING GOD THESE TWO ARE PATHETIC.
Ashley stops talking to Lex about something and looks over in Benedict's direction. She glances down at her punk outfit before glaring daggers at Benedict. "FUCK YOU!"
"NoT. My TyPE." Benedict forces a smile across his face. Before Ashley can rush over at him to bash his head in with a bat, you step in between the two with your hands raised up.
"HEY SO HOW ABOUT WE TRY HELPING THE CREW YEAH." You start gesturing at your allies to follow you. After some muttering and glares shared between various members of your party, they decide to join you. <span class="mu-g">Benedict and Adam follow you with wide, stupid smiles as they chatter to each other.</span>
>BENEDICT HEALS 1 RESTRAINT! 5/6 LEFT!
>ADAM NEGATES THE NEXT SOURCE OF RESTRAINT DAMAGE HE TAKES!
You put your camera away after seeing this. Good. A nice change of pace after the mindfuck that was the flotsam. As for helping out the crew, it's going to suck that you're going to have to help the old fashioned way. As easy as it would be to use your telekinesis, you DO want your frame to not be stuck as 'stick thin, wiry girl'. Especially in your line of work. Time to get WORKING.
Lex and Ashley rush over to a handful of crewmates who are struggling to move things out of and into cargo storage.
Adam splits from the group to help resolve a nasty brawl that two grizzled sailors are having with each other.
You and Benedict, however? The two of you approach a trio of sailors who are desperately trying to reel in something they harpooned. The hunk of rope all three of them are clinging onto is starting to fray. Fuck, the hell are they trying to catch. Benedict is the first one to approach them with a jerky, sloppy wave.
"WHAT APPEARS. TO. ISSUE?"
The youngest sailor narrows his eyes at the fucked up chef. "Trying to get a last meal before we see that god damn Admiral. Saw a real big, juicy shark."
The middle sailor hisses at the younger sailor. "SHUT UP! KEEP. FUCKING. PULLING!"
The oldest sailor looks like he's about to give up any second now. "It's not worth it. Clearly from the Wastes. Too strong for us."
"WE SHALL. HELP. COME OVER. NICOLE." Benedict wraps his hand around the rope. Welp. You don't really got a choice. You wrap your hand around and brace your legs before you start pulling with the sailors and Benedict. Your hands are already starting to burn from the struggle but you cling on for deer (heh) life.
