Prisoners in Chains

[Geoffacake]

He quickly moves his metal arm in front of the bracelet, sending a few sparks flying as well as shards of shrapnel across his face, some shards getting suck in the side of his cheek. "Agh~ Damn... If you want me to work for you a bit longer id suggest that I'm in working order..." The residue of morphine drips down his face, he just tends to it by wiping it across his sleeve, along with a few blood marks from the shrapnel wounds. "Mhmm, guess i figured i wasn't going to get out without a scratch. I lost an arm to her you know, I'd thought the paint work on this would last a bit longer."

He takes the chip, only holding it by the tip, holds it up in the air, observing it like a document. "No... This... This is fine, I'll take a look into the next contract you give me, I'll possibly do it... I mostly just work with relations via criminal ties in the Buro... Things can get pretty boring." He then pockets the chip in a belt satchel, Zeal seems to be following its movements, her eyes fixated on the satchel belt. "So yes, I'll possibly be taking that future work..." He moves his hand over a communicator. "Recon teams stand by, system survey will now be coming to an end, we're leaving Liberty space." He gives a sigh before taking a few steps back. "I'd also like that you'd also have that friend of yours I met a while back a favor. She seemed to have a connection to those one a higher level. I'd suggest she ask a her compatriots to leave me alone." He takes a moment to turn around, walking towards Zeal, taking her hand. "I don't mind working for them, i just don't think its fair to help those who are also trying to remove me. It just seems a bit odd... Vergil!" The airlock doors seals, yet to be detached. "But i don't mind working for you in the line of fire, its just that things will be a lot easier for me." His voice comes though the communicator from the other side of his airlock door. "I'll be waiting on the next contract."

He takes a walk through the corridors of the ship, taking the elevator back to his quarters. He instantly launches himself on the couch. "Ughaa~ That was a bit rubbish." Zeal picks up a medical box from the kitchen, taking it over to where he's sitting. "In what way?" She unpacks a pair of tweezers, a bottle of sanitizer and a cloth. "Well... It didn't result in me getting the crap end of the stick, which is good... But, its too bad we got what you need to use less of... But its something." "I'd thought you would be referring to the-" She pats an alcohol dipped cloth on the open wounds. "And yes, the smashed... Ah~ that stings a bit... Bracelet settled in my face." They both sit in silence as she works away on his face.

"You know what would be nice... A dog." She stops for a moment, placing the tweezers down. "A dog?" "Yeah... Big one, with lots of happiness, character and... Very talkative." "I'm further evaluating your decision for emotional support." She returns to working on the metal in his face. "Oh~! You're an arse for looking at it that far. But yes, for both of us."

[Remnant]

The female watches him leave, looking rather amused. Starting off into the vessel again. Wondering if she should get something to eat.

"I wonder what we'll reward him with next.. Maybe Fear?" Saying to herself with a slight grin. Glad she could take a nap now that this was over with.