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Vovone was grateful for their understanding. "It isn't so much that we are working outside of our means as returning to old ones, Ms. Maryam," he smiled gently at her. "And Ei won't take no for an answer with this, especially since our goals merge paths." The troll in question was lingering around the corner, putting together the evidence at hand with what little she'd overheard walking to the kitchen with Karkat.
The mutant traipsed ahead and helped himself to some tea, pouring a second cup for the muscular troll but she hadn't followed him into the kitchen. Instead she'd braces herself against one wall, her eyes flashing red and purple with barely contained rage. The blast of power that should have come never did, however, as she kept her gaze trained on her near constant companion. "They took him back there?" Miirah nodded, determination written in her recently wiped clean features. "Motherfuckers done dug their graves, Vo," she murmured, too quiet.
"Sure have," he acknowledged, reaching a slow hand out for her. She took it and pushed off the wall just as slowly, standing behind her moirail who directed both of her hands to rest on his shoulders. That seemed to calm some of the lights in her eyes so the scleras remained red instead of flashing multiple colors.
"We've got a ship. Not too big but fast and well armed," she told her fellow Captain, though she hadn't used the title for herself in sweeps and wasn't overly inclined to if it worked out better otherwise. "I'm good at making a goddawful mess of woodwork. Give me something to pummel with and I'm set; fists work fine too," she growled.
"I can heal. I don't know if you've got some sort of magic you can use, but that's my gift," Vovone told the group, directing the inquiry at Tavros. "Clopan is a master at weaponry, and he can fix a great deal of gadgets so long as there aren't any parts broken too badly. He'll un-jam a gun in no time and stock a cannon with anything and make it work for him. We can all sail just fine ourselves but when she isn't destroying other people's property Ei is excellent at the wheel and rudder. Miirah and Helela will stay behind of course. They haven't sailed or fought much at all."
"And my psionics are extremely limited," the yellow admitted. "The most I've ever managed is because of this little one, so neither of us would be of much help, i'm afraid. Though I'd like to tear them to pieces," she hissed.
"We can send you off with ample supplies," Helela offered instead. "The three here get most of their produce from us, and we have a few animals we can spare for meat. Depending on how long you'll be docked here, we could bring you enough for the entirety of your revolution, I think!"
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"Good," Vriska smiled thinly, her fangs on display, "More ships mean more space, and who knows how many injuries we may have on our hands. Vovone," She looked over at him, "We'll especially need your help since those bastards stole one of our medics. As great as it is to have weapons and brute force, we'll need someone to act as doc around here with Karkat, who is quite capable himself. Niliel," Her eyes flicked to the redblood, who looked at the intimidating Vriska worriedly, "Tell Equius that we'll need him personally, and a ship with roughly forty men, fifteen of which will be medics divided to help Vovone with whatever injuries and such we'll have. We'll need them patched up and properly identified so that we can return them to their families or residence."
Kanaya nodded, gratitude laced in her expression, "Supplies would be lovely, especially medical supplies like bandages and ointments. Food is always helpful, but going into a place that creates injury means we'll be going through medical supplies even faster than food. We may want to look into more gunpowder, and scrap metal, as well."
"Sollux," Tavros started, "You and Karkat ought to, conjure up a list of all the supplies, and quantity of them, for this battle. You two have an eye, uh, for that type of thing."
Vriska pushed some of her bangs from her face, "As for Clopan, it would be ideal for him to check out the cannons I have on board, just to ensure they're at their optimal level of preparedness. I know my smaller guns are fine, but I rarely use my cannons. "
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Karkat was shocked to be called out as a capable medic, but he didn't react to the praise with more than an eyebrow raise. Truth be told he was a little distracted by the pale romance in front of him. The novels he had been provided may have been trash but he did love a good romance, especially when it just seemed to fit. They were so good together, and the yellowblood's story moved him too. Although, it made him feel guilty for past actions of his. He hadn't been the most understanding of Tavros' inability to function well right after Gamzee's capture, but he saw a little of the two of them in the visiting troll's story. Perhaps it had been too close to his own heart to see before, but he still felt miserable about it.
Something else about what Vriska said caught with him though. It wasn't the time but he'd have to pose the question to Tavros later. This could be the final stand or just a quick in and out. They might have to be flexible if one or the other worked out more in their favor all of a sudden. Karkat did not like that uncertainty.
The pair of ladies nodded at Kanaya. "We'll do our best!" they cheered, full of determination even through their grim expressions. They both wished they could help more, but neither of their strengths were in combat or healing. "We'll make all the bandages and salves we can before your departure. We'll have you well stocked for this rescue."
"I got a guy for the powder," Ei grumbled, holding herself together but not by much. "Clo and I can bring what I get over after dark if that works for you. He can get a gander at your cannons then, too. If you got your need on for any other sort'a common armaments I can get 'em without much hassle, too. I dunno where you'd find much scrap metal unless you wanna go diggin' around the Heap at the other end of town." The Heap was a sort of informal dump where everything unusable got tossed. It would be a treasure trove to anyone who loved some junk or just really wanted to fix something up. In a pinch she figured there could be enough sharp bits of old metal contraptions that there might be enough to salvage for some impromptu ammunition. She couldn't imagine what else Vriska might want with scrap metal.
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Hey! Iβm still interested in this but, seeing as how CP is shutting down, weβre gonna need to relocate. I primarily use Discord, so shoot me a message there if you wanna keep up there:
alexis#8562
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Hey! I sent a friend req on discord. My user name is GBot9000 bc i cant be a big enough nerd i guess
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