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10-13-2025, 07:10 PM
The Starman and the Refugee Prince Part 2
Perspective: THE STARMAN
The Comedian's secret introduces himself, much to your disdain.
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Perspective: THE STARMAN
The Comedian's secret introduces himself, much to your disdain.
The rabbit slumped over, still as a doll until suddenly being spurred to life with jerking motions.
His tired little smile replaced with a mischevious grin.
Styx: You called my name?
The Starman: Mmhmm, your turn to talk. Be so kind to keep it straight and essential.
Styx: Essential for myself or for you?
The Starman: The latter, unless you feel like being dropped back in the ocean. I'm on a bit of a tight schedule.
Styx: Quick to give me a threat while being aware of what I am..
The Starman: Maybe I'll salt you like a slug first..
Styx: You'd dry out such a pretty face?
The Starman: If it were yours? Absolutely without hesitation.
Styx: It may night be mine but it could be yours-
The Starman: I'm serious, only thing keeping me from kicking you in the teeth is that rabbit between us.
Styx: So harsh... but you're merciful for his sake. Interesting.
The Starman: Enough to hold you each individually accountable for your own sins, sounds fair I'd say.
Styx: Mm... do you trust him?
The Starman: I see potential in him, and a cry for help. You? I have concerns.
Styx: As you should. I'll play nice for now.
The Starman: Good, keep this easy and it'll go smooth. Name?
Styx: Styx Brimstone, bit of a name amongst my kind.
The Starman: A troublemaker.
The light in his eyes flickers, cheeks turning red.
Styx: You've followed my work! I'm always glad to meet a fan-
The Starman: More a educated assumption-
He cuts you off quick.
Styx: Which of my ventures has you captivated? The fall of Paradise Temple? The Torching of the Third Padre? Or perhaps the Disappearance of the First Archive-
The Starman: You were the one who burned it down-!?
Styx: The Padre or the Archive?
The Starman: Padre had it coming, the Archive!? Why would you-?!
Styx: Stole it actually, only way to save the cuss from the flames. I've taken on duties of preserving and expanding its catalog, in better hands these days I would say.
The Starman: Privatization...
Styx: Gatekeeping, needed in a world where knowledge that dangerous becomes weaponized for conquest. Perhaps under the right conditions I could give you access though? Seems like you know its worth-
The Starman: I'm not signing so easy.
The entity bites his lip.
Styx: I can make accommodations..
His tail swerved to brush against your hand. Your fingers start to could around the tip.
The entity grinned wide enough to show reptilian fangs extending.
Styx: Sweeten the deal for someone with such a precise touch... wouldn't that be nice? I can assure you he's been so pent up and I'm more than happy to-
The Starman: Who's dress is that? It's cute.
Styx: Ours, we put up a lot of money-
The Starman: Mutually both of yours equally? Nobody had more say?
Call his bluff, there's no way he'll commit.
Styx: I would appreciate if you let me finish.
The Starman: Floor is all yours, explain yourself.
The entity pouts at you without anything to say.
The Starman: Quiet?
Styx: I don't like being persecuted, much less after enduring such a long trek in the sea. If he were without my assistance he would have been cured and dried by sun and storm.
The Starman: Should you pass our check, you'll be welcomed to the same comforts we've scrounged together for everyone else to enjoy. As a entity I need to know where your alliances stand long term.
Styx: You see me as a liability.
The Starman: Many of your kind operate as mercenary.
Styx: Then know that mine lies toward my host.
The Starman: And you trust him enough to make his own decisions here?
Styx: Mm... he's managed this far. Half on his wits and a third with a little bit of a boost from me.
The Starman: And the last sliver?
Styx: Good allies, something he could not bring with him this far from home. If you manage to fill that last slice then you've got fine talent on your hands.
A little squeeze, tail around your palm.
You use your thumb to give it a gentle stroke, a purr-like noise in response.
The Starman: You make it sound so vile... manipulative.
Styx: Is this not a employment opportunity?
The Starman: We have different interpretations what employment means I believe.
Styx: He's a silly ferryman without options, definition of a "Mr. Hero". I'm simply a handler of contracts.
The Starman: I'm not going for force either of you to operate-
Styx: You give us no options, the alternative is we sign with a bigger head and heavier guns, no?
The Starman: Mm... There's others who I could recommend you to-
Styx: And none of them will take us, you're our last option. King of the Meek praying your day will come. I can't say I'm so eagar to return to this world.
The Starman: And why not? Play into your stregnths, bring down a tyrant or two-
Styx: As if it were so easy.
The Starman: You've done it before.
Styx: Only because my clients are stubborn enough to try.
The Starman: Mm.. What does he think on all this then? Willing to put on magic a second time?
Styx: He's more than settled from what I can tell, though you'd best apologize to him. You and your little tail stunt-
The Starman: Of course. I simply needed to confirm something first and-
Styx: You were worried we'd lie. You're correct, we're both cornered and very dangerous. That's what you need right now, people who can only benefit from taking a deal with you. Disaster artists willing to set up shop at the right place, warriors are secondary.
The Starman: I could do with a few fighters but... we're hardly equipped to take on the crown's men directly. At this point I need as many as possible regardless of their talents so long as they can take care of each other. You.. just happen to both be a wild card we rarely come across. A Comedic pair.
Styx: Spoken like a entity yourself.
The Starman: That so?
Styx: Your words are risky but hardly without thought put into them., surely you're on the right path. Think you'd make a good one at least, more agreeable than myself.
The Starman: That's high praise.
Styx: For a dog maybe, a good entity can't take scraps like that. Have to be more selective.
The Starman: Like a rabbit or a snake?
Styx: Like... a professional.
The Starman: Mm...
Styx: So... for now I'd like to put a pin in it, take good care of my client and I'll take care of yours. That's easy enough, right?
The Starman: I mean-
The smirk on the entity's face vanished, rabbit going limp from exhaustion.
Poor guy's been clinging to a thread this whole time. You tap on his shoulder gently.
The Starman: You hear me?
The voice was no longer that of the ghost in his skull.
Gallows: For now... sorry on his behalf. Know he's a lot to handle-
The rabbit notices his tail is clinging affectionately to our hand, face turning bright red.
Gallows: H-he didn't already did he? I'm so s-sorry-
The Starman: Just got a little flirty, no further than this.
Gallows: Feel free to check him, don't care if it hurts me just-
The Starman: Don't worry about it.
You release his tail, the rabbit quick to pull it into his own arms.
Gallows: I was expecting him to at least have some courtesy...
The Starman: We can scold him later. For now lets get you set up. Temp room, hot meal, meet our crew in the mess hall.
Gallows: That'd be nice, yeah...
His tired little smile replaced with a mischevious grin.
Styx: You called my name?
The Starman: Mmhmm, your turn to talk. Be so kind to keep it straight and essential.
Styx: Essential for myself or for you?
The Starman: The latter, unless you feel like being dropped back in the ocean. I'm on a bit of a tight schedule.
Styx: Quick to give me a threat while being aware of what I am..
The Starman: Maybe I'll salt you like a slug first..
Styx: You'd dry out such a pretty face?
The Starman: If it were yours? Absolutely without hesitation.
Styx: It may night be mine but it could be yours-
The Starman: I'm serious, only thing keeping me from kicking you in the teeth is that rabbit between us.
Styx: So harsh... but you're merciful for his sake. Interesting.
The Starman: Enough to hold you each individually accountable for your own sins, sounds fair I'd say.
Styx: Mm... do you trust him?
The Starman: I see potential in him, and a cry for help. You? I have concerns.
Styx: As you should. I'll play nice for now.
The Starman: Good, keep this easy and it'll go smooth. Name?
Styx: Styx Brimstone, bit of a name amongst my kind.
The Starman: A troublemaker.
The light in his eyes flickers, cheeks turning red.
Styx: You've followed my work! I'm always glad to meet a fan-
The Starman: More a educated assumption-
He cuts you off quick.
Styx: Which of my ventures has you captivated? The fall of Paradise Temple? The Torching of the Third Padre? Or perhaps the Disappearance of the First Archive-
The Starman: You were the one who burned it down-!?
Styx: The Padre or the Archive?
The Starman: Padre had it coming, the Archive!? Why would you-?!
Styx: Stole it actually, only way to save the cuss from the flames. I've taken on duties of preserving and expanding its catalog, in better hands these days I would say.
The Starman: Privatization...
Styx: Gatekeeping, needed in a world where knowledge that dangerous becomes weaponized for conquest. Perhaps under the right conditions I could give you access though? Seems like you know its worth-
The Starman: I'm not signing so easy.
The entity bites his lip.
Styx: I can make accommodations..
His tail swerved to brush against your hand. Your fingers start to could around the tip.
The entity grinned wide enough to show reptilian fangs extending.
Styx: Sweeten the deal for someone with such a precise touch... wouldn't that be nice? I can assure you he's been so pent up and I'm more than happy to-
The Starman: Who's dress is that? It's cute.
Styx: Ours, we put up a lot of money-
The Starman: Mutually both of yours equally? Nobody had more say?
Call his bluff, there's no way he'll commit.
Styx: I would appreciate if you let me finish.
The Starman: Floor is all yours, explain yourself.
The entity pouts at you without anything to say.
The Starman: Quiet?
Styx: I don't like being persecuted, much less after enduring such a long trek in the sea. If he were without my assistance he would have been cured and dried by sun and storm.
The Starman: Should you pass our check, you'll be welcomed to the same comforts we've scrounged together for everyone else to enjoy. As a entity I need to know where your alliances stand long term.
Styx: You see me as a liability.
The Starman: Many of your kind operate as mercenary.
Styx: Then know that mine lies toward my host.
The Starman: And you trust him enough to make his own decisions here?
Styx: Mm... he's managed this far. Half on his wits and a third with a little bit of a boost from me.
The Starman: And the last sliver?
Styx: Good allies, something he could not bring with him this far from home. If you manage to fill that last slice then you've got fine talent on your hands.
A little squeeze, tail around your palm.
You use your thumb to give it a gentle stroke, a purr-like noise in response.
The Starman: You make it sound so vile... manipulative.
Styx: Is this not a employment opportunity?
The Starman: We have different interpretations what employment means I believe.
Styx: He's a silly ferryman without options, definition of a "Mr. Hero". I'm simply a handler of contracts.
The Starman: I'm not going for force either of you to operate-
Styx: You give us no options, the alternative is we sign with a bigger head and heavier guns, no?
The Starman: Mm... There's others who I could recommend you to-
Styx: And none of them will take us, you're our last option. King of the Meek praying your day will come. I can't say I'm so eagar to return to this world.
The Starman: And why not? Play into your stregnths, bring down a tyrant or two-
Styx: As if it were so easy.
The Starman: You've done it before.
Styx: Only because my clients are stubborn enough to try.
The Starman: Mm.. What does he think on all this then? Willing to put on magic a second time?
Styx: He's more than settled from what I can tell, though you'd best apologize to him. You and your little tail stunt-
The Starman: Of course. I simply needed to confirm something first and-
Styx: You were worried we'd lie. You're correct, we're both cornered and very dangerous. That's what you need right now, people who can only benefit from taking a deal with you. Disaster artists willing to set up shop at the right place, warriors are secondary.
The Starman: I could do with a few fighters but... we're hardly equipped to take on the crown's men directly. At this point I need as many as possible regardless of their talents so long as they can take care of each other. You.. just happen to both be a wild card we rarely come across. A Comedic pair.
Styx: Spoken like a entity yourself.
The Starman: That so?
Styx: Your words are risky but hardly without thought put into them., surely you're on the right path. Think you'd make a good one at least, more agreeable than myself.
The Starman: That's high praise.
Styx: For a dog maybe, a good entity can't take scraps like that. Have to be more selective.
The Starman: Like a rabbit or a snake?
Styx: Like... a professional.
The Starman: Mm...
Styx: So... for now I'd like to put a pin in it, take good care of my client and I'll take care of yours. That's easy enough, right?
The Starman: I mean-
The smirk on the entity's face vanished, rabbit going limp from exhaustion.
Poor guy's been clinging to a thread this whole time. You tap on his shoulder gently.
The Starman: You hear me?
The voice was no longer that of the ghost in his skull.
Gallows: For now... sorry on his behalf. Know he's a lot to handle-
The rabbit notices his tail is clinging affectionately to our hand, face turning bright red.
Gallows: H-he didn't already did he? I'm so s-sorry-
The Starman: Just got a little flirty, no further than this.
Gallows: Feel free to check him, don't care if it hurts me just-
The Starman: Don't worry about it.
You release his tail, the rabbit quick to pull it into his own arms.
Gallows: I was expecting him to at least have some courtesy...
The Starman: We can scold him later. For now lets get you set up. Temp room, hot meal, meet our crew in the mess hall.
Gallows: That'd be nice, yeah...
