[open] Probably not too bad.

[convictionary]

Who: Gaius and various other people are doing supply runs! Yeah!
When: Ambiguously timed supply shit going on over, let's say, the past four days (so 4/10 to 4/14)!
Where: In the middle of nowhere!
What: There's supply transporting up the yin yang over here!
Rating: None, but it might end up raunchy for all I know! I don't know why I went with the exclamation points but it felt right!

A:

So, what do you think? [Muttered. In case the hero next to him didn't get what Gaius meant a head was inclined towards their employer, Constance, who was fluttering about like a Canadian goose: nasty, vicious, and loud.]

B:

[And that was when Gaius turned to the person next to him and asked:] So, you got any idea where we are?

[A dark wind was starting to howl, with the promise of weather that wasn't quite a storm, but it would still be unpleasant.]

C:

[There had been a dramatic fight between them and bandits which was very heroic and dramatic. It was so fucking badass. I mean, seriously. Everyone did all sorts of cool shit, even the bandits, and this would go on describing that wonder and glory but...look, it would just be intimidating if it did. Just believe in it being heroic.

...]

How much we getting paid, again?

D:

[As a dying on the inside looking Gaius tore into that custard he looked at whatever poor son of a bitch was his dessert partner.] How'd your day go?

[He's kind of dying on the inside right now.]

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... [He looks to their left, and then to their right, making sure that there's no one who's listening - no, they're good. And then, he leaned forward towards his fellow hero (who Gaius decided was good people a while back - maybe not virtuous people but interesting people, yes) just a bit. Not so much he screamed that he was saying something that illicit. Maybe he was just confessing that he had a crush on someone or something small.]

Then I'd tell you about breaking into the mayor's mansion last week. S'how I got it.

[Or that. Water?]

[endoftherepublic]

[...Gaius, what. Hux does not really approve of small time theft. It only encourages disorder and misconduct, and there's a slight furrow between his brows that shows his disapproval.]

Oh? [he'll accept that water, though] And dare I inquire as to the reason for such a venture?

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[IT SHOULD BE TELLING HE DOESN'T MIND THE DISAPPROVAL AT ALL. He's a duck. It's water off of his back. In fact, his smirk...well, it doesn't grow wider, but it's still smirked.]

Investigating. It was my job back where I came from and all. You know the...business? [There's a handwave implying the kidnapping and a gesture to Hux himself and the bruises.] I went to see what the higher ups knew. Disguised myself as a busboy and wine delivery boy - that's how I ended up with the wine, I got paid 300 colle and whatever bottles were left over - and sneaked in during a small party.

[endoftherepublic]

[He's well aware of the business, Gaius, you don't need to remind him of specifics my motioning to his bruises :||| but still listening, though. At least this is a much better explanation than he was expecting]

...and did you discover what the "higher ups" knew?

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I did. Not much.

[And he tried, man, he tried.] Least not much relevant to our situation. Mayor's son is having a fling with the butler and all, but that's nothing big.

[Butler's also an escapee from Noir but he's keeping that nugget quiet.]

[endoftherepublic]

[Hux huffs at that, in annoyance] Pity. [he replaces the now empty water cup on the caravan] No connections to our current predicaments?

[convictionary]

... [Hnnngh.] Maybe some, but doesn't seem like it and it's the sort of thing I'd rather keep mum unless I got a reason to share with the class. Can't say I trust most of 'em.

[And now we know that Gaius has bad taste in people. They should probably get the caravan moving. (And it is, indeed, going to start moving and they're going to start walking again.)]

[endoftherepublic]

[...interesting. He would rather keep it to himself, as he doesn't trust most of them. Which means, of course, that he trusts Hux.

Excellent. Gaius, despite his initial blunder aboard the Airy, could prove to be useful, especially if he trusts Hux.

He files this away for further reference as the caravan starts to move, and he flicks open the magazine on the blaster, starting to reload the bullets as they walk.

Speaking of--]

Have you found any more uses for that weapon of yours? [He hesitates to call it a weapon. It's a piece of candy. Though it was of use in the dungeon, Hux wonders how effective it could be outside of such situations.]

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A few. [He's taking out the offending candy cane as he speaks, and twirls it around his flinger lazily. He's actually still quite offended by it.

It tastes like ass.

And he would know.]

Most of 'em pretty much the same. You know. Piss off the small guys, distract them.

[endoftherepublic]

May I? [Hux holds out his hand, arching an eyebrow]

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[And the candy cane is handed to him without hesitation. Well, without much hesitation.]

Careful if you try it.

[And that was the hesitation.]

[endoftherepublic]

Oh? [he wasn't planning on trying it, actually, as he accepts the odd sweet. But it would be interesting to hear why.] Why is that?

[convictionary]

Lots of reasons.

[...but okay, here's one.]

There's more important reasons and all, like it'll likely draw every single beast from a mile radius the second somebody licks it, but also because it tastes like...like...

[...]

...like what Gilgamesh's ass probably tastes like. Don't do it. Your mouth'll taste like regret for the next month.

[endoftherepublic]

[Crass. Incredibly so. However, it does get the point across, and Hux arches an eyebrow in reaction. Were he one to sink to such a level, he might make a quip asking how Gaius knows what this man's arse tastes like.

As it is, Hux has no interest in the answer, nor is he the sort to make such a joke. Instead, he only makes an idle humming sound in his throat, considering]

I find it fascinating what they have chosen to make into weaponry here, especially in terms of those that are magical. It is a wide array, and I find the range especially curious.

[candy cane well inspected, he moves to hand it back to Gaius.]

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[And he's going to take the sw- no, calling it a 'sweet' doesn't do the rancid flavor justice. He's going to take the thing back with a nod.]

I've been wondering what they were thinking, seeing...you know, this. [Candy cane gets a twirl for emphasis before he slides it back in place.] Were whoever made it just drunk one night and thought, "You know what would be funny?" Were they bored? For every normal weapon - you know, a sword - there's some real strange one like this out there. My old roommate had a mirror.