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[farmerofwrath]

[Under normal conditions, Zen wouldn't bother resorting to the network for this kind of question, often preferring to investigate on his own. But growing impatience pushes him to do this, in a way he assumes will yield quick answers.

When the audio starts, there's a distinctive sound of a lighter, followed by an exhalation. Smokers, and those who have been around one for long enough to recognize this combination of sounds will easily be able to infer that he is, in fact, smoking.]

I guess this has been asked countless and countless of times, so what's one more time, right?

[A small pause as he takes another drag, breathing the smoke out more softly this time. Despite the sharp wording, his tone is somehow controlled.]

Anyone know of a way to stop whatever this moon's doing that's getting on my nerves?

[Because it's hard not to make the connection between the sanguine moon up in the sky and the maddening restlessness.]

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you're good!

[fogofdread]

You pull a weapon out and I'm done. There's not playin' fair and there's being a dick.

[farmerofwrath]

[Blame Sanguis for urging him to seek bigger thrills!]

You said you have a knife on you, right? Now's a good time to use it.

[fogofdread]

Not on me, because I don't wanna get arrested for murder.

[farmerofwrath]

[...That's a valid point, even if a remote one. Still, dealing with this urge for some real danger is proving to be difficult, and it kind of shows in the way Zen takes the only knife in his possession out of its case, only to nonchalantly throw it at Cassim's feet.]

You can use that one, then.

[Please beat some sense (verbally??) into him. Sanguis is mostly to blame for this extreme behavior, him being unused to moon shenanigans and all...]

[fogofdread]

[Oh my god.]

No. I get it, you want blood and violence and all that shit. But no, I'm not using a fuckin' weapon.

[farmerofwrath]

[With an audible click of his tongue and a sigh, he pushes himself off the wall.]

And I thought you'd understand my dilemma, being under influence of this Sanguis moon like me. What a letdown.

[fogofdread]

No, I get it, which is why I have broken my nose at least once a month since I got here. S'easier to recover from getting punched than getting stabbed.

[farmerofwrath]

[Weeell... it's not such a huge issue when your body can heal from non-lethal injuries in the span of a few minutes to a few hours at most.]

No, no, no. I don't think you get it. I don't have any spare weapon besides the one at your feet, so you won't run any risks. All you have to do is avoid stabbing me anywhere dangerous. You can do that much, right?

[Please don't Give him his fun, dammit.]

[fogofdread]

Nope.

[Well, he asked. And sure he may be exaggerating but, honestly, what the fuck.]

You give me a knife? I fight to kill, or at least seriously maim. That's just how I fight.

[farmerofwrath]

[Zen shrugs in defeat, then casually approaches Cassim to retrieve the object of his denied offer, flashing the man a small smirk.]

All right, fine, I get it. You're getting cold feet but don't want to admit it.