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[curiously]

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[curiously]

[ stolen alcohol still running through her blood, zarina's mind begins to wonder what exactly the man does when he's keeping himself occupied in glenvale. there's working on his rifle, target practice, going to sleep, catching a view of the stars, drinking to your hearts content — it's a more accommodating place compared to the likes of the meat factory where the pig resides.

of course she immediately replies back to him. ]

Like what? It can't just be working on your rifle or drinking.

[ zarina is a journalist. of course she desires details that aren't written down, being kept hidden through secrets and whatnot. it's what got her into this mess in the first place. ]

[deathslinger]

cant it

[ even spoken, his reply would still be short with annoyance—at her presumptive persistance, his own curiosity, or both. ]

[curiously]

[ not the answer she's looking for. unsurprising, but that doesn't mean it stops her curiosity the slightest. ]

You can only fix it so many times before it's fully repaired and ready for the next trial, and drinking — well, I can't blame you on that one. Don't you get bored by the end of it, though?

[deathslinger]

[ more like by the start of it, he thinks. ]

usually get called to another trial before that point
and ill thank you not to talk about the redeemer as if you know more about its workings than the one who invented it

[curiously]

Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to offend — it's just hard to think of only doing so many things when I try to imagine being in your shoes.

Why is it called the Redeemer?

[deathslinger]

told you im a bounty hunter didnt i
redeemings what i do to those im sent to capture
that hasnt changed here so the name stays

[curiously]

I suppose. Admittedly I imagined a second meaning for it when you mentioned its name for a moment.

How long did it take you to build it?

[deathslinger]

[ a second meaning. Despite himself, a smile flickers over his face when he reads that, a twist of morbid humor. She's not the first to say so about the Redeemer, even though one glance at the wickedly sharp spear and bayonet make it obvious that it's no instrument of holiness. ]

a month or near about
took another before it worked to my satisfaction

[curiously]

How'd you come up with it? Any inspirations? And how did you catch people before making the Redeemer?

[ the result of an answer spawns only a thousand more questions. ]

[deathslinger]

[ questions fly one after another like a barrage of bullets. But the flash of irritation Caleb feels when he sees them is just that—gone in an instant. Unlike certain others he'd prefer to curse than name, she seems genuinely interested in his work. It's... nice. ]

didnt start bounty hunting till i had it
it came from another idea of mine years before
a machine thatd shoot spikes for laying down railroad tracks

[curiously]

[ already she immediately recalls his record — assault on previous employer who runs a railroad company — as he explains his inspiration. hmm. ]

I can see it with how it works already during trials.

What other inventions have you made before? And have you made any new ones recently?

[deathslinger]

made a steam powered drill for tunneling

[ the last notable invention before getting locked away for fifteen years. But he'd kept his hands and mind busy in Hellshire too, hadn't he? Contraptions of iron and steel, designed to crush a man's spirit between their teeth and tear it apart with their springs. All his work—and yet, an odd reluctance rises at the thought of laying claim to them. Especially before Zarina.

Maybe it's because he made them for Hellshire's warden, a man almost as loathsome as Bayshore. Yes, that has to be the reason. ]

and some other things not worth mentioning
got nothing new here yet
been studying mostly

[curiously]

Studying what?

[ a pause, a second text because she gains an idea because it's currently not taken ]

And you know, if you're curious, I could show you a few things like my camera. Did flashlights exist in your time?

[deathslinger]

[ and here they come circling right back to what he does when not in a trial. But this time with his own words leading the way, and Zarina only following. To backtrack now would just sound foolish. The most he can do is answer— ]

the generators and gates during trials

[ —and move on. ]

the things you all like to shine right in my face
or click to try and get my attention?
no

[ fuck flashlights tbh. ]

closest would probably be dark lanterns
but the light from those aint nearly as strong

[ to her offer, he says nothing. She can't really mean it. ]

[curiously]

Really? That explains a few things then, maybe.

[ he's dodging the dialogue! again!! ]

Also, I don't hear an answer from you.

[deathslinger]

to what
i answered both your questions

[curiously]

Do you want to see my camera?

[deathslinger]

[ a minute passes. ]

why would i
seen you with it plenty of times by now
and i already know what a camera is

[ granted, the ones he's familiar with are cumbersome devices, nowhere near small enough to hang from a slender neck like Zarina's or cradle between palms. But the basic concept—a machine using light to freeze an image in place—is the same. Or should be. Right? ]

[curiously]

[ why is she not surprised at how he responds. ]

I'll take it as a no.

I was planning to offer it because my camera isn't the same as a phone camera. There are much more different options to look around on, like changing color and night vision. I assumed you'd want a peek at technology from my time.

[deathslinger]

[ she's right, but— ]

you never let go of that thing whenever you have it
strange of you to offer it now just because you think it might interest me

[ in trials, he sometimes comes across discarded items—toolboxes and medical chests and those damned flashlights—but never what he recognizes as more personal possessions. A silver cross clasped between shaking fingers, a pink cloth tied tightly around a straining wrist... and Zarina's camera, even though its weight can only slow her down in a chase. ]

[curiously]

I just thought you'd like to try it, that's all. I know I would be when something new appears.

What makes my offer suspicious to you?

[deathslinger]

what do you want in exchange

[curiously]

Nothing?

Look, this is just me feeling friendly enough to lend it to you. If you don't want it, just say so already.

[deathslinger]

[ oh my god

a very long pause. ]

bring it here then
but itll be no fault of mine if you get caught by someone else on the way over

[curiously]

[ why must their conversations bounce between civil and him being rude — zarina's thoughts 2020. at least she was on the mark of him wanting to see it. ]

Give me a few minutes then.