Fisher sat down in the chair Slade had indicated. "I'm here on business, Mr. Slade. It seems that one of your minions - Daniel, I believe - is searching for a boy named David. A boy I myself would be very interested to meet and ... employ, I suppose is the proper word."
He paused, hoping Slade would take the hint: that Dave was off limits to him... unless, perhaps, Slade intended to take the boy for similar purposes...
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(OOC: If I remember correctly, no one has met Slade yet out of the folks at the camp, right?)
Blaze and Art saw Pseok land and hurried over. Art saw what Dave was holding and lunged at him with a low growl. Dave let the guns go willingly enough, but this didn't stop Art.
"Dave! How the hell did you get these from me? You know better than anyone how important these guns are!"
Art seemed not to notice that Pseok, Krisha, and Kix were also back. He was too intent on Dave. Dave himself, was trying not to get into it. He looked over to try and see if he recognized the woman Kaira was speaking with. Art grabbed him and turned him back around.
"Kid, you've got a yard of guts for stealing these from me, and I respect you for that, but don't ever ****ing do that again. Do you hear me?"
Dave shrugged Art off, and Blaze put a strong hand on Art's shoulder to hold him back. "Those guns might well have saved us from Fisher. So get bent. I won't 'steal' them, and I never did. They were just there."
Art wasn't buying it. "Go to hell, kid. Things like that ... just ..." don't happen, was how he would have finished. But after seeing the things he had seen, he had no right to say that.
Dave gestured to one of the guns. "I fell in a pond, and that one got wet. I suggest you clean it up."
Art silently holstered his guns, and, skulking, answered Pseok's question. "Her name is Olivia. I bet she works for Fisher or something."
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