@KaballsDeep | Audio CW: Murder, Suicide, Kabal

[kaballin]

Hey assholes.

This is Kabal and I've got a proposition for you.

So I dunno how many of you were here right from the beginning like me, stuck in this place for fucking ever. Anyway, you know no one has died? People disappeared but no one's died.

Makes you wonder what happens to people when they do.

So in the interest of science and my amusement, I've got a prize for the first person to kill someone. I mean I guess you can off yourself too, but if you don't come back then you're screwed out of the prize, but you do you.

I've got a better phone than the shit we were given. It has games, these things: 🍆💦, a Geiger counter, music player. A bunch of other stuff. And it's yours if you prove you did the deed so we can see if they stay dead or turn into a zombie or who knows what else.

Don't have to kill anyone specific, but if it's Qubit I'll throw in a personal shield generator.

Oh and the robot samurai, two story tall lego sculpture and the light up metal ninja don't count. Gotta be a person.

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[kaballin]

Impressive.

I feel like those professional talents are a little wasted here. Such a shame.

[hypothermic]

They are.

I'm bored out of my skull.

None of these losers have anything worth stealing.

[kaballin]

Idle hands huh? Might have to do something about that.

[hypothermic]

Win the bet and you can do whatever you want with them.

[kaballin]

I'm liking the sound of this. Especially since I have the easy part of just doing nothing.

You're on.

[Things he could say out loud because they are 10 feet apart.]

[hypothermic]

The timer starts now.

[Who has a watch with a timer function? This punctual nerd.

At first he's staring at Kabal, watching him for any movement, but then he glances back down to his advice. Scrolling with a neutral expression.

Daring Kabal to get bored and break.]

[kaballin]

[He tosses the phone next to him on the bed and flops back with his arms behind his head. He'll just take a little nap.

He's got this.

Easy peasy.]

[hypothermic]

[Len takes a moment to stretch, catlike, both arms over his head clutching the device in one hand, followed by a low, lazy yawn.

If Kabal can bend the rules, so can he.]

[kaballin]

[He may be laying down but he's definitely still watching Len and he saw that you devious fucker. There's the barest twinge of his fingers that might let on that Kabal not only sees that but he knows what Len is trying to do.

Dirty cheater.]

[hypothermic]

[Len isn't cheating. He's making himself comfortable.

If he happens to be sitting in just the right way, to emphasize every sharp angle and curve, the length of his legs, and absolutely demon expression of coolness on his face, well, that's who he is.

Coincidentally, when he whips out a tube of lip-balm with a thick, glossy finish and coats his lips with the same near OCD precision he does everything else, wielding the wand like a surgical scalpel, inspecting his work in the reflective finish of his cold-gun...

He has dry lips.

And he's an asshole.]

[kaballin]

[The mask is giving him a little bit of an edge since Len can't see his glare, or the almost twinge of his lips into a snarl. Because if this was any other time that would have been a good opportunity to grab him and toss him on the bed.

Which he is not doing.

Because he's going to win this, and make Len beg for it.

Yup.

He's already bitten down about eight sarcastic comments, because really the worst part of this is staying silent. But he's definitely going to win.

That mask isn't hiding how much he's staring in the least.]