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[Tap tap tap

Yes, that sound is coming from your window, barge denizen, it is the soft tapping of little fingers on irritatingly water resistant glass.

Tap tap tap

Usually, Prefect is pretty much the last person on the barge who would come tapping at someone's window, trying to lure their out of their room into a watery grave. He's a nice person, and more than that, a man who holds himself up to a high set of moral standards.

Unfortunately, he fell overboard and turned into a mermaid, and he does have a precedent for taking a keen interest in fucking with people when he's been turned into a mermaid. Still, it's probably okay to open your window and talk to him, right?

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From:

buywithme

Maybe you shouldn't dangle part of your spine out for people to try and bite if you don't want it to be bitten!

[Prefect wailed, still struggling and thrashing and twisting the net more thoroughly around himself.]

I hope I break all your stupid teeth! I think if you use a net you shouldn't get teeth! Nature or tools! Not both!

From:

with_my_teacup

Tools separate us from the animals, you're ridiculous!

[Ridicoluf. It's a thick dialect, anglerspeak.

But suddenly Riddick goes still, just being carried along.]

You're bleeding. Prefect, you cut yourself on my teeth. Prefect-!

From:

buywithme

Yes, well, that's what happens when things try to eat you, isn't it? You get bitten and eaten and you bleed and die!

[Prefect thrashes his tail some more, since really, Riddick wants to eat him, what does he have to lose?]

From:

with_my_teacup

Do you like sharks, Prefect? I don't like sharks. Shut up and let me fix your tail before you get too much blood in the water.

I would have killed you cleanly, I wouldn't have taken pieces out of you while you were alive, but noooo, Prefect wants sharks.

From:

buywithme

I don't want to be killed at all and if I wasn't in a stupid net I could out swim a shark!

And you're just trying to make me stop so you can eat me! [Prefect gives another defiant little thrash of his tail, but he does let himself still for a moment, once this is done. If Riddick goes for his neck then he can just start struggling again...]

From:

with_my_teacup

I wouldn't try to eat you if you hadn't tried to eat my lure. Do you know how long I've been culturing that bacteria? Stupid. Not my fault you're no smarter than a gulper eel.

[He grunts and sets to work doing what he can to staunch the wound-- using up some precious textile, no less-- it looks like just a scratch, it won't be open long.]

Fine, I don't care. I'll wait for something I can swallow. The airbreathers would thank me, you know.

From:

buywithme

It's dark here and it looked like a fish, that's the whole point! If it didn't look like a fish, you'd be the worst angler in the ocean!

[Prefect has more or less stopped struggling now, but the net's still tangled around him, and he's not entirely happy with Riddick patching up his tail without letting him out first.]

The airbreathers don't care what we do. And you have to promise you won't break my neck when you're done with that!

From:

with_my_teacup

[Riddick starts to untruss him, swatting at his hands occasionally]

Stop struggling. This net is pieced together from at least a dozen shipfalls. It's the good stuff that the urchins don't wind up eating. Don't tear it.

I won't break your neck.

And I'm pretty sure the air breathers notice what you do when you try to trick them into poking the giant squid. Or do that jellyfish thing.

From:

buywithme

If you try to break my neck the last thing I do will be to rip your net with my teeth.

[But he sighs and lets Riddick slowly untruss him, relaxing a little as the nets loosen around him.]

They don't pay attention to which of us do that. They just think we're all the same. That's why they always fall for it, because they think we're all their fairytale creatures...

From:

with_my_teacup

They'd remember if it was me.

[Riddick laughs nastily. He swings his lure back up above his head to give a last bit of light-- his eyes are adapted for these depths why live down here if your eyes aren't, honestly but this is fine, delicate work.]

Don't bite it. I'll punch you again.

From:

buywithme

Don't punch me.

[As the light returns to them, Prefect squints at Riddick through the gloom. It's so dark sometimes he forgets how different the anler looks to him. How strange he is down here in the dark. Still, Prefect squirms a little, but doesn't bite. His tail feels tender where he's nicked it on Riddick's teeth, and he still feels jumpy and uncomfortable about having nearly been eaten.]

From:

with_my_teacup

Then don't bite it.

[If underwater communication was well suited to huffing, Riddick would huff in irritation.]

I'm hungry.

I have some tubeworm steaks at home. They aren't very filling but it's something.

Why do you pester the air-breathers, anyway? You can't want to eat all of them. You could fit maybe one or two, tops.

[Assuming Prefect has a conveniently distendable stomach, but really, it's dark and cold down here and food isn't always readily available, so why wouldn't you.]

From:

buywithme

Why don't you eat them? You're hungry, and they're not good at swimming...

[The lure is glowing tantalizingly again, and it's... not easy for Prefect to stop looking at it.]

And I don't much care to eat them. I like to look in at them, and to see what they'll do about things...

[Like how they react to being bitten, how they escape from jellyfish...]

From:

with_my_teacup

You have to cut them into pieces and eat fast or leave the rest. It's trouble. And they taste gamey, like a whalefall.

I've only had them dead, maybe they're better fresh.

[He frees the net and slings it around his waist, tying it up carefully out of the way of his fins.]

Why do you want to know all that? They seem pretty simple. Do like, air and light. Don't like, drowning, being eaten.

From:

buywithme

You would have had to cut me into pieces... [Probably. Prefect swims a lazy little lap of Riddick, eyes now utterly attentive to the little light shining over him.]

They have all kinds of things though, and they wear all kinds of clothes... and I think perhaps they feel things that we do not feel...

From:

with_my_teacup

That is not a toy. It is part of my spine. I'll hide it again and you won't be able to see.

[He flares his fins to look bigger, and lifts his dorsal spines, most of them much shorter than that long whip but much sharper looking.]

Like what do they feel?

Besides jellyfish, when you're around.

From:

buywithme

I'm not playing with it! [Prefect insists, shrilly. He's not playing with it, just... well, drawn to it. It glows in the darkness, and Prefect is hungry...

He frowns, as the fins flare up, and positions himself to avoid them, while still not wanting to swim away, really.]

And I don't know what they Feel. Sometimes I see little glimpses of something strange in them, but then it goes, and I don't know what it is.

From:

with_my_teacup

You make sense like nautiluses make sense.

[And they swim backwards and navigate by bumping their shells into things, Prefect. Examine your life, and your choices.]

From:

buywithme

You're so rude.

[Sighhhh. But he still likes the tiny light on your spine, so there's that...]

From:

with_my_teacup

My mother always told me that politeness is the only lure that you unbright people can use. I'm not biting. [Sniff.]

From:

buywithme

If you did, you'd not eat people who you're on first name terms with. [Prefect critiques, before leaning down to bite a little bite on Riddick's shoulder.

A friend-bite. He's cleaning him.]

From:

with_my_teacup

I was mostly angry.

And some hungry.

Mostly angry. Most things that go for my lure don't have hands.

[His shoulder flinches, and he gives the other mer a long, suspicious look. But he lets him get on with it. If blood happens, though, he's netting the little shit and locking him in a ship's hold until the new ship is gone just to teach him a lesson.]

From:

buywithme

It's not my fault you have a beautiful, delicious looking lure. [Prefect says, sulkily, between nips at Riddick's shoulder.] In fact, it is clearly your fault, since you make it like that deliberately to lure people in...

[He bites again. Still not drawing blood, but maybe a little harder this time. An unhappy criticism of your attempt to eat him.]