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Monsieur Riddick, is it? I believe we have delayed long enough, and I crave a proper introduction.

Well, my rep didn't follow me onto the barge. I just gotta work on it here.

I could tell you what human blood tastes like on your tongue but you've already got the vampires to fill you in. All I've got right now is my mystique.

[He pauses, looks around, and stands to retrieve the file that's suddenly on his end table. For the first time in the conversation-- in a way that being naked on a public channel didn't even come close to-- there's a faint edge of tension in his muscles, his neck, the slightest hesitation in his step.

Nudity, easy.

Omniscient admirals who can drop things in his room without him noticing, fuck that.]

Nice gesture.

I've also tasted blood before. My tongue was cut out before I died. They didn't do a very clean job. [He shrugs] You're welcome.

Edited 2012-04-04 05:45 (UTC)

[Riddick leans forward, looking at him from a different angle. It's obvious the man came from money and doesn't have the physical chops to be a psycho-killer. It's funny that they've wound up in the same kind of places.]

Obviously I gotta read your writing.