[Accidental Video]

[smokinghunter]

Krow, krow! Murk-KROW!

[Kaz's Murkrow is throwing a fit, knocking into things and pushing things off the shelf in Smoker's room which turns the communicator on as he tries to get it under control. He gives her a sour look, clearly as equally frustrated as she is and just growls.]

Will you get off it already?! I don't know where she is!! If I knew, don't you think I'd be out there bringing her back?! She's not here damn it!

[This just instigates more crashing and general temper tantrum and Smoker himself punches a wall with a gloved fist (lightly for him, otherwise it'd break, though it still leaves a loud thud and small dent.) He takes a few huffs on the cigars and quietly rumbles.]

She's gone home, okay? Kaz and Hina, they've gone home. I don't know if they'll be back, I don't know how it happens, but I've got to keep moving forward.

[The murkrow gives him a hurt look and squawks, kicking the blanket and some of the knocked over items: a lamp, cigar box and so forth, upset and still frustrated, but at least slightly less destructive.]

Come here. [It's an order like only a commander can make, but it still has a gentle touch to it you wouldn't expect given the recent display and he holds out an arm for the murkrow to land on. When she does, he gently pats her head soothingly.] You can stay with me until then if you want, all right? It's a big place out there, I'd get why you wouldn't want to be alone.

Krow... [A sad note and Smoker just sighs, letting the bird perch on his shoulder while he goes about cleaning the mess up.]

Comments

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Might help to give the bird some peace though.

[justicereigns]

Hn.

I tried.

She's like her owner though. Tough as nails and doesn't believe my bullshit. Like I said, last time Kaz disappeared, her bird went with her. Beats me why it's different now.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

...Then I got nothing. Sorry.

[justicereigns]

It's all right.

I'll probably just go drinking and see if the Officer Jennys are each as hot as each other.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Drowning your sorrows, always a good cure!

[justicereigns]

Couldn't hurt.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Nope. When it doubt, drink.

[justicereigns]

How are things with you then?

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Not bad, not bad. It's kind of weird having a job again.

[justicereigns]

Oh?

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Well, back home I was stuck in the hospital, so I couldn't work. And then I got out of the hospital and ended up here and didn't get a job till I was in Goldenrod. First job after a long vacation, so it's weird.

Though it is kind of nice not having to be as cutthroat as usual.

[We'll just not...mention those shady deals with China and Korea and other Southeast Asia countries]

[justicereigns]

I see.

Cutthroat? [That just makes him sound like a pirate :O]

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you know, ruthless? Taking out the competition so that you get all the clients, stuff like that.

[justicereigns]

Taking out as in killing? Or taking out as in, being faster them at the hunt to get at the catch?

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Uh, the second one. You just want to close the sale before a rival company does.

I don't think killing's ever really come into it. [Not gonna mention the ninjas that come in the building sometimes]

[justicereigns]

Oh, that's fine then. Competition is the lifeblood of excellency. Or some shit like that. Mostly it gets me yelled at for crashing in on other marines' jurisdiction, but it's their fault for not being stronger.

[ooc: I love that ninja XD]

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my department's managed to nab quite a few deals let me tell you.

[Except not, since they are really shady deals and very likely illegal in some way.]

[justicereigns]

[What Smoker doesn't know won't hurt Barney.]

Yeah? Nice job.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [grin]

[justicereigns]

So this is kind of similar, right? Trying to make sales and all. But less competitive?