Ep 204 Script (Patreon)

twik tattooing reik’s new band

T: this is a bit past-due, isnt it? didnt you murder Ara, like, weeks ago?

R: ive been busy.

T: so ive heard. how’re you liking the power your new master has given you?

R: dont talk about shit you know nothing about.

T: ah sorry, sorry, i thought my sources were pretty reliable, so when they told me you’d been taking orders from an Eagle, i figured that wasnt something they could just make up -

R: it’s not takin orders, it’s contract work.

T: so when money’s involved it’s legit, huh?

R: when money’s involved its a transaction, not takin’ orders.

T: forgive me if i dont think the justification is there.

R: i dont come here for your opinions, Crow.

T: of course not, of course not, that would require a level of humility.

R: just get on with it.

T: you didnt answer my question.

R: (sneers) the power would be a lot sweeter if those damn Doves kept outta the way.

T: ive seen them around more. are the interfering in Murder politics now, too?

R: not directly. but the government’s definitely keeping them on a looser leash nowadays. it wont be long before they come for us for whatever ritualistic shit it is they do.

T: you believe the rumours?

R: rumours? i believe my own eyes. aint seen many Corvids over 50 years old for a good while now, and they’ve always been sparse.

T: you’re not the first to notice. (thinks of convo with scra) where do you think theyre going?

R: my best guess? theyre all fish food. and we aint far behind. speaking of - I’d get your Flamingo friend to move her little operation elsewhere. seen a gross amount of Doves around that bar.

T: …are you gonna get in the way?

R: unless someone pays me to, it aint my business.

T: i must say, this new design is a bit…unusual

R: if you take the time to kill a Boss people should know it.

T: so does this make you boss of the RowanBray Tiding now?

R: boss of a Tiding? no no no, im aiming a bit bigger than that.

Del exhausted sitting in living room reading. Looks up at lars smiling down at him. Rhaast looking out window.

D: Rhaast?

R: he’s not there, kid.

D: ok.

looks down and keeps reading. vulture looks back at him from window, worried.

R: you wouldnt hallucinate if you’d just eat.

del looks at toast on table corner.

D: i…cant.

R: this is getting insane, im gonna have to take you to the med bay if -

D: i cant. what if he touched it?

R: He is nowhere near this building, the Government’s searched it like ten times. i made that for you, you’re safe, just eat.

D: (whispers) you dont understand. he was everywhere. i never saw into his room, but i read the reports. he was watching all of us, all the time. They import food here from the wetland factories, he coulve easily tampered with it -

R: you’re literally delusional from hunger. im calling your father -

D: Don’t. don’t. he can’t…see me like this. scared. pathetic.

R: hes your father, he’ll want to help -

D: no. i promise he doesnt want to see me like this. itll just make him angry.

R: you have to -

D: stop. i just need to…rest. ill be hungry tomorrow. im sure. hey Rhaast?

R: yeah?

D: is he here?

R:...no, Del. he’s not here.