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When they find the intruder on the ship's planks, the crew of the HMS Lilith immediately grasp him, though the struggle he puts up is certainly one that is noted by the first mate. Still, a great number of crewmates against one man is hardly fair, which is the one man is subject to their sharp teeth and hungry looks. "Don't touch him," the first mate warns as they corral him towards the cabin looming at the other end of the ship. "Or he'll know."
There's a hush amongst them at the thought of his displeasure and it seems to do the trick. Soon, they're opening the cabin doors and shoving the man inside, giving little care for the state of him (mildly bleeding cuts, as if to create a pleasing aroma in the Captain's cabin).
Pouring himself a glass of Scotch, the captain does the same for the new captive. "I'd offer to untie the ropes my men placed on you, but I'm far too tired for an escape attempt," Hal notes genially, smiling as he sets the glass before Ichabod, aware he can't drink it. "Sit," he coaxes with a nod towards the chair. "I think you'll find that a ship filled with my convertees, shall we say, are far more than willing to do whatever I say." Voice chilling and icy, it is a sharp contrast to the man he is inside the hotel.
It is the other half.
"Then again, they also know I have absolutely no trouble at all staking their fucking hearts, so it is a rather convenient thing," he continues, as if chatting casually with a friend. "What are you doing here? Did you follow me through the door?"
There's a hush amongst them at the thought of his displeasure and it seems to do the trick. Soon, they're opening the cabin doors and shoving the man inside, giving little care for the state of him (mildly bleeding cuts, as if to create a pleasing aroma in the Captain's cabin).
Pouring himself a glass of Scotch, the captain does the same for the new captive. "I'd offer to untie the ropes my men placed on you, but I'm far too tired for an escape attempt," Hal notes genially, smiling as he sets the glass before Ichabod, aware he can't drink it. "Sit," he coaxes with a nod towards the chair. "I think you'll find that a ship filled with my convertees, shall we say, are far more than willing to do whatever I say." Voice chilling and icy, it is a sharp contrast to the man he is inside the hotel.
It is the other half.
"Then again, they also know I have absolutely no trouble at all staking their fucking hearts, so it is a rather convenient thing," he continues, as if chatting casually with a friend. "What are you doing here? Did you follow me through the door?"
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"Only to use in the most dire of situations," Ichabod assures him. The last thing he wants is for Hal to think he doesn't trust him, which isn't the case. He is wary of this other side of him, this destructive side, but Hal seems harmless enough normally. He doesn't always seem dangerous.
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"Might I request that you scar before maiming, and both before killing," Hal remarks, with as much humour as he can inject into the words considering they are discussing the end of his very long life, which he only feels he wishes to happen half the time, nowadays.
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"Certainly. I have no interest in killing you," Ichabod promises him. "I would never use this information to bring you injury unless I truly needed to. You can trust me with this, Hal, I can assure you of that."