Sunbathing Crocodiles

[immoralflame]

Who: Sol, anyone around
Where: Up on the island, on the beach
When: Wednesday morning
Style: Adaptable
Status: Open


Sol found himself mostly unbothered by this curse thing. He had plate-like scales across his shoulders, hips, knees, elbows--major joints; weird, but he wasn't exactly human anyway. The eyes weren't really anything new, just a small change from the norm. His teeth and nails were a little sharper, but they got that way under, ah, certain circumstances. Whatever the case, he wasn't going to bitch about it. Easier. But man, the one thing that bugged him was how easily he got cold so far this week. So it was good fortune to find the sun out when he went up to the island, Wednesday morning, and Sol decided he just... wasn't going to move.

Gear cells would keep him safer from UV than human skin, so he discarded all but his jeans and the suppressor across his forehead and sprawled across warm sand. Not as warm as he'd like it--punch it up to the 80s and he'd be happier--but it was better than the cold that'd been up here lately. The sun made up for it, too. Maybe it was the strange addition of crocodilian traits, but lazing mindlessly in the sun just felt like the best idea he'd ever had, at the moment. Screw everything else, lounging in the sun for now. Woe be unto any who try to get him to move; the Fireseal wasn't even in hand, but it's within easy reach still. Sunlight was just an excuse to be boneless, relaxed.

Eventually, Sol settled on resting his cheek against folded arms and fell to dozing.

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[immoralflame]

"Reliant?" Sol snorts, deciding that's enough energy spent and sitting back. "Th'only person 'm 'reliant' 'pon is me." With damned good reason, he might add. "S'a small place, but that ain't gotta mean jack shit." The Defense Force has enough people on it to make up for Sol's lack of participation; he'll participate in what he feels he needs to participate in. What about that is so difficult to get through Ky's head? Pisses him off.

"S'a few things y'should keep in mind." Sol pulls his pack of cigarettes out, fishing through the mostly empty thing. "Wasn't in th'Order for nobody but 'cause it was doin' same as me. Took th'opportunity." Exhaling smoke in Ky's direction, Sol continues: "'M a self-servin' bastard." Indifference, but he smirks with the cigarette between his lips. "I can damn well be on my own."

Now if Ky'd just... stop being so reliant on him with just that much said. Ky isn't stupid, though; he knows the kid's probably gotten some sort of idea from that switching curse, but how close it is to the truth is another question entirely.

[closedcircuit]

Ky can see Sol's laziness, and can only think that the man needs something more to motivate himself. Spending that much time doing nothing couldn't be good for anyone. "We're all trapped here together, and in the event of some kind of attack it would be best if we could easily and efficiently work together in order to manage against the threat as quickly as possible. I know what you're capable of Sol," and oh does he know, even if he'd rather not think on that matter very much at all, not if he doesn't have to. But does Sol think he hadn't taken the headband off, to see what's underneath? He couldn't resist.

"But if you still think that you're exempt from basic rules of cooperation just because..." A pause, while Ky waves a hand in front of his face to try to keep from inhaling the smoke. It's not as effective as he'd like it to be. "You're stronger? No man, no matter how powerful, is an army on his own, and your time in the Order should prove that to you, not be an argument against it."