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Methos is Mi,
Riddick is Khayman

<Methos> ::I am walking down the long corridor dragging his fingertips across the bars while plotting my escape
as I make my way down for lunch, or is it dinner? It is always dark in this slam, I have lost track of time.
I am no longer sure if it is day or night outside my prison.  I hear low growls. Growls?
Peeking inside the cell ahead of me I find the man making those delicious noises. He is magnificent.
He has been chained to the wall. No doubt he is hard to control otherwise for the man is huge,
and at the moment very annoyed at a pair of jackals stalking him hungrily
as if this luscious creature may be their last meal::

<Riddick> ::growling at the two punks who are moving closer. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let myself
get chained up in this cell where anyone could walk in and I can’t defend myself. I should have killed that guard,
at least in the hole they don’t chain me up. Clenching my teeth together quickly memorizing the features of my
newest tormenters so I can find them later I growl again. They are skittish but determined,
my menacing looks and attitude will not hold them off long.

<Methos> ::what has compelled me to step inside this cell hunkering in the corner?
Am I so bored I have turn voyeuristic or do I plan on intervening?
No, I live by the creed live and let live, I haven’t risked any part of my anatomy for anyone
since that highland brat. I am not about to start getting principled again,
I may be slow, but I do learn fast. Caring about people hurts, I am not going to step into that trap again.::

<Riddick> ::I see a new player in this little game step into the cell and hunker in the shadows.
He was so silent and stealthy I almost missed him slide in. He is watching the two dark haired punks
as they have gotten bolder stepping in quick enough to drag a grimy hand across my chest or up my thigh
before darting back to their perceived safety. For some reason the quiet man in the shadows worries me
much more than these dogs taunting me::

<Methos> ::The chained man is looking at me now. He can see me even through the darkness.
Oh, he has had a shine, lovely just lovely, now he has seen me, well enough to know me if he sees me again
and no doubt will chalk me up as another jackal in need of being put down.
* Kill them all and go get something to eat * Funny how even after all these years
killing any witnesses is still the first thing that pops into my mind.
I guess once you are death giving up the job doesn’t come easy. Of course I can’t kill them all.
Why would I want to destroy a work of art like that? I would sooner burn down a library.
The jackals, well, I could kill them without a second thought, but what would Mac say when we meet again?
So I do have a conscience after all and it’s name is Duncan.

<Riddick> The lean stranger with the aquiline nose is looking at me, but his mind seems a million miles away.
I think I saw for just a second something flash across his face that made my insides freeze.
I have seen that look before. I usually see it right before I am forced to kill someone;
but then it is gone and replaced by what looks to be sadness or acquiescence.

<Methos> Why am I doing this again? Oh yes, I am easily amused.
Pulling myself up to full height dropping my non-threatening persona, Letting Methos come out and play.
I step behind the two hyenas and clear my throat. They spin to look at me; I can smell the fear on them.
After all, I am not chained to a wall and helpless. I pull my old death mask on and narrow my eyes at the pair.
One of the boys starts trembling and skirting around me to make a hasty retreat while the other plans on bluffing me.

<Riddick> ::The man stands but I am not real sure he is a man. He seems like some mythical god
I have heard about or read about in a book. Like that god Hades and by the look in his eye he has come to reclaim his property.
I swallow hard my mouth suddenly dry. I am thinking I would rather have these two punks use me all day
instead of catching the attention of this man.::

<Methos>:: My fingers twitch around the imagined hilt of my sword. But I know if I had my old companion with me,
only I would walk out of this room. It has been so long but the blood lust still screams in me demanding sacrifice.
Okay old man, curb it, and use non-lethal means of handing these humans. Opting for the hands on approach
I grab the blustering child around the throat and lift him off the ground. Slamming him against the side of the cell,
then doing it again, because the first time felt so nice. Dropping him to the floor I point to the open cell door,
giving him the option of running away, which he does quickly. Now what to do about the chained man?
I turn and look at him coolly::

<Riddick> :: I have to admit, That was a impressive display of strength but now he has turned to look at me.
I should say something. But I cant think of a damn thing to say so I look back at him keeping my face
and hopefully my eyes neutral as possible::

<Methos> Okay, maybe there is a way out of this. I slump back into my most unassuming body posture
and don the wide-eyed boyish look of a young Adam Pierson. I even throw a fidget in for good measure::
Are you okay? ::hoping the man will just accept the fact that Methos has left the building and all that is left is Adam.

<Riddick> ::Who does this guy think he is kidding?
And that cultured baritone voice was a bit of a shocker:: I’m fine, How are you ::conversationally said::

<Methos> ::smiles at man:: Now, now, sarcasm will get you no where. I should know.
::moving over I check the locks that bind his wrists They can be easily picked but I will need a wire of some sort.::
How long have you been chained up?

<Riddick> All my life. :: I frown and look up into golden eyes. Wait a second, every time I look at him
I see his eyes a different color. First it was green then brown and now gold. I feel a surge of rage swelling up in me.
He confuses me, surprises me, and even had me a little intimidated before he switched personalities.
Any one of these things would be enough to make me mad, all 3 have me acting stupid::
So this Jack The Ripper / Gandhi thing work out for you?

<Methos> ::Ahhh, So the jaguar chained is still enough of a predator to show me his teeth and claws.
I admit, I would have been disappointed if he had just flipped over and let Adam rub his belly.
Come on old man you can make this boy behave::
How long have you been chained? ::using a tone that bears no nonsense::
Jack the ripper? ::sardonic laugh:: In my day I made old Jack look like a child acting up.

<Riddick> ::nods slowly at him. I have no doubt that what he said was the truth and
I am surprised to find the anger in me subsiding. I think I feel more comfortable with Jack than Gandhi.
I must be losing my mind:: Since last night. The guards chained me last night.
Leaving me here for someone to come waste me for them.

<Methos> There now, ::I reach out and stroke his shoulder rewarding him for finally answering my question::
That wasn’t so hard was it? ::I look him over again, perusing his form at leisure::
I don’t think I could in good conscience allow anyone to waste something as beautiful as you.

Riddick is now played by CCL
Methos is played by Mi
 

<Riddick>  ::arches a brow and frowns:: Is that so?  So why don't you help me out and pick the locks on these things,
smart guy? ::rattling the chains for effect::  That way I can defend myself next time those morons come cruising.

<Methos> Splendid idea  ::moving to the cell door and casting a glance back at him:: Don’t go anywhere,
I will be right back. ::laughs softly at my own joke as I set off in search of something to pick those locks,
and my dinner, I am still hungry::

<Riddick> ::watches the man disappear and grumbles::  Bastard.  Where the hell am I gonna go?
::yelled a little louder.  He jerks on the chains and winces when a sharp edge pierces the skin of his left
wrist and it begins to bleed pretty heavily::

<Methos>I walk back into the cell to find him glaring and bleeding. Taking a bite of the sandwich I had brought back for him.
I stop and look at him a moment chewing thoughtfully. I can’t help but be drawn to him. He is so proud, much like Duncan.
Okay old man enough of that, thinking of the highlander is never a good thing.::
Me go hunt food. ::I change into a guttural accent :: Had to travel many miles. ::moving closer I glance at his bleeding wrist::
hunt was perilous. Many perished. I was victorious. ::looking into his silver eyes::
I bring you gift. ::I smile at him:: The skin of dreaded Peanut Butter and Jelly beast.
::I offer him a bite by holding the sandwich up to his mouth::

<Riddick> ::arches a brow and tilts his head, staring into the ever changing orbs this man in front of him called eyes.
They appear to be lit from within...with...humor?  Or is that an evil glint I see?
Tentatively I lean forward and sniff the food before taking and enormous bite and chewing quickly.
Once I’ve swallowed, I lick my lips and give a tense smile::  Thanks Gandhi.  Now tell me you brought
something other than that sandwich to help me get outta these.  ::moves the stiffening and sore wrist,
hissing when the wound widens and tears more::

<Methos>I thought I would just smear the locks with this and we would sit back and wait for them to rust.
Or do you not enjoy my company? ::putting the food on his bunk I genuflect at his left side and deftly pick the lock
with the prong of a fork I managed to liberate from a guard:: What is your name?
::as I free the trapped wrist I turn it over inspecting the self induced wound::
Temper. Temper! Shows of excessive strength only hurt you in the end. Trust me on this one too.
::I un-tuck my shirt and rip off two long strips cleaning him with one then promptly binding his bleeding with the other::

<Riddick> ::watches the good Samaritan with muted interest, growling or stifling a groan
only when the sting in his wrist catches him off guard.
I'll tell you my name when you finish letting me go, pal.
Not until.  ::pulls the wounded wrist away and rattles the other::

<Methos>::moving to the growling beauties other side I pick that lock as well.
I take only a moment to pat myself on the back for remembering the skill so readily.
I rock back on my heels and look up at him:: Did you know that Vegetarian is a Indian word for lousy hunter?
::He is big and strong and obviously bright. If  I could talk the child into trusting me he could become useful in my plans for escape::
I mean really, If we weren't meant to eat animals, why are they made of meat?

<Riddick> ::rubs at his newly freed wrist, trying to restore the circulation
and throws a cautious look at the man kneeling in front of him::  The name's Riddick.
And are you sure you're even supposed to be here, pal?  Did they run out of room in the psych wards or something?
::furrowing his brow and moving to sit on the bunk::

<Methos> I stand and lean against the cell door and scrutinize him again. Very much like Mac, demanding,
never a thank you, kiss my ass, or even a polite fuck off. And oh, he is a looker all right.
I wonder how compliant he would be to my wishes after I use well over 5000 years of experience on him.
Okay, yes he is attractive, but stop that nonsense right now.::
I would like a receipt now if you don’t mind. ::I use my most charming smile on him::

<Riddick> ::gives him a disbelieving look::  A receipt?  What the hell do you think I am?
A cash register? ::shakes his head::  Look man, I don't know why you helped me.  I don't what you expect in return.
But what you see is what you get.  I don't have anything else.  You want somebody dead, consider it done.
Otherwise...get the fuck outta here before you get on my nerves and I use that fork to see what *you* taste like.
::grins ferally and turns away::

<Methos>::I am amused at this Childs brashness. He is a scrapper. I move forward and toss the fork at his feet.
I am still wearing my Adam skin so I know I am not threatening, but it is a challenge anyway::
Oh, when you do a good deed, always get a receipt in case heaven is like the IRS.
::laughing softly:: How long have you been in?

<Riddick> ::turns back around to look at the man and grins when the fork lands at his feet.
He arches a brow at the IRS comment but shrugs when asked how long he's been in::
Long enough to know that I ain't getting out until after I'm dead.  You?

<Methos> I have been in long enough to know if there is a way out, I will find it.
::I look at him with dead certainty hoping he is sharp enough to perceive that as meaning
That I already know how I just have to plan down to the details. I hate surprises.
But this trust is a two-sided street. The ungrateful lad may be the wrong choice:

<Riddick> ::looks to the sandwich and back at the man::  Is that so?  Any luck so far?
And is the rest of that for the rats or me?

<Methos> Yes, a bit of luck ::smiles:: I said it was a gift. ::I motion at the food:: If you choose to rub it on top of your head,
dance in a circle while hooping a battle cry, it is of no concern to me.
::I walk back to lean against the cell door, keeping my posture as small as possible::

<Riddick> ::chuckles softly and greedily grabs the sandwich, eating it swiftly.
When he's finished he licks his lips and moves to crouch beside the bunk, fumbling at the base of the wall for something.
He finds the make shift shiv and settles down on the floor to continue working on it:  A little huh?
You got a name, pal?  Or should I just stick to "Hey you!"?

<Methos> Pierce Adams, But you can call me anything you like. Perhaps a bit more than a little.
::I smile at him:: Impressive. ::I motion to the shiv::

<Riddick> ::holds up the shiv and smiles::  It ain't bad actually.  And what the hell is a name like Pierce?
Who names their kid "Pierce"??  ::pauses and locks his shined eyes with the multi colored one of his new friend::
More than a little?  How much more?

<Methos>::shrugs:: Parents who want their children to grow up getting their bums kicked everyday I guess.
::I smile at the lad. He is sharp, Time to lay the cards out on the table:: I will have to neutralize 5 guards.
The trouble I have is 2 are on one wall 3 the other. And it needs to be done simultaneously.
If I do not want any surprises, and I hate surprises.

<Riddick> ::chuckles and mimics his accent:  Bum.  Getting his bum kicked every day.
::shakes his head and drops the accent::  So where the hell are you from man?
Oh sorry...Pierce.  And why'd you pick *me* to be your bulldozer?

<Methos> Oh I am from here and there, mostly there. I travel quite a bit. ::looks at him seriously::
I have not picked you, yet. ::smiles softly::

<Riddick> ::arches a brow and smiles:: Clever.  I admire that.  So is this an interview?
If so...get with the questions...I've got some payback for those assholes from earlier that I'm just dying to deliver in person...
::resumes sharpening the shiv and doesn't look up at Pierce::

<Methos> If I did pick you to help, how would plan to neutralize the two on the east wall?
::I keep my body and face neutral waiting for a answer:

<Riddick> ::looks up and grins::  Well if I tell you...what's to stop you from getting out of here without me, Pierce?
That wouldn't be very smart on my part now would it?
You could easily pick someone else to use *my* idea and leave me stuck in this hell hole, rotting.  So...next question.

<Methos> Which leads me to the second problem. I can not in good Duncan
::Did I just say good Duncan and not conscience? I know they are the same, but he didn’t need to know.
I should have killed Freud before he ever came up with the concept of slips.::
Use lethal force unless absolutely necessary. I plan on knocking them out.

<Riddick> ::throws you a confused look:: Duncan?  Who the hell is Duncan?  ::arches a brow::
And what do you mean knocking them out?  You got a sling shot in your pocket there, Pierce?
Or you too afraid to get your hands dirty?

<Methos> I meant in good conscience. ::sighs and looks away:: My hands will never be clean,
::looking back at the man:: but I mean to climb the wall and knock them out.
I figure I will crack two heads together with enough force that they will go out, and strangle the third until he is out as well.
Some one could do it on the east wall, then we swim.

<Riddick> ::pauses in his sharpening to test the blade's edge, quickly slicing through the ratty sheet like hot butter::
That so Pierce.  Suffering from the same fate as Lady MacBeth then?  Out damn spot and all that garbage?
What the fuck did you do to get in here.  You seem okay enough...well...more than most of the killers locked up in here.

<Methos> Some nasty business about cutting a man's head off with a sword. They just did not believe it was self-defense.
::I laugh and hunker down in the doorway:: I think that is the first time I have ever been compared to Lady Mac Beth.
::smiles as images of Duncan fill my mind::

<Riddick> ::shakes his head::  Sword?  I'm surprised if you went around cutting off heads with a sword that
you haven't been compared to King Arthur or Lancelot or some famous historical figure with a sword.
As for the Lady MacBeth...well...there's always a first time for everything.  So do I get the job or you got more questions?

<Methos> No, those were the good guys. I was called death on horseback once.
Teach me to have sex in public with a woman that ugly. My first times are few and far between lately. ::laughs::

<Riddick> ::stands up and goes to stand in the doorway of the cell opposite Pierce::
Death on horseback?  What the fuck?  And what's all this shit about sex in public with a woman that ugly?
::crosses his arms over his chest::  I was right...you are an escaped loon from a few floors up.
When was the last time they medicated you, Pierce?

<Methos> Loon? ::That’s it, if this boy wants to see a loon, I will show him one. I look at him::
Smile damn it. It's the second best thing you can do with your lips. ::licking mine and grinning::
And just in case you didn’t know Humpty Dumpty was Pushed.

<Riddick> ::nods and towers over the other man, inhaling slowly in case the man attacks him::
Yeah...right along with you...off the wall and into the shallow end of the gene pool.
Listen...if this little act works for you...by all means.  I've seen stranger things.  But you said you knew a way out...
now that interests me...and I'm curious to know exactly how you came by this information...
now either start talking...or start walking.

<Methos> ::Oh that is it, This child will know soon enough anyway, Might as well be now::
Have you seen stranger things? ::I let Methos rise to full height and full attitude::
I don't think you have ever seen anything like be before Lad.

<Riddick> ::smirks::  You think I don't know death?  That what you said you were, right?  Death?  Well I've seen death before...
and you don't scare me.  If you're death...come and get me.  I'm standing right here.
::steps closer and waits, his gaze never wavering::

<Methos> Oh, No, no Child. I am out of the business. It was a family affair::chuckles::
::springing forward I send us both sprawling to the cell floor. ::
I saw the way out the last time I died and they were taking me out, when imagine their surprise
I was not really dead. I can't seem to stay dead long enough to make it to the morgue.

<Riddick> ::grunts and growls, wrestling to come out on top of the other man.
He brandishes his shiv and places it hard against Pierce's throat, pressing just hard enough so the man will feel
the edge of the metal bite into his skin::  What the FUCK are you trying to pull here, Pierce?  Enough games!
What do you mean you can't *stay* dead long enough to get to the morgue?
Talk or I'll test that theory here and now. ::growled, menacingly::

<Methos> Laughs whole-heartedly and I grab the hand holding the shiv with both mine
leaving a bloody trail as it is dragged down::
Go ahead, but aim for the heart, much quicker. Less blood.

<Riddick> ::stares in shock as the man slices open his own skin with the shiv.
He shakes his head and jerks free of the man's hand, rolling away::  I dunno, Pierce...
I've always been fond of a certain sweet spot.  ::jerks the other man to his feet and whirls him until he
is chest to back with the smaller man.   He lets the tip of the shiv find the notch between the vertebrae
and stabs the man deeply::  4th lumbar down.  The abdominal aorta.
::whispered in his ear before wrenching the shiv free...See you in the morgue, Pierce.
::wrenches the shiv free, slicing a huge gash in the man's back and dropping the man to the floor::

<Methos> ::I Crumple to the floor, I can already feel the little electric tingles healing my chest, and mending my back.
This won’t kill me but I will be unable to move until my spine repairs it self::
Are you watching Riddick? You will have to try harder if you want to kill me.

<Riddick> ::widens his eyes and stares as little flashes of light move over the would-be fatal wounds
and, as if by magic, watches them heal before his eyes.  He kneels and pokes at the man, trying to confirm
that he is indeed flesh and blood and not some souped up synthetic cyborg that the slam authorities
have planted to eavesdrop on him::  You should be dead... ::whispered::  What the fuck are you, Pierce?
You don't look like a synthetic...but those lights...the healing...::jumps away and tenses::
WHO SENT YOU HERE?  WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT?  ::yelled loudly::

<Methos> ::I sigh and roll over to watch him:: Shhh now, It will be alright. Calm yourself. I am an immortal.
And I cannot die, at least not for long. ::resuming my most non-threatening persona. I told you what I want.
I want to get out of here. But I do not want to kill anyone doing it. If I can avoid it.
::I am already healed enough to fight, but I lay there looking up at him like I am still half dead::

<Riddick> ::shakes his head and rubs at his face, blinking and staring down at Pierce::
Immortal?  So you never die?  What are you?  God or something?
Is that why you don't want to kill anyone to get out of this place?
Fuck...you're not here because of the god damn apocalypses, are you?

<Methos> ::smiles softly and sit up on my elbows I try to look peaceful and serene::
No I am out of that business. I was Death. Death on a pale horse. But I changed.
I no longer want to harm any mortal. I have a conscience now.
But I am not here because of the end of the world. I am here because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

<Riddick> ::sits down on the edge of the bed still in a bit of shock and never taking his eyes off Pierce::
So that's it then?  You were death and now you're not?  You'll have to forgive me if I don't buy all this bullshit.
The light show was impressive...I'll grant you that...but I still don't get what you are.
If you're not some kind of god...then...what exactly *is* an immortal?  I mean...are you the only one?
And if you're immortal...then ::tilts his head and leans forward to study Pierce::
where'd you come from?  How'd you...end up like this?

<Methos>  If I rise are you going to start yelling again? I will answer your questions,
but I would like to go over there and wash up a bit. ::waits for his reaction::

<Riddick> ::shrugs::  I don't give a shit what you do man...long as you give me some fucking answers.

<Methos> ::I move over to the sink above the small toilet and strip out of the rag that was my shirt,
wetting it to rinse away the blood. :: I am not sure how much to tell him yet.
There have been times when being a god was a good thing:: I was worshiped as a God in ancient Egypt,
and then again in Rome. I do not know how we came to be, but there are others like me.
Perhaps I am just an off spring of a true god mating with a mortal.
::I try to keep my voice comforting:: None of us know for sure where we come from  we are all foundlings.

<Riddick> ::watches as the blood is washed away leaving only perfect unmarked skin.
Riddick stares and rubs a hand over his head, removing his goggles to rub his eyes briefly:;
Wait...foundlings?  That's like an orphan right?

<Methos> ::I turn to face him with a soft smile:: Yes we were all found as babies with no mother or father.
Much like you were. And No, I have no magical powers except that I cannot die. I am just a guy who cannot die.
I cannot walk thru walls or on the water. I am just flesh and blood with a hyperactive healing thing.
::I move forward to lay a hand on his shoulder keeping eye contact.::

<Riddick> ::smirks::  Well if you could walk through walls, you'd have walked out here a long time ago....
But how do you know about me?  That I didn't have any parents?  You some hacker or something?
::shakes his head::  And how old *are* you?  I mean...Ancient Egypt?  Fuck...
I haven't met anyone that knew anything about that in...well...forever...
::looks out the door of the cell at a prisoner shuffling past::
In case you hadn't noticed, we aren't exactly surrounded by guys that like to read.

<Methos> Yes, I have noticed, which is why I would like to leave this place.
::smiles and moves to sit next to him on the bunk:: I am very old. I can’t even remember
when I was born. I am on this side of 8000 years old. And I am not wise so do not
expect Buddha here. I have been many things in so many different lives.
::I hang my head in sorrow for a moment:: We go tomorrow night?

<Riddick> ::smiles and nods::  You don't have to ask me twice.  ::stands and goes to walk out of the cell
and seek his earlier tormentors but pauses and turns to look at Pierce again::
You still didn't tell me how you knew that I was an orphan...

<Methos> ::watching him carefully:: Will it be worth it? Your revenge? They never really harmed
anything but your pride. I will tell you how I knew, later. Or I can show you now.

<Riddick> ::shrugs::  Worth it?  Maybe.  Maybe it'll keep me from having to sleep with one eye open tonight...
or not sleeping at all.  Besides...if we're gonna do this thing...you'll need me in one piece.  Those goons won't stop
until I'm dead.  If the guards find out I'm not...they'll kill them.  Welcome to the Jungle, Pierce.  And you can keep your
secrets for now.  But if you double cross me...I'll *find* a way to kill you...permanently.
::turns to walk away and calls back over his shoulder::  You can count on it.

<Methos> ::Even though I cannot die, I still hurt. And the sweet spot took a lot out of me. I lie across his bunk and sigh.
I will rest here until the child returns from his meandering with mortals.::