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[Cain is set up, as always, somewhere fairly dark but bustling. In this case, he's wandering patrolling one might say the halls, checking in on the various public areas.]

How many of you have ever seen the Admiral, face to face? Hell, does he even have a body? Or is he just the essence of sass trying to crash a ship every couple'a weeks?

[Spam for Iris]

[After he turns off his feed, he turns on his heel and strides to Iris's room to wait for her.]

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[He grunts; there's been at least one person so far who cops to having spoken to the Admiral one on one.] Maybe the ones who got picked from home.

I haven't ever talked to him, not even a 'congratulations' on my graduation. [Said with biting sarcasm, of course.]

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How did you arrange your deal?

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We talked, it was just over a device... [at least he thinks it was. Looking back he can't remember clearly.]

He's a slippery bastard, isn't he?

[darknessb4me]

Yes.

Do you think he's going to give you what he promised?

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[He draws a slow breath, because this is at odds with what he feels he should be thinking, as a warden.]

He'd damn well better. Because if he doesn't, I'm going to do every goddamn thing I can think of to make his life hell.

[darknessb4me]

Hah. Get in line.

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Oh yeah? [He's glad to hear it.] You ever get close to doing it?

[darknessb4me]

Making his life hell? It's impossible to tell. I don't think he's sober enough to be miserable.

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He hardly seems like he can be sober, you know what I mean? Like he's--programmed, almost.

[darknessb4me]

I think he simply does the minimal that is required of him and complains when he gets caught doing less.