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theatriclizard (theatriclizard) wrote in athinblackline,

Vic only chuckled to Mao as he glared and then prattled happily on about his kills. Anole and Mao basically proved the nature vs nurture idea, Vic had been on the island all his life and still had one hell of a conscious where as the hyper one had been here two years and was nearing the level of killing machine. So far as Revolve was concerned, Victor was something of a failure, oddly enough.

Oh God, now Mao was chattering on in this odd way too? Vic was, indeed, looking rather panicked. His mind strained to pick up familiar words as the two talked, he did pick up his name, and "English," he thought he might have heard something else but.. what was this? He turned his face from one to the other, brow knitted up as he tried to find some way to make sense of it all... a magical decoder ring? He found himself glancing at each of their hands to see if either of them wore any magic ring. None. Dang it.

Anole relaxed a bit as Wade began to explain to him, curiosity replacing the confusion in his eyes. That many languages? He knew that some people had come in with strange accents, or speaking other languages so communicating was difficult, but people could speak two? Or... Wade could speak five? He found his jaw hanging slightly open in surprise. Sounded to him like life on the outside was terribly complex.

He forced his mind to start working again as questions began to again pour from Wade, licking his green lips to try and focus. "I've never had to fight Hyper," Vic said softly, and looked grateful about that fact. "But I've had to fight other friends before. And yeah... if killed already... they're probably going to try and fast track you to Red. What do you think?" He asked Mao, trying to decide what he thought Revolve would do. The guy was able and had killed right out of the box, Vic had a sinking concern that they were simply going to throw him into fight after fight until he had a solid money making reputation, and that generally involved much killing. "I only knew of the guy," Victor added, making a face. "Typical Red." The way he said it, being a 'typical Red' was not a good thing at all.