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[shashka]

Like I said, they don't like it when people try and mess with the pods. They aren't going to do anything right away, but they're not so easy to break.

[ he'd have tried with a couple of them, otherwise. ]

There's more than a few people they could've let die.

[ though, he supposes some might say the same about him. ]

[assholic]

He was already dead. Already fucking dealt with.

[Kilgrave had caused enough shit in her life, and the notion that he might be in one of the pods, waiting to wake up and continue to be an unrepentant cock... it made her feel a surge of nausea.]

Maybe I should set a booby trap.

[shashka]

What makes him so dangerous?

[ because really, that's a question that will impact them all. but again, there were plenty of dangerous people with abilities just waiting to be let out. ]

[assholic]

He has abilities. He speaks, you do. Whether you want to or not. Hell, he can make you want to slit your own throat. And he's the type of person that enjoys doing it.

[shashka]

So, he can manipulate others through psychic suggestion?

[ he knows ESP is a real thing. he's seen it in action himself. this... was worrisome. especially because the only person he would rather have messing around with his will and memories is himself. ]

IS there any way to protect against that?

[assholic]

Viral. He's a fucking disease. He speaks, you do, but there's an area of effect and time lasting limit. Thanks to a fuck up, he has a bigger and longer lasting one. As long as you can't hear him in the open, you're good. Hermetically sealed things work, which I hope these pods are. There might be an antidote, but the last attempt resulted in the fuck up.

[She's still looking, still looking, feeling that thrum of fear and nausea rippling through her.]

Or just kill the fucker. Worked last time.

[shashka]

Well, that's one that I haven't heard before. [ and while he tries not to show it, he really hates the idea. ] Back home, I knew a scientist who was an expert at synthesizing cures for things like that [ a pause ] but he was also a real prick.

[ to put it lightly. ]

If only.

[ he's got a few people he'd be more than happy to kill. but apparently every life was sacred, or some bullshit to the Orbiters. ]

[assholic]

I think there's some kind of saying about people who are smart being super assholes, but since I've met some dumbshit assholes in my life, I think it's just better to say that everyone's their own degree of asshole.

[Said the queen of them. Still, she was peering for a name she couldn't see yet, hoping she wouldn't.]

Think they'll listen to keeping that fucker in 'quarantine' indefinitely?

[shashka]

That's a pretty bleak view.

[ not that he blames her, he supposes. ]

There were some pretty extensive conversations about this a while back. Best case scenario, they decide he doesn't need his abilities.

[assholic]

[She paused and turned to look at him over her shoulder.]

They can do that? Or... affect him and what he can do somehow?

[Because that would make him a non-threat. He was devious in how he could build contingencies around himself, how he could use people, but that was because of not having to work at being charming or manipulative. He had a magical ace up his sleeve and that was the only reason he'd gotten to where he'd gotten. Without it? He was a bug.

Less than a bug.]

[shashka]

They managed to save us, didn't they? I'm sure that they can do almost anything.

[ and really, that's definitely something to watch. he's been prepared for plenty of things, but this... was definitely something else. ]

[assholic]

Yeah, I'd rather not leave this up to assuming they can do anything.

[It was too important, and Jessica just didn't trust people she didn't know.]

[shashka]

Not big into trusting authority figures, are you?

[ it's a reasonable enough stance, but Ocelot's been around here long enough to try and pick and choose his fights, so to speak. ]

[assholic]

I don't agree that anyone has authority over me.

[Yeah, Ocelot. That's how she rolled.]

[shashka]

I see.

[ a pause. ]

But the most important thing is knowing when to pick and choose your fights. As long as what's-his-face stays asleep or powerless, you'll probably be fine. The Orbiters don't care what happens once someone is down on the surface.

[ and murder is always a feasible alternative. ]

[assholic]

What about if he wakes up here, huh? You so sure these orbit-heads are capable of keeping him in check? Because I'm not.

[Jessica didn't trust easily, and if Kilgrave was here and he woke up, that meant he had access to Trish. That was not okay.]

[shashka]

Does he have power over space and time like they seem to?

[ it's a rhetorical question. ]

If he doesn't, it'll only be a matter of time before someone puts a bullet in his head, special abilities or no. It always happens to those types.

[assholic]

Touche.

[She folded her arms, standing there watching him and wishing she knew for sure, one way or the other, if Kilgrave was actually in one of those pods.]

This is one of those moments where time matters. This prick can do a lot of damage in a minute, let alone in 'a matter of time'. If they were smart, they'd find his fucking pod and burn it.

[shashka]

"If" being the key word here. But they're the types who seem to just want to protect and preserve all life.

[ unfortunately. ]

[assholic]

Yeah, well, those kinds are usually the ones who wind up fucking it up worse than it needs to be.

['Give him a chance', 'you're not judge, jury, and executioner', 'maybe he can change'. All things that have or would be said in his defense and all of them would make her want to break things.]

[shashka]

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

[ and doesn't he know it. but, considering how long they've talked... maybe he should actually introduce himself. ]

By the way, you can call me "Ocelot".

[assholic]

The road to hell's paved with a lot more than that.

[Still... She turned to face him when he offered his name, smirking just a little when she heard it.]

Really? Well, I guess it beats Tiger. Jessica Jones.

[shashka]

Ocelots are noble creatures. Besides, my real name's a little too biblical for my liking.

[ and really, only one or two people had ever called him "Adam" to begin with. it wasn't something he'd share with just anyone. ]

I'd say it's been nice to meet you, but I can't say hearing about a guy who can control your every action with a few choice words really brightened up my day.

[assholic]

Ocelots have weird noses.

[That was all Jessica had to say about Ocelots, buddy.]

Yeah? Well, try living with him. If I can survive that, you can deal with hearing about him existing.

[No sympathy, Ocelot. None.]

[shashka]

[ w o w. that hurt. he's... so wounded. ]

Fair point. Still not quite the strangest thing I've heard of, but it's up there.