*TRIBBLE has a brand (That if Krystal looks at, she will remember as Kuntel having as well) that looks like an upside down crescent moon, with a line through the middle. It's on the left side of his chest, and no bigger than his palm.* TRIBBLE: *Cry?*
*Now that the ship has stopped dissolving, the raging and uncontrolled power turns on the caster. Kuntel starts dissolving: and reforming: going from skeleton, to nothing, to fine in seconds.*
*Kuntel looks down at Krystal... then at Shadow... and things start dissolving. Walls, floors: doors, the ship itself is starting to destroy itself. Kuntel has no expression on his face. None. Not even comprehension.*
Kuntel: No, Kayla! I want to see if he can actually cool his own f*cking jets! I am not going to raise a single finger against him, and if he kills me, he F*CKING KILLS ME AND THAT CAN BE ON HIS OWN F*CKING CONSCIENCE! *He slams into the bulkhead and gets up slowly.* Kuntel: That's right, TRIBBLE! Come at me! KILL ME! I…
*The fireball dissipates. Kuntel stares at the massive lycan, complete and utter derision and, pretty much, not caring what he is saying on his face.* Kuntel: I wanted to have a f*cking civil conversation with you, you god damned TRIBBLE. without fighting or magic or anything like that. BUT YOU ARE APPARENTLY F*CKING…
*Alistair has indeed transferred out. But not a request of his own, he was moved to a ship on the frontier, to help over there. The Lex will receive a new counselor next time they dock at Jenolan.* Kuntel: I love how she doesn't make any mention of you saying she bribes me with sex.
Kuntel: Well, seeming all she has to do is promise sex and you'd take sixty shots in a row, it's pretty low on that list. *He smiles sarcastically at Shadow.*