[Palamedes presses the tips of his fingers together, his intense, grey-eyed gaze unblinking as he listens to Skulduggery's explanation. Then, all at once, he goes from stillness to movement, grabbing the nearest notebook and beginning to write.]
Hm. That might do away with my initial theory regarding this...head void. [head void sounds extremely stupid, but Pal can't think of a better name. He looks up at Skulduggery.] Is there anything unique about your bones that would make them more difficult than usual to destroy--are they preserved, or do they have regenerating properties?
[He makes an interested 'hmm!' when Skulduggery mentions the captain's mysterious soul vision (again, the name needs some workshopping)] Could you tell if there were souls that did not belong to the living passengers--ones that belonged to, say, the revenants trapped aboard?
[Yeah, the vocabulary really needs some work. Skulduggery hasn't even heard the term "cranial void fisting" yet!]
My bones are, as far as anyone's ever been able to tell, just bone. Usually, when I break something and it can't be repaired by my doctor, I'll replace the bone entirely. So... [He shrugs a little.] That's why I didn't try to punch my way through to the other side. [Easier to replace a few fingertips than a whole arm, right?
...There's another reason he didn't try to do more damage than he did, of course, but he's mildly embarrassed to admit it. At least Pal isn't likely to give him too much trouble...] As far as I could tell, there were the same number of souls in the room as there were people. I... was a little distracted, however. I didn't ask as many questions as I probably should have.
[Which is as close as he's willing to admit that it was a trip for him.]
Oh, certainly [he gives a wave of his hand] it isn’t an ideal situation in which to collect data, is it? [And really, Palamedes doesn’t want Skulduggery losing an arm—or worse. Even if it is for science]
He drums his fingers for a moment in silence] You’ve given me an awful lot to think about Skulduggery, and for that I am grateful. Perhaps we can find a way out of this ridiculous situation after all.
[It isn’t that Pal had entirely given up hope following the battle royale. But it had definitely put a dent in his optimism. So thanks for helping him get some of it back, Skuls!]
[Just one or two fingers wouldn't hurt... too much...]
I'll tell you if anything else comes up. I don't intend to sit idly by while my existence is in jeopardy. [He makes sure he has his lei tucked safely back under his shirt for the walk back to his cabin.] If you find out anything more about the leis, let me know.
Of course. [Palamedes nods without hesitation. There are people on this ship that he isn't ready to tell about the leis, at least not until he can discover more, but he has no compunction about exchanging research with Skulduggery.
For now, he returns his lei to his wardrobe for safekeeping.]
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Hm. That might do away with my initial theory regarding this...head void. [head void sounds extremely stupid, but Pal can't think of a better name. He looks up at Skulduggery.] Is there anything unique about your bones that would make them more difficult than usual to destroy--are they preserved, or do they have regenerating properties?
[He makes an interested 'hmm!' when Skulduggery mentions the captain's mysterious soul vision (again, the name needs some workshopping)] Could you tell if there were souls that did not belong to the living passengers--ones that belonged to, say, the revenants trapped aboard?
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My bones are, as far as anyone's ever been able to tell, just bone. Usually, when I break something and it can't be repaired by my doctor, I'll replace the bone entirely. So... [He shrugs a little.] That's why I didn't try to punch my way through to the other side. [Easier to replace a few fingertips than a whole arm, right?
...There's another reason he didn't try to do more damage than he did, of course, but he's mildly embarrassed to admit it. At least Pal isn't likely to give him too much trouble...] As far as I could tell, there were the same number of souls in the room as there were people. I... was a little distracted, however. I didn't ask as many questions as I probably should have.
[Which is as close as he's willing to admit that it was a trip for him.]
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He drums his fingers for a moment in silence] You’ve given me an awful lot to think about Skulduggery, and for that I am grateful. Perhaps we can find a way out of this ridiculous situation after all.
[It isn’t that Pal had entirely given up hope following the battle royale. But it had definitely put a dent in his optimism. So thanks for helping him get some of it back, Skuls!]
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I'll tell you if anything else comes up. I don't intend to sit idly by while my existence is in jeopardy. [He makes sure he has his lei tucked safely back under his shirt for the walk back to his cabin.] If you find out anything more about the leis, let me know.
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For now, he returns his lei to his wardrobe for safekeeping.]