[A shrug. He's known more than one person take a bite from a landed pike that they thought was already dead. They were already aggressive but something about Mars had sure made them worse.]
Keep you going for a while if you catch one, assuming it doesn't break your line first.
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Date: 2025-04-19 11:47 pm (UTC)[The next drag he takes is a slower one. He hasn't looked Jacob's way since he stopped shouting at him.]
You know, Mars doesn't have any native plants or animals. The whole planet was seeded when it was colonised.
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Date: 2025-04-19 11:57 pm (UTC)What do you fish for?
[He doesn't notice. He reaches down to put his hand on Mae's head, grounding himself there.]
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Date: 2025-04-20 12:04 am (UTC)[Sir, please.]
They're naturalised now, but came from Earth originally. Okun' and shchuka mostly. [He sniffs.] Uh.
[A small wave of his free hand.]
Perch, and uh... pike? Salmon in summer. We call them losos'.
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Date: 2025-04-20 12:46 am (UTC)[He rolls his eyes, but there's no animosity behind it.]
Shchuka. That pike or perch?
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Date: 2025-04-21 10:02 pm (UTC)[A shrug. He's known more than one person take a bite from a landed pike that they thought was already dead. They were already aggressive but something about Mars had sure made them worse.]
Keep you going for a while if you catch one, assuming it doesn't break your line first.
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Date: 2025-04-22 01:10 am (UTC)[He snorts.]
That the sort of fish you wanted to show me how to catch?
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Date: 2025-04-22 01:21 am (UTC)[Shrug. He puffs out another drag of smoke.]
Maybe. Some time.
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Date: 2025-04-22 01:35 am (UTC)[He rubs his face. It really is starting to hurt.]
Alright. I'm going to go ice the shit out of my face. I'll see you around.
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Date: 2025-04-22 01:36 am (UTC)[He'll just stay where he is until he's done with his cigarette.]
I'm always around.