Funny story, Boothill's been to Sigonia-IV. Turns out a shithole like that has a lot of bounties hiding out on it, so he'd been able to make some money while following up on leads about Schneider. He's got a pretty good running list of the shit Oswaldo Schneider's been involved with and while he wasn't directly responsible for the Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, Boothill had been pretty fucking sure it was on his shoulders too, through inaction if nothing else. He lowers the gun slowly, looking Aventurine over, gaze lingering on his eyes. "Well, fork me runnin'. You're an Avgin, ain't ya?"
He's heard stories about the Avgins - how beautiful they were, how charming, how manipulative and secretive and dangerous and he wonders how much Aventurine plays that up. He always took the stories with a grain of salt, because he knew the IPC told stories about Aeragans that were just as bullshit. Make it seem like someone deserves to be suppressed and the universe won't just let it slide, they'll thank you for doing them a favour.
The offer of information is one of the best ways to sweeten his mood, he has to admit. "...well, just because I never had the knack for makin' nice when I'd rather blow someone's head off doesn't mean I can't appreciate the utility of the endeavour." He holsters his gun and takes a seat on the table, making it creak under his weight. "Why didn't ya just forkin' say so? Coulda saved yourself a whole lot of trouble there, fudgehead." He grins, still not quite stable but a long way away from the feral snarl he'd been wearing just moments ago ago. "Guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Name's Boothill."
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He's heard stories about the Avgins - how beautiful they were, how charming, how manipulative and secretive and dangerous and he wonders how much Aventurine plays that up. He always took the stories with a grain of salt, because he knew the IPC told stories about Aeragans that were just as bullshit. Make it seem like someone deserves to be suppressed and the universe won't just let it slide, they'll thank you for doing them a favour.
The offer of information is one of the best ways to sweeten his mood, he has to admit. "...well, just because I never had the knack for makin' nice when I'd rather blow someone's head off doesn't mean I can't appreciate the utility of the endeavour." He holsters his gun and takes a seat on the table, making it creak under his weight. "Why didn't ya just forkin' say so? Coulda saved yourself a whole lot of trouble there, fudgehead." He grins, still not quite stable but a long way away from the feral snarl he'd been wearing just moments ago ago. "Guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Name's Boothill."