Izzy tongues the inside of his cheek as he listens with all of his being. Plotting with his captain is like having a first row seat to a master's production. You'd think it might have lost it's charm by now, but it hasn't. Being included in the process, when that happens, as it is happening now, is just as exhilarating as it was in the beginning.
He marvels how quickly Ed's found his bearings and read into the Captain. What he needs, how to be approached. It is, of course, the direct opposite of the plan Izzy's been trying to brute force, and he doesn't love that, but in comparison...yeah. This makes sense.
His plan has been 'The Captain Is Powerful But I Can Find Someone More Powerful' and he has, sort of, with results, sort of. He may need to rethink his agreement with Guabancex.
"Fuck me..." Izzy says, luxuriating in the awe of just how clever Edward really is. Never gets old. Never, ever. Finally, he sits back and takes a breath, thinking about the information he has and how he can facilitate this new plan of action. Old school won't work, violence won't work, he knew that much, but this is...emotional warfare. They grew up in that carnage, won't be hard to summon up a Hornigold Special or two.
"Yeah, yeah okay. Then you need the ear of Skulduggery Pleasant. More a cursed set of bones than a passenger, but he's in bed with the Captain and under the impression that friendship is magic enough."
And because that isn't a super weird thing to say, Izzy pulls a bone shiv from the inside of his waistcoat and considers it. A human rib, sharpened on one end and decorated with delicate scrimshaw down the other. He's had time on his hands.
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He marvels how quickly Ed's found his bearings and read into the Captain. What he needs, how to be approached. It is, of course, the direct opposite of the plan Izzy's been trying to brute force, and he doesn't love that, but in comparison...yeah. This makes sense.
His plan has been 'The Captain Is Powerful But I Can Find Someone More Powerful' and he has, sort of, with results, sort of. He may need to rethink his agreement with Guabancex.
"Fuck me..." Izzy says, luxuriating in the awe of just how clever Edward really is. Never gets old. Never, ever. Finally, he sits back and takes a breath, thinking about the information he has and how he can facilitate this new plan of action. Old school won't work, violence won't work, he knew that much, but this is...emotional warfare. They grew up in that carnage, won't be hard to summon up a Hornigold Special or two.
"Yeah, yeah okay. Then you need the ear of Skulduggery Pleasant. More a cursed set of bones than a passenger, but he's in bed with the Captain and under the impression that friendship is magic enough."
And because that isn't a super weird thing to say, Izzy pulls a bone shiv from the inside of his waistcoat and considers it. A human rib, sharpened on one end and decorated with delicate scrimshaw down the other. He's had time on his hands.
"I assisted them on a raid not long ago."