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[bastardbytrade]

What the crap?

[My goodness, doesn't Mordecai sound thrilled with the addition of whispering voices pleading for help.]

I don't want to help shit. Get out of my head and get off my comm.

[That's right voices, he's talking to you.]

The rest of you, what the hell is going on?

[WHAT DID YOU PASSENGERS DO NOW?]

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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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[Wellp, suspicion confirmed, and she's not any happier about it. Lilith regrets opening her big mouth to complain-- he is the LAST person she wants to show off these ugly, glaring cuts to. She's a narcissist born and bred and while she is convinced of her own charm, she wouldn't expect him to stick around just because of that. Her face and body rank up there on pride, along with power and charisma.]

How 'bout you fuck off instead.

[So she'll shove him away.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, nods at the comm and sighs.]

The same shit I've been hearing then. It's damn annoying.

...You're not scared are you?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It is.

[She snorts.]

Are you kidding me? This is peas compared to the crap I've dealt with here and back home. [Though...this is freaky, ngl. She starts grinning.]

Why, you wanna come comfort me or something?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Lilith should know by now that one does not simple 'shove' Mordecai away. He might not admit to affection for the Siren, but she's still team.

And when team stumbles and starts to fall, Mordecai is there to grab them by the hair and yank them back onto their feet with a string of abuse to follow.

He responds to Lilith's comment with a heartfelt KICK to her closed door.]

Open the fucking door.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Lilith is horribly confused, but mostly she's angry. She flings a hairbrush at the door instead.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai laughs in response, genuinely amused and a little relieved. Damsels in distress have never been his interest.]

Well shit, I might have done just that. Seems like you missed your chance on that one.

[Another low chuckle.]

Nah, scared women never have been my thing.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's not budging, rather leaning on the other side of the door and glaring down the hallway.]

How long you been in there? I haven't seen or heard from you for a few days.

[Mordecai's tone has slipped back to it's usual growl, whatever amusement he'd held a moment ago slipping away with each passing second.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Good thing Mikaela's not the type to be in any real distress - things like this shake her, but these days it takes a lot to actually frighten her.]

Rats! I'll have to keep that in mind for next time then.

[Chuckling quietly, she shifts. It's clear she's walking.]

You aren't scared, are you?

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[True, that. Lucky for her she had two or three small bags of chips and a water bottle in the room. They were devoured as soon as she could eat without nearly passing out.]

Mor--de--cai. Get lost.

[Lilith is not liable to admit how hungry she is, or her concerns about the cuts being infected despite cleaning them as much as she was able. Her eye hurts enough that, if she were a weaker woman, she would have wanted to faint.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Hell no. [Pause.] Unless you like that?

[His tone is quiet, perhaps a little seductive and... joking. Probably.]

I've been through worse than voices asking me for crap I don't want to do. Don't worry, I'll live.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's still not moving, but his patience is starting to waver.]

Last chance. Open up.

[Mordecai is guessing she's been in there for a while. He's got a few options appearing before him to get her to open up, and unless someone's been giving her food without him knowing... but he hasn't heard any negotiation over the comm.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[There's a black hair on her bed. Lilith plucks it off the sheets and throws it, as much as anyone can throw a strand of hair.]

No dice. No one is getting in.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's really rather difficult to get rid of, isn't he.]

Not even me?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Nah, I like my men fiesty. [You can almost hear the smirk.]

I feel ya. This hasn't got anything on giant alien robots the size of office buildings.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

.............. [Did he SERIOUSLY--]

Especially you!

[God damn him for playing that card.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[There's a long pause but he's yet to budge.]

That bad, huh?

[He knows her better than she realizes.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Rrrrrrrgh! No!

[Now he's starting to make her feel like a child, which doesn't brighten her mood any.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind.

Robots the size of buildings... I gotta say, that's one enemy I haven't come across. Though in my line of work it's only a matter of time.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Silence.

And then a single THUD of a fist hitting the door. It's not a hard strike, nor intended to do damage. Really, Mordecai is just venting.]

Suit yourself. Call me when you stop the bitch fit.

[Why hello there, he's walking away.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It was pretty crazy. You should've seen the combiner in Egypt.

What is it you do, anyway?

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Very very frustrated, instead of calling him back like in every soap drama ever Lilith breathes out another curse and clicks off the line.

She's not gonna call, and who knows how long it'll be until she ventures outside to grab something to eat.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

The hell is a combiner?

I'm a merc. A hunter for whoever pays the most.

IT'S LIKE A MOUSE AND CHEESE MAAAN.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He leaves, a scowl on his face as he heads once more for the stairwell. If Lilith is busted up enough that she won't come out or let him in, then the chances of her actually leaving the room to eat are pretty damn slim.

And so a half hour or so later, acting purely out of dedication to team and certainly not the person herself, Mordecai returns to Lilith's door and thuds a fist against the still closed barrier.

He says nothing, merely placing food in front of the entrance and moving a few steps away. Mordecai leans on the wall and waits.]

FUCK YOUR MOUSETRAP

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She jumps. A little bit twitchy, here.

Lilith gives her door a long, suspicious look, not trusting that knock but damnably curious all the same. After a minute of internal debate, she slips noiselessly off the bed and lays her ear flat along the door.]

DIS HUNTER IS SILENT OH MAI

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[And he waits. Mordecai is perfectly calm, at least on the outside. After a pause, he speaks.]

Food. Take it or leave it.