[ 007 ] [ audio // common ] backdated to April 7th

[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai's unhappy growl sounds a little more pissed off than usual. However, he keeps his voice even as he speaks his request.]

I need a medic. Deck 11, Room 2458.

 

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[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps unlucky for Mikaela, he notices that glance and the slightly upward twitch of her lips.]

She's team. Don't go getting the wrong idea.

[Look at him, being all tough and manly and... deliberately refusing to acknowledge any attachment to the Siren. He's a free man, dammit.]

I'm not sure any of us do. You've caught me on a rare moment of actually doing something.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She holds her hands up with a grin.]

No, I get it, trust me. If it was one of my friends that was hurt, I wouldn't leave either.

[Yes, he's so very tough and manly, Mikaela might just swoon.

She chuckles.]

Pretty much...I have no agenda here. Gets boring sometimes, with nothing to actually work on. I miss my shop.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Careful Mikaela. His manliness is almost as brilliant as his goatee.

Mordecai frowns as she speaks but relaxes when she claims to get what he's saying.]

This boat's got everything we're supposed to want but nothing we really want.

[He regards her for a second or two, and then, Mordecai grins.]

I can trash a zoomer if you want. That'll give you something to work on.

html fail right thar

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[He's just so dashing.

She nods, toeing the ground with her boot.]

Yeah, pretty much. Glorified prison is what it is.

[Her eyes flick over at him and her smile widens.]

Aw, you'd do that for me? I'm touched.

And here I was thinking you were just being fancy.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[And it's pissing him off. Mordecai likes his being able to roam as he pleases. He'd been starting to adjust to being cooped up, but the voice is putting him on edge and it's starting to get at him again.

He switches aggravation for amusement. No sense in getting angry if there's no one to take it out on.]

What can I say, I'm a nice guy.

[He really isn't. Well, depending on who you are. Most times he's not.]

Speaking of which, you still owe me a race.

I like to dress up my tags with random italics

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I can tell you are.

[She leans back against the wall, resting one foot against it.]

That's right, I do. So eager for me to whip you.

I'm impressed. :D

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He laughs and gives her a devilish grin.]

Ach, and they call me cocky. What's got you so sure you can beat me?

:3

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes twinkle a little bit.]

Cause I've been driving [getaway vehicles] cars since I could talk.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai has the decency to look impressed, however laced with sarcasm it might be.]

Oh yeah? Try [running over bandits] dodging bullets and trying not to be skewered by an acid spitting spiderant.

[He lifts his head a little, looking down at her in challenge.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I have dodged bullets. Some as big around as you. [She smirks a little, though she can't help but chuckle.]

Try driving a tow truck backwards with an Autobot strapped to the back in the middle of a giant droid death match.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty damn big bullet.

[He smirks, leaning down to speak his next line in a lowered voice.]

Try driving through that mess with a pissed of Siren sitting up top with a rocket launcher.

[That was a fun day.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

That's what I said.

[She leans in with a grin, then laughs quietly.]

Fair enough. Okay, how about this...try driving a stolen car you hotwired with a psychotic femmebot on top with a six foot tongue that's wrapped around your buddys neck.

pissed off Siren* MAH TYPAN IS GUD. :B

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai laughs a low, amused chuckle and straightens steadily back to his usual height.]

Whoa, hang on there. I might almost be impressed.

[He is.]

That's rough. Your buddy robot or human?

[Or other?]

my fail is rubbing off xD

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She leans back against the wall with a grin.]

My friend was human. Had another in the back seat shrieking his head off. You know how irritating that is? Anyway, ended up running the psycho-bitch over after I smashed her into a pole, but we ended up snagged by a helicopter that wasn't really a copter and flown via extension cable over the city to an abandoned warehouse where said friend almost had his brain harvested by a crab bot.

what a talented pair we are!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He raises his eyebrows at that. Once upon a time, he might of called bullshit and probably mocked her claims. Now? Mordecai has seen and done enough crazy stuff in the past twelve or so years to know better.]

So two guys had to be saved by a girl. I bet that went down well.

its a mark of brilliance

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Not the first time I've ever had to save Sam's ass.

[She shakes her head. Memories of Sam were good ones, even if they were full of robots trying to murder them.]

|D

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's watching her with a new found curiosity now that Mikaela's talking about a guy. And one that she's saved countless times. Still, he won't jump to conclusions.

But he will tease.]

'Sam' huh? What's he, your partner?

:3

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She gets a faraway look in her eyes for a moment before refocusing on him.]

Kinda. He was my boyfriend back home. We sorta discovered an alien race together and...went through everything I was telling you about together. He's shown up here twice.

[And each time he'd disappeared had torn a hole in her.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai's got a feeling he's hit a touchy topic. Best he tread carefully and at least make some effort not to be a dick.]

Twice? And then what, died? Or was he one of the people who just vanished overnight?

[...Clearly, Mordecai fails at not being a dick.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[...He gets a bit of a dirty look/]

He was one of the ones that vanished in the middle of the night. Seems like a lot of people I get close to do that.

[Oh Mordecai. Thank you for being you.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The look she gives him is enough to tell him he's teetering on the edge of the line, assuming he hasn't already stepped right over it.

Mordecai nods. He won't say he's sorry. He's simply not a sentimental guy like that, but his expression hints that he understands.]

Sounds like a dick for leaving you behind like that.

[Comfort isn't exactly something he's good at. But he's trying.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's kind of glad he doesn't apologize, because him doing that would mean she had to admit it bothered her. Because it totally didn't at all.]

Well, I'm not really sure what choice he had. I don't think that the captain really takes into consideration what we want. He just...vanished.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Denial is fast becoming one of his specialties.]

Hm.

[His brow creases a little in thought. If the one person on his team vanished overnight without a trace, it would bother him more than he'd like to admit.

He refocuses on Mikaela. Mordecai's only met her properly this day, but she's been good conversation. If she left he'd be a little bored.

Just a little.]

Captain does as Captain wants. It's bullshit, but the game isn't in our favor right now.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It's frustrating to have people you like just poof like that.

[She nods, rolling her shoulders a little.]

Is it ever really in our favor? I'm not so sure if it is.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess.

[He's never really let himself get attached to people. Mordecai's not sentimental like that. The few that he does get attached to, he does an amazing job at ignoring.

Or so he thinks.]

I'd be hesitant to get close to anyone in this place. [Mordecai smiles.]

You sure you wanna keep talkin' to me?