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[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai's been chilling out at crustacian cove and mostly keeping to himself since he went and got himself killed. He's relaxing more than he usually allows and rather enjoying being off the ship.

Until of course his comm sprays him in the face with water. With an angry scowl he snarls into the comm.]

I'm not fucking talking right now.

[That said, he clicks it off and promptly throws the comm to land with his boots, vest, mask and shield that have been neglected on the sand behind him. He's just gonna sit and soak up the silence. It's been too long since Mordecai has had a chance to just... stop.]


(ooc: come ruin his silence. kick sand at him. tackle him. spill your drink on him. HE'D LOVE YOU FOR IT REALLY. 8D)

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[ntjstapwn]

Yeah, too bad that doesn't mean much.

*Marco is actually not all that far down the beach, but replies over comms anyway*

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai hears him and after a moment of contemplation walks over to retrieve the comm he threw only moments ago. He hasn't spoken to Marco since they got dead.]

Heh. It always works. I never want to but I always end up doing it anyway.

How you been, Marco?

[ntjstapwn]

Just be glad it didn't wake you up. Unless it did, I guess.

*He laughs dryly*

I've been better, but I've been worse. Change of setting seems to be helping.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He nods, though Marco probably can't see.]

Yeah, I'm waiting for shit to start going crazy. Nothing ever stays calm for long.

It is a good break though.

[ntjstapwn]

*Marco sighs.*

Yeah, I know. But I was really hoping it would for once.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Marco seems like he's on a downer. Mordecai really couldn't care why, but he'll ask for the sake of doing so.]

You don't sound like your usual self.

[Okay, so it's not really a question.]

[ntjstapwn]

Hn. I'm still having the nightmares from the fucking library. They should go away once the bitch is dealt with.

*Or he's pinned his hopes on that, so doesn't want to consider the possiblity that those issues won't.
If he weren't still drunk, he'd probably notice that Mordie's just asking to ask.*

Otherwise I'm doing a lot better. Nice to be able to leave my room without worrying about getting killed.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause on Mordecai's side of the comm. It's one of those strange, rare moments where someone almost appears to be coming to him for advice.

He waits in silence, not replying until the subject turns to something else that he can grasp onto and steer the conversation elsewhere.]

Yep. I'm still cautious though.

[And curious. Dammit.]

Wait, what were you saying about the Library giving you nightmares?

[ntjstapwn]

*He wasn't really. Marco was just answering what he thought was a question.*

We probably should always be cautious.

Mm. Reading the books from the libraries gave people nightmares and other issues. It started when that bitch got out, so it seems like it'll go away when she's recaged or killed or whatever.

[seagullmun.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey! A pile of stuff! Lenny swoops down onto the stack and begins to rummage.

Does he know the owner of said stuff is only a few feet away? Hell yes he does. Lenny's asserting his gull-like dominance. Eat that, hunter-boy!]

I bet this dude has M&Ms or something. Mine now!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai is turning at the sound of flapping wings and glaring at the bird. He starts forwards, arms moving to swipe at Lenny and chase him away from his stuff.]

Get out of it you thieving little shit!

[seagullmun.livejournal.com]

This guy means business. Better turn on the charm!

[Lenny does his best creepy bird stance. He extends his wings and snaps his beak.]

You're S.O.L. here, dude!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai knows birds. Hell, he trained Bloodwing when most others would of failed. This little seagull is no match for him.]

I'm warning you, bird. Get out of my stuff. Now.

[Oh, that's a dangerous growl he's got going there.]

[seagullmun.livejournal.com]

Fine then. I'll just take a prize and...

[Lenny hops back, slips his head under the mask, and jumps into the air.]

See ya, buddy!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

What the he--

[Mordecai dives but alas, the seagull is too speedy for him! That doesn't stop him from lunging for the bird a second time. He's a little more annoyed now that his mask is in Lenny's possession.]

[seagullmun.livejournal.com]

[Lenny stops about 20 feet away, on a high, jagged rock. He calls out victoriously.]

Heh, y'shoulda played ball, man! Us seagulls, we always win.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Oh so the little birdy thinks he's going to get away with stealing Mordecai's mask, hm? Don't think so buster. Mordecai's already skimming the ground for something throwable to know Mr Seagull off his tower.]

You wanna play? Hah!

[He crouches to pick up a nice rock, eyes only leaving Lenny for a half second.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Mikaela's on the beach too actually - hauling a surfboard around with her. She hesitates when she sees him; last time they'd seen each other, she'd gone after him.]

...Hey.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He'd been distracted by the comm too much to notice her approach. At the word, Mordecai turns to face her, body instantly tensing in caution regardless of being fairly sure she was... herself.]

Hey. [He pauses.] You're you today, right?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She drops her surfboard in the sand, hands up.]

Y-yeah, I'm me again. [She looks a little uncomfortable - she feels pretty terrible about it all.]

I uh, wanted to apologize.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The surfboard drop and surrender has him almost feeling like an asshole. Generally, Mordecai wouldn't give a damn but Mikaela has managed to work her way into the 'friend' category in record time. He frowns slightly.]

The ship's what had you doing crazy shit, yeah? Don't worry about it.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She looks a little sheepish, and she tries to smile.]

Yeah, took...a deal with the mirrors, said they'd send me home. Course they didn't. [She shrugs.]

Still...I said and did some pretty uncool things.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's watching her like a hawk, and then shrugging and glancing off down the beach.]

The shield took the most of your hits and everything said? [He smirks.] I've heard worse. Trust me on that.

[Bothered as he might of been by what happened, Mordecai isn't one to get his feelings hurt. Generally.

...Mostly.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean it. [She drops to sit on her board, chin in her hand.] I said a lot of nasty stuff to a lot of close friends.

Just...cause you heard worse doesn't make me less sorry.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's really not good at this stuff. Emotions. Feelings. It's all stuff that Mordecai leaves for someone else to worry about while he goes on his selfish way.

He's having a harder time convincing himself that it's still like that lately.]

You made a choice, shit happened. It's over now so... [Another shrug.]