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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. I figured that out. Next time I think I'll keep my information to myself until I figure out who'll use it right and who will fuck things up.

*Marco would really like to kill something, too*

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Tell me though, huh? I won't do anything stupid like that again. Info trades could come in handy.

[Perhaps they should join forces in killing something. It could be fun. Or just the pair of them slog it out until either they feel better or one of them falls over.]

[ntjstapwn]

*He'll think about it. Marco doesn't know Mordie well, but~*

Sure. You seem capable

*He sure sounds like he means it.

They should look into this, yes.*