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[and through the scratchy sounds of him messing with the comm, Mordecai's dry growling voice is heard]

Alright, what is this shit? Prison? [sarcastic chuckle goes here] You think you can keep me here? HAH!

Tannis, if you're somehow involved in this I promise I will have your head mounted on my wall before the day is over. I don't care how much you pay.

[more scratching, a few thuds as he moves around the room]

By the way, the room sucks. [pause] And where the HELL is Bloodwing?! [raaaah the sniper is angry]

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Well shit. So it's just you and me.

[tone suggest be might be happy with this... then again that might just be more sarcasm seeping through]

[Lilith knows which one she thinks it is.]

Don't get sentimental on me. Might cry.

Cry? A heartless creature like you? I'll believe it when I see it.

... [Disbelieving that she'd almost started to be RELIEVED that he was alive.] Can it already.

[another laugh but he says no more]

I'm in room 2458.

We need to talk, asshole, somewhere private.

[Hmph]

Yeah, alright.

[actually agreeing for once. omfg]

[So her world, or part of her world still exists. There are people being salvaged, therefore it is not completely obliterated as she'd been led to think.

Right now, Lilith is waiting inside 2458 with the patience of a woman who has no idea what her next step should be. Other than distracting herself. Which is not looking to be an immediate prospect when she's pancaked out on her bed waiting for Mordecai to get his skinny ass over there.]

Fffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

[Mordecai would be taking his time, checking out the sights while he almost blindly navigates his way to her room. Not twenty minutes later he arrives, checking the number on the door before knocking upon it with a single, dull thud.]

Open up.

...

[Twenty god damned minutes. Are you kidding her!?

Lilith waits another three. On purpose. Two seconds later she rolls out of her bed and is letting him in.]

Watch it and don't get excited. We're just talking. [Sarcasm. To lighten the mood.]

[He knows her well enough to know that the extra wait was deliberate, just as his dawdling pace was in reaching her room. When she opens the door he's leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest]

Don't flatter yourself. [Mordecai practically barges his way in.]

[Eyerolling so hard it's amazing she hasn't developed a new muscle by now.] Don't flatter yourself.

[Makes certain the room is shut off and that they have true privacy before turning, approaching and getting so totally up in his grill.]

You're gonna listen to me without interruption. Am I coming through?

[He's making himself comfy on the edge of her bed and leaning forwards to rest his elbows on his knees.]

I'm gonna sit here and laugh at your crazy talk. Yeah, I think I've got that covered.

[Okay.

Lilith has hit him before; she's gotten irritated, bloody pissed at him many a time. But this would be the first that she's reeling back a fist and hurtling it toward Mordecai's face without caring if she cracks it open for good.

[Mordecai should have expected that. However, his reaction time was a little slow on account of being distracted by how much nicer her room was than his, though it wouldn't have taken much to make him think that and when her fist flew for his face, he reacted a fraction too slow.]

Wh--[oof]

[Her fist strikes him fair across the jaw and he tastes copper in his mouth.]

Fucking hell, Lilith!

[Jerking up her chin and sneering at him like gum at the bottom of her shoe.]

You take this seriously, or I do worse.

[He glares daggers up at her, idly massaging his jaw with his hand and tonguing at what might be a split lip. Mordecai is not at all happy and after a pause he's on his feet, using his height as an advantage to try and put some power over her]

I'm here aren't I? Fuck. You wanna talk, talk. Trust me, you don't want to fight me, little girl.

[That's never worked on her, and it sure as hell isn't going to intimidate Lilith now. In answer, the color of her skin, hair, clothing churns and is replaced by rolling electricity in shades of purple and blue. Similar to a humanoid lava lamp.

Is bluffing-- but he doesn't know that yet.]

[Well shit. How could he forget about the freaky jellyfish walk? Regardless, Mordecai figures the room isn't all that big and the door is closed... so her range of options can't be too great. Then again, it's Lilith. The girl knows what she's doing. Still, he lashes out, backhanding what he deems to be empty air before him where she stood a second ago. It doesn't matter if he hits or not, so long as she gets the point that he's not going to play nice.]

[Looks like she went from turning pretty colors to poofing in the nick of time.

This is good, actually. This is what she's been wanting to do the whole of her stay on-board. Screw drinking away her issues, nothing compares to flesh striking flesh and the adrenaline rush that comes with blinding anger. Lilith slides back into their shared dimension and wastes not a millisecond before she's driving an elbow for his solar plexus.]

[He's bringing his arms up, having witnessed her battle tactics enough times to know an attack was coming his way. While she hits again, he slams his elbow down, taking out whatever rage and pain he's feeling from the strikes so far into a hit of his own. His shield, which normally would have absorbed the pain of these minuscule blows has been foolishly left in his room. But then who would of thought he'd be fighting like this? Mordecai would scold himself for it later, right now his focus was getting the redhead back.]

Son of a-

[Unlike him, has rarely had to rely on close quarters aside from their 'friendly' tussles on Pandora. Has her attack knocked away, rather painfully. Shouldn't have left her Anshin shield next to her bed, but hell if her pride will allow her to make a dive for it.

Have a movement to backhand you, Mordecai!]

Bitch!

[He's leaning forwards rather than back, driving a knee into her general stomach area with intention of winding. The backhand strikes, and stings, but is less effective than her initial punch to the face. Somewhere in all of this, Mordecai is actually starting to enjoy himself.]

[Gasp. Fucking OW. Winded, despite having arched to avoid the knee, but is faaar from out of the ring. Dropping as if that little blow has her on her knees, but as soon as she's eye-level with his groin? HEADBUTT MOTHERFUCKER.]

[And in that moment, Mordecai is truly thankful for his armor. To his dismay, he finds the force of the headbutt to be just that bit harder than the armor bargained for and before he knows it he too is doubling over in pain. Mordecai is crouching, waiting a half second for the pain to subside and reaching to catch her wrists in his hands. Expression wise, he's really not fucking happy.]

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