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[bastardbytrade]

[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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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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[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.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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!

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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

You take this seriously, or I do worse.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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!]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Smug little growl.

Thank you so much for grabbing her wrists, Mordecai, it was just the leverage she needed to scoot back several inches and fling her own weight out from underneath her and upward. Can we say 'boot to the face'?]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Indeed we can. His face is now bleeding a lot more and his vision has gone a little foggy, but mr irongrip is not letting go of his hold. Rather, while her foot his off the ground he's throwing himself backwards and turning, trying to throw her over his head as he falls and into the bedside table. When in doubt, use ones surroundings.]

GWORK

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Ooh, that's her spine hitting one of the drawer handles.] Gwork!

[Stunned for a full second, coughing, but is scrambling to re-Phase out of existence to recoup and hopefully heal up her sore spots a bit.]

Re: GWORK

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[And he's staggering to his feet with a grunt and grinning like a loon. Expression is made all the more insane from the blood but that's... probably not all that out of the ordinary]

Ugh... [Geez. That knock to the head was a good one. Stupid fuzzy vision. Stupid jelly Siren. He's taking a step back, not cause he wants to but cause his balance is going to hell.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[To her, Mordecai is moving at mach speed... if he were a turtle. The stupid jelly Siren is going to lunge onto her feet in record time, stalking him all hungry panther-like the closer he gets to her bed.

Reapearring, snarling and trying for another heel kick--this time at his torso--so as to fling him onto the mattress.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[To be honest, she really didn't need that last kick to get him to fall, but fall he does and somewhere deep down he's thankful for the cushy bed. He's lying still for a few seconds, letting his head adjust before moving stubbornly to his feet and, assuming she doesn't move back is right up in her face.

And then his hand is shifting to grab a fistful of her hair and force her to look at him]

I said, talk.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai lucked out. She had leaned over him, intending to take the height advantage for herself, but now she's hissing and wrapping one hand around his throat.]

And I said, you're not gonna interrupt. [Out of breath, panting some.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Sneering in her face and not letting go just yet, also very aware of the hand on his throat.]

And I won't. So fucking talk.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[He knows what she can do just by touching someone. Lilith may not be capable of corroding his skin anymore, but she can summon heat enough to scorch.]

Good boy. On the count of three, you are going to let go...