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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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[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...

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Oh, but he's releasing her before she even starts to count.]

No, I'm releasing you when I fucking want to. [He's glaring, oh boy is he glaring.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Smiling like the devil and unwrapping her fingers from around his neck. Other than looking ruffled, her clothes are in order and she isn't bleeding.]

Better behaved than I thought you'd be. Anyway. You have to get how serious this is by now!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's leaning back, rubbing his jaw again and pointedly not saying a word in case she went psycho on him again. His head isn't back to normal just yet and while he's fine to sit or stand still, getting into another brawl so soon isn't really the best option.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[To show him how frightened she is of further retaliation, Lilith lowers herself to the bed and stretches out. Her arms fold behind her head, which flops so that she's observing him at an angle.]

You've gotta have seen that part of this deck is on fire, and no one or hardly anyone trying to put it out. I've been here a week, and it hasn't gotten any better or any worse. What's that tell us?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Her request was for him not to interrupt, and so silent he shall remain. Deliberately perhaps, but that's her problem, not his.]

[Mordecai turns his head to follow her as she moves. True, he's seen the fire and also true, he's noticing the way her vest rides up when she lies like that. He lets his pause hold, making sure she knows that he's doing it on purpose.]

Yeah. I freaking saw. Though I don't see how you've been gone a week. We were at the Vault this morning. All of us.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Mmmm, alien runology. Bet he's wondered how far down the dip goes--]

[Rolling her eyes, again.] Yeaaaah that's where I thought I was before I got ganked here, too. Freakin' butt-ugly monster.

But no. Time... everything is screwed up. Maybe it's a hallucination, or we're dead, but I don't remember taking drugs or getting killed. You?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He shook his head and lay back, not bothering to sit up anymore when his jaw ached as it did.]

I'm not dead. I never die. [faint smirk at that.]

Whatever it is, I'm not sure I like it. Any idea who the other girl was on the comm?

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Nope. She sure didn't sound impressed by you. [Smiiirkin' too.]

This ship makes me want to kill.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[And he's turning his head to face her.]

Yeah. I kinda got that. [It's a good thing he's tanned else that bruise would stand out twice as much tomorrow.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Shooting him one of Lilith's special 'come hither' glances, except she'd probably disappear if he started actually moving.] Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were a man. My mistake.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Hm. [Mordecai makes a sound of disapproval and redirects his attention to the ceiling. As for whether it's the comment or the look that's got him looking away, he won't say.]

So we're stuck here with no answers, no weapons and of the team, you're the only one around. Fucking fantastic. [muttered, venting.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Hey, she's venting too. Differently than him, but it's stress relief.]

[giving her nails a disgusted once-over, is going to finally restock on paint tonight.] No need to grovel at my feet, Mordecai.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Ugh. [He's sitting up and leaning forwards again, elbows on his knees while he psyches himself up for standing]

I'm not in the mood for this shit. If were done, I'll be leaving.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Flashback to that heap of walking iron trotting off. People are so testy.]

Catch ya later, babe- aaaah one sec. The other passengers are saying that the guy responsible for the kidnappings, Captain Redd, is totally bonkers.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Redd. I'll remember that.

[Mordecai gets up and heads for the door, not saying another word on his way out and shutting the door behind him with a thump. After a brief pause in the hallway, he's taking his now dry bloody face back to his room to clean up and muttering about the days events under his breath.]