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[ 002 ] [ Lookout Punishment! ] [ Audio / English ]

I can't see shit, but from listening in to what people say on this damn thing, I've gotten off lightly.

[Breathing is heavy. Mordecai is having a bit of trouble keeping it together.]

Should of known this would happen--

[Sharp inhale, like a gasp.]

What the fuck was-- Bloodwing!? Is that you boy? Lilith!? Where the hell are you?!

[[ooc: Mordecai was a Lookout, so he's blind. Also has a few little sound based hallucinations happening, namely a rush of wings flapping past his head. He might be seen ducking from nothing and cringing away cursing Rakks and Skags. Throw in the mouth filter fail and we've got ourselves one very paranoid, very insecure Mordecai.

Also. His mask is off. 8D]]

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I got that. This is freaking me out so bad, Mmordeshutup.

[Snarls and, keeping her eyes pinned to the row of room numbers, starts making her way for the stairs before she forgets THOSE, too.]

Deck 12! 12! Down is two.-- Up, up one is two. Up one is two, then 11...

[Realizes she's muttering her thoughts aloud again and bites her lip to keep quiet.]

[He knows which way the stairs are, roughly. Hand on the wall, Mordecai is going that way. His head is ducked low, that the rakks that keep attacking him can't get a clear shot-- And he's lashing out again, careful though to keep his hand in place.]

I need to get out of the open. If I head for the stairs they can't get to me in there. Blood!? Was that--

[Forced calm.]

You don't get freaked out, okay. You don't and neither do I.

[She nearly loses count, gripping the railing firmly on her mission. Lilith's head lulls some while she chuckles.]

Yeah, you're right for once. I'm too amazing.

I'm up four flights from... shit! Fuck! Goddamn son of a whore!

What?! What happened?

[Who would have thought a straight corridor could be so difficult. He's rushing, a little tenser than usual and refusing to break contact with the wall.]

I keep forgetting where the hell I am or where I came from! That's what happened!

[Shouting, yup.]

UP YOURS, CAPTAIN!

FOCUS.

[Mr Mordecai is getting pissy. Not so much with Lilith as the whole situation. Then again, he knows they deserve what they got.]

Stop and concentrate and STOP FLYING AT MY FUCKING HEAD!

[Mad lashing of the arm holding the comm at something airborne that no one else can see or hear. It's a good thing he's got a strong grip else it might fly a fair distance if he let it go and then Mordecai would really be screwed.]

[But then he could follow the sound of her beautiful screeching voice!

Yeah, she's not doing so well.]

I AM focused, asshole. Dammit... okay. Four flights from- 2458 is on... shit!

[Mordecai, she told you this. Perhaps you could be of assistance.]

[Mordecai is a little preoccupied blindly defending himself against his hallucinatory Rakks. Kay. Thanks.]

Hold on a [swipe] minute.

[He will be of assistance. In just a moment.]

Retard.

[Stops going up and keeps thinking, four, four, four flights. Four flights up. Lilith inhales gustily.]

What are you doing NOW?

Bitch.

I'm headed to the stairwell. Fucking RAKK keep-- [More vicious arm flailing goes here.]

Fuck this is-- Did you hear that?

[Voice gone quiet and cautious and slightly freaked out.]

I don't hear any Rakk, bozo. We are going nuts. This is because of fucking Redd!

[Lilith itches to keep moving, more so when what sounds like a dirty female chuckle goes straight into her ear. Her head jerks.]

Now what, dammit!?

I know it's cause. What? Redd?

[He's becoming more and more annoyed, still edging for the stairwell doorway that should be around somewhere ahead of him... But oh dear what is that growling sound?]

Skag. A fucking big one. I can't see it. I can't see shit but it's close.

Mordecai. There ARE no skags on this god damned ship! It's all- fake! Unreal. Because of Redd, and he's what freaks me out, he can do whatever he....

[Lilith shut the FUCK up.]

Ignore the noise. Just fucking ignore it.

Easier said than done.

[Defiantly heading for the stairwell and hoping he doesn't run into anything. Ah-hah! A doorway! Let's hope it's the right one.]

I'm in the stairwell.

[Forced calm is forced.]

Fine.

Riddle me this.

[She already hated her power limits, and now she loathes having to be pointed in a direction like a toddler.]

Where the hell am I, if I'm up four flights of stairs? I was going to...!?

[The stairwell is silent. Too silent. But at least the attacking rakks are gone.]

You're all over the place. Move up okay? Just keep heading up. Every time you reach the top of a flight of stairs, tell me. I'll keep count.

[Holy crap. He sounds tense but... nice.]

[Lilith laughs, and there is a needling high-pitched hysteria layered underneath it.]

Freakin' A. Alright, oh-KAY...

[Up she goes. As strung-out on adrenaline as she is, Lilith's head may not be on straight, but it is serving her well enough. She counts, and counts, and counts, stopping after going up eight flights. Around Deck 6.]

... Mordecai!?

[He should hear her by now.]

[From his place slumped against the wall, Mordecai perks at the sound of her voice.]

Lilith!?

[Okay, the verbal filter is keeping him from suppressing his anxiousness.]

Two more flights! Keep going.

[This would be so much easier if he could see.]

[At least both of them are saying and acting off-kilter. Lilith is obedient for one of the rare times in her self-loving life, not bothering anymore with counting and just bulldozing ahead.

Her boots clack nearer and nearer. When she sees him, the relief is almost tangible.]

Shiiiiiiiiiit.

[Lilith flops next to Mordecai and tries to ignore the threats and promises not!Steele is whispering to her.]

[He can't see her and while he knows she's there, or rather that someone is there beside him, but that isn't enough to convince him. His eyes have always been a massive part of his life, more so his profession. Take away a sniper's eyes and all you have is a man.

And a slightly helpless one at that.

Mordecai stares straight ahead, seeing nothing, and cautiously lifts the hand closer to her. He's not sure what he's doing, and feels dumb for seeking the assurance that she really is there. Hand raised, Mordecai pauses and goes to drop his hand again.]

This is bullshit.

[She remembers to switch off the comm, not needing it and not wanting the whole ship to overhear their conversation. Lilith is tired of literally speaking her mind where others can listen.

There is white hair at her right, in her peripheral, which Lilith knows belongs to a dead woman. The only other Siren she's ever met. On her left is darker movement, which she is almost positive actually exists, so Lilith will turn to look thataway.]

...

[Time and place to needle and fuck with a man's psyche. Mordecai is many things--murderous, unstable, harsh--but he is also the only trusted person she has on-board. Lilith cannot afford to fuck that trust over for good.

So, Mordecai, please don't be alarmed when she catches your hand and scrapes her glove under it. You know this feel, yeah?]

Yup. Bullshit.

[He honestly wasn't expecting that. There's a slight jerk as his head starts to turn in her direction before his lack of sight registers again and he realizes doing so is pointless.

Lilith's hand receives a brief hold before he lets it go again and drops his hand back to his side. He's ignoring the growls, the cries of Bloodwing, the rakk.]

How long do you think this crap will go on for?

[Good of him to not hold hands for too long. Wouldn't want the situation to become awkward, would they. Lilith slides farther down, onto her back with her boots next to his legs.]

Huuuugh. I don't know.

[Staring at the ceiling does her no favors when Steele has her feet planted on either side of Lilith's torso. She closes her eyes.]

Edited 2010-01-23 11:45 (UTC)

[It's taking him a lot of effort not to flinch or react to what he can hear so well around him. There are skags on the stairs above them, creeping down towards them, voices from below. It's not anything that would scare him, or worry him usually, but the lack of a weapon and sight is not a comfort.

A particularly loud snarl beside his ear triggers a sharp hiss and his gaze to turn to the sound. Blind eyes try to see but find nothing. Mordecai leans forwards, focusing his gaze downwards and also shuts his eyes.]

You're seeing crazy shit too right? Hearing things?

Like the rest of the fucks who participated? Yep.

[Her features twist, her head tilts reflexively away from where Lilith thinks she can hear Steele breathing into her face. She wanted a mentor, wanted and still wants a kind of exploration of what a Siren can do. She does not want to get these lessons from a dead fool.]

Fuck. I see dead people. She won't shut up.

[Steele barks her rigid laugh.]

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