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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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Dead people?

[He pauses, wondering just who the hell she might be referring to before finally lifting his head to speak again.]

The Siren? Steele? or is it--

[Another snarl, this time from behind them. Something whooshes past his head and he ducks involuntarily.]

Shit!

You want me to hold you, babe?

[Lilith is of course exercising sarcasm, but she could have a hell of a lot more vitriol than that. She cracks an eye open to peer at him over Steele's shoulder.]

The other Siren, you got it. I think she's older than me, could have been stronger--

[Fucking hell, and the brain/mouth filter had been doing awesomely.]

Yeah. Sure. Why the hell not?

[The sarcasm works both ways.

He's looking somewhere around his feet, or where he guesses his feet should be. Expression is one of distaste. Being weak like this really isn't his thing. There's a brief pause and then his attention is shifting again, head jerking to the side and then steadily trailing back to his feet.]

Fuck. Tannis.

[Lilith musters as much disaffection as she can when there are pale hands tracing her runes, not touching, but essentially less than a millimeter away from doing so. She only hates this because she knows it can't be real.]

... Dude, should we go somewhere else? Thought the tentacles were bad, but there is way too much space for sound to jump around.

[She's already getting to her feet.]

[He feels her move but isn't entirely certain it's her or not. Still, the suggestion of elsewhere is reason enough and he gets to his feet anyway.

Mordecai is quiet.]

My room is closest. 8283.

[It would be handy to have someone that could actually see leading him back to his room.]

[If, when Lilith looked over at him, what looked and frowned like her mother wasn't standing behind Mordecai, and if they weren't both hallucinating with alarming frequency, she would have teased him. There would have been WORDS exchanged about his useless vision and how important that made her, as his eyes.

Unfortunately, they are both shaken, so Lilith doesn't raise a grand fuss before she's snatching up his arm by the elbow and steering Mordecai out the stairwell door.]

Did you or did you not go up or down?

[Lilith squints at the room numbers. If she thinks of them as numbers without a location attached, maybe...]

[His first reaction is to flinch and tug his elbow out of her grasp. Whatever start he makes in the motion is quickly halted. Much as he hates to admit it, he needs her.]

You're not making any sense. Center set of rooms. Just walk and look for those numbers.

[Lilith has a mighty grip on him, too. Good luck getting free buster.]

Ugh, I make COMPLETE sense.

[She ignores the knowing stare her not!mother fixes her with, choosing to drag him left. It'll be quite some time and with a buttload of snarking before they find 8283.]

[He's considering himself lucky for not being able to see what he's hearing, even though the lack of sight is annoying the hell out of him and putting him into an increasingly bad mood.

When she steers him left, Mordecai slams on the brakes.]

I said straight. Where the fuck are you going?

You're BLIND...

[She wanted to do shit her way, but if he is going to make himself a pain in the butt, fine. Lilith ungently makes to go in the direction he'd suggested.]

I can still tell left and right from straight.

[Kind of. Regardless, right now her way right now isn't exactly the trustworthy way.]

Big whoop.

[Lilith looks back and forth between room number plates as they trek on.]

8239, 8234, 8231, 8226... Mordecai.

Are you sure it's this way.

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[He halts, stopping whether she wants him to or not.]

Fuck! I don't know. I can't see shit remember? Try back the other way.

[Mordecai's voice has degraded to an annoyed growl.]

[Tries jerking him along even so, but is forced to quit and turns around to glare. Taking advantage of his blindness, Lilith walks up close enough to wave her middle finger in front of his face before regaining calm.

...Relative calm.]

Yes, your majesty. Suuuuure.

[And off they go, making the LEFT once back by the stairs. She makes another, less intuitive left turn.]

8249, 8241.... Oh my god this is so stupid.

[He's frowning at the extra left.]

Backtrack. No more extra turns. Just turn around and walk in the other damn direction.

[Mordecai has that 'I'm calm. Really.' tone happening.]

[She snarls wordlessly at him, patience wearing thinner as every second passes.]

If you didn't need me and if I didn't hate being around these fucking FAKES and nothing else--

[Shutting up. Where were they going again? Right.]

8255. 8259. 8263.

Yeah. I fucking need you alright? This lack of sight shit is really pissing me off.

[Pause as he registers what was just said.]

Now we're getting somewhere.

At least he admits it. Good job, buddy.

[Lilith stops jibing there, doggedly counting and trying not to think of 8283 as an actual place.]

8267, 8269, 8273... 8277 8283! Finally! Got your key?

[Mordecai is not going to answer that, or acknowledge what was said. He knows it will be thrown in his face later and that probably bothers him more than the actual needing someone.]

None of this would have happened if I didn't come looking for you.

[Still, the key is removed from his pocket and he fumbles with the lock, refusing to seek further help. Lucky for him, the door clicks open.]

Don't trash my stuff.

[Mordecai has ammunition later, so if she gets uppity, he can do just as nasty. Such is their relationship.]

You would still be blind and alone. [Means to stop there, but.] And I'd be going fucking crazy. Oh, dammit!

[She stomps through.]

Alone doesn't bother me.

[He's muttering as he follows her in, using his mental map of the room to send himself in the general direction of a chair. Feeling where it is and scowling at nothing, he sits and leans forwards, glaring somewhere around his feet once more.]

Whatever.

[She's glad to not be leading him by the elbow, and to wander around his (less fancy) room and not be discomfited by the niggling familiarity. Lilith stops by his table, and after glancing to where he sits, casually sweeps a fingertip over its top.]

Nice furniture.

[That earns a growl. He remembers now just why she hadn't been to his room before.]

Don't even think about it.

[Ignoring her not!mother and any disapproving tapping of the not!feet. Lilith does not heed hallucinations, whether or not they take the form of a respected person. The real thing could subdue her much easier, as much as anyone could subdue Lilith.

She takes what she can get, rubs her hand all over the table.]

Think abouuut?

[His head lifts an inch to glare in the direction of her voice.]

I know exactly what is in this room. When my sight returns, if it's not all there I will be crashing down your door.

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