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

[bastardbytrade]

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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[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

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.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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...!?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

comment log?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.

comment stump.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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?

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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[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?

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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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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[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

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!

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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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.]

THE COMMENT WOODS!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

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.

OVER THE COMMENT BRIDGE

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

ACROSS THE COMMENT HILLS

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

THROUGH THE COMMENT TUNNEL

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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...]

DOWN THE COMMENT RIVER~

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.

ONTO THE COMMENT SHORE!

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

UNDER THE COMMENT SEA~

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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?

FISHY COMMENTS

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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.]

PRAWNY COMMENTS!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

I can still tell left and right from straight.

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