[ 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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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

...hah. i win.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

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.]

HDFGLSDHG I FORGOT NOOOOOOO damn you

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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.

I ARE WINNAAAR \o/!!!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

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

Don't even think about it.

*STOMPS ON INSTEP*

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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?

OW. FUCK. :U

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.

CRITICAL, BIATCH

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

I got security, dumbass.

[Not the entire truth. Lilith flops onto his bed, stretching out because it pleases her to do so. Going to make herself at fucking home.]

Not TOO drab...

*SLAPETH* "XHAN DEMANDS SATISFACTION FROM WICKE"

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

And since when has your 'security' stopped me before?

[Hmph. Mordecai stays where he is, looking angry and hating the boat.]

It's decent.

"THEN YOU SHALL HAVE IT!"

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She rolls so that she's resting on her side facing the table, cheek pillowed by her forearm. Compared to the room she abandoned for this, the decor could use some work, and it certainly is not the kind of place she would associate with Mordecai's living quarters. It needs more trophies of the deceased persuasion or other abnormal paraphernalia.

The impulse to be cruel, making up for her recent weakness, won't leave.]

Bet you wish Redd let you have your bird.

*THROWS BLOODWING AT*

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The room really isn't what his usual quarters would be like, but it is decent enough to be tolerable. Besides, Mordecai isn't planning on being on the boat long enough to make things 'homey'.

Her comment earns a snarl, the sniper's head jerking to glare in her general direction. His expression now makes his earlier frowning look like a grin.]

That's it. Get the fuck out.

WHAT'S THIS!? A COMBUSTION HELLFIRE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Erk! How scary!

As if- he just looks moderately more attractive with his face like that. Lilith snorts and waves a hand as if to dispel the tension.]

How about you calm down instead?

SHIELD IS HOLDING... FOR THE MOMENT. @__@;;;

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He leans back in his seat, still glaring. Mordecai is tense. The snort only feeds his annoyance.]

Cut the shit Lilith. This is bad enough without your extra dose of bullshit.

[Bloodwing remains a very, very sore point.]

*BOOM PHASEBLAST* SHOOOOOOOOP

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmmmf. Someone needs to unwind. [Instead of 'cutting the shit', Lilith shuts her eyes and anticipates, smiling.]

TRANSFUSION GRENADE + EXPLOSIVE SNIPER

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He knows what she's like and that it's pointless to continue, but that doesn't make him feel any less annoyed. Perhaps setting out to find her was a bad idea after all.]

Easier said than done.

[Mordecai strikes the arm of the chair with a closed fist.]

Damn this fucking boat.

NEVER MIND THE ZOOMING PINK LADY

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Foolish Mordecai- most ideas involving Lilith and being around her for any length of time are usually bad ideas. Does that stop people? No. Very aware of her effect on him, she stays in the exact same place.]

I hear that. Sick of the dampers on my power.

[She freezes.

Did he hear that from her mouth before? Shiiiiit.]

THE GRENADE WILL GET HER WHEN SHE STOPS.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai doesn't react but sits back in his seat.]

You poor thing. You're almost like the rest of us.

[His tone is dryer than dry.]

BUT WAIT... IT'S ANOTHER PHASEBLAST!?

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Uh-oh, her turn to get dinged in the kisser. His jibe hits home and then some, burrowing into her chest and raging along with the wild fear that Lilith will deny to the end. Her eyes fly open and she almost sits up.

But no. Lilith forces calm and affects her furiously disaffected mask.]

Not even close. Don't you forget it.

...HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO THAT SO FAST? :U

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't need to see her to know that he's hit home. The pause before she replies is enough. The cocky reply that comes his way next is read as a default response, insecurity feeding the words that spill from her mouth.

By his own reply, Mordecai says nothing. This conversation is only going down hill for the both of them and really, his mood is black enough without her contribution.]

THEY CALL ME WENCH

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai can hear the rustling of Lilith rolling over again, then, since she isn't caring for subtlety. She fumes at the plain wall some feet from her nose and settles in for angry cold-shouldering.

It lasts at *least* half an hour, and then she blurts.]

I am not sleeping on the floor.

BLOODY HELL WOMAN.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He shuts his eyes and leans on the arm of the chair, bringing his hand to his forehead. This is all so... irritating.]

You're not sleeping in my bed.

YOU LIKE IT

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

...

[Lilith knows how to win this argument.

Rather than keep up their circular bitching, she sits up, deigning to glance to see where his attention is. Not that it matters. She is going to strip down to her panties and shirt and there is nothing he can do to stop her. The process commences, articles of clothing falling in soft fwips.]

ONLY ON TUESDAYS. IT'S THURSDAY LOL.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He can hear the sound of movement, of clothes hitting the floor. Mordecai growls.]

Stop that before I get too excited.

[Mordecai tenses. STUPID. FUCKING. FILTER.]

TUESDAYS/THURSDAYS >:

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Not according to plan, but Lilith's hands go still as she works on her double belt. Then her head is thrown back and she LAUGHS, continuing about her business.]

I'm not gonna be naked.

[Fakes a yawn.]

Just... so tired...

NUH UH

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Frowning, Mordecai rises to his feet and crosses the distance to the bed. He doesn't care if she's in the way or not, or what she's wearing (actually he does), only that the bed will be his and remain his and she can't have it if he's in it.

He's moved around the room enough to know the basic outline and it's a straight path from chair to bed. Not realizing that she's already in it, Mordecai blindly finds his way to the edge of the bed and sweeps a hand back to make sure he's got his bearings right and that the mattress really is there.

Lilith's leg was not his intended point of contact.]

Re: NUH UH

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Sees him coming, and promptly works faster, wiggling out of the pants and tossing them. And then, silly Mordecai, grabs her.

Whether or not he meant to, she indulges in more assholeishness and moans. Loudly.]