bastardbytrade: ([ concept ] so fucking bored)
I haven't been paying much attention to the chaos lately. What the hell is going on?
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[Mordecai's unhappy growl sounds a little more pissed off than usual. However, he keeps his voice even as he speaks his request.]

I need a medic. Deck 11, Room 2458.
 
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What the crap?

[My goodness, doesn't Mordecai sound thrilled with the addition of whispering voices pleading for help.]

I don't want to help shit. Get out of my head and get off my comm.

[That's right voices, he's talking to you.]

The rest of you, what the hell is going on?

[WHAT DID YOU PASSENGERS DO NOW?]
bastardbytrade: ([ blade ] better stand tall)

[Comm click, Mordecai's growly voice fills the airwaves.]

What the hell is up with the giant birds at the racetrack?

[No. Really. He's a little thrown off by them being there.]
 
bastardbytrade: ([ fuck you ] they're calling you out)
[Squiiiirt! Mordecai just got hit in the eye with a squirt of water from his comm.]

What the-- The fuck is going on!?

Stupid piece of shit! [A loud thud is heard as the comm gets tossed across the table]

You want me to talk, huh Captain? I'll talk when I damn well feel like it.

[Oh doesn't he sound thrilled with the water spray.]
bastardbytrade: ([ idle ] it's my life)
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]]
bastardbytrade: ([ fuck you ] they're calling you out)
[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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