[11] [Voice; English] GOOD JOB BREAKING IT

[phasebitchin]

You know what the best god damned thing to do right now is?

[Lilith is pacing Deck 11, restless as hell with so many dead and still not sure if her partner is risen from the dead or some melodramatic crap like that. She's a little crazy-eyed.]

Don't

touch

anything.

And read the fucking signs. Swear to god, I'mma take your crew and rip THEIR

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[bastardbytrade]

[Well guess who just got back a half hour ago and has been silently searching for clothes?

The comm clicks on, but there's a pause before he answers. When he speaks, his voice sounds tired.]

Yeah. I'm fine.

[phasebitchin]

[She starts out relieved, then unhappy, and then spine-cracking enraged.]

Where are you?

[bastardbytrade]

[Oh now there's the cheery tone he knows so well.]

My room.

[He might of been hesitant to relay his location, considering how happy she sounds with him right now.]

[phasebitchin]

[Damned straight, he should hesitate. Lilith doesn't even bother to reply before she winks out and is running full speed ahead up the stairs to deck five.

Neither does she bother to knock when she arrives. To his eyes, Lilith is just suddenly *there*, looking for all the world like she didn't have her arm cut off just days ago. Words are cheap. Which is why she's going to bear down on him and swing a white-knuckled fist for his nose.]

[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai had been, lucky for him, just finished pulling a clean shirt over his head when the Siren burst through the door. He knew she was pissed and hadn't expected her to knock, but neither had he expected her to get there so damn fast.

He turns to speak but before he can even open his mouth to make a sound, Lilith's fist is connecting with his jaw. His head snaps to the side with the force and once again he tastes copper. Tongue moving to wiggle a tooth on his protesting jaw line, Mordecai throws Lilith a dark look.

He does however, say naught.]

[phasebitchin]

[Come on, come on, say something. Lilith wants him to say something so she can feel better about lashing out again, standing with her fist stinging all choked up.]

Why did you pull a stunt like that!?

[bastardbytrade]

[He catches her eye, holds it a second and looks away. It's not something he's had a chance to think about yet. Nor is it something he intends to think too much about, if at all.

Instead, Mordecai reaches up to wipe the blood from his lip with the back of his hand.]

I take it you didn't die?

[phasebitchin]

Oh my GOD.

[Lilith goes for shove, instead of punching. Have a Siren trying to pin him on his back so that they're inevitably talking face to face, looking at each other head-on.]

No, I didn't fucking die, and I wouldn't have even without you trying to cover me. You know that. So why?

[bastardbytrade]

[He takes a step back, but it's going to take more than that to get him to fall. Mordecai casts Lilith an extremely bitter, angry look.]

How the fuck should I know?!

[And that's about the best answer you're getting so hah.]

[phasebitchin]

[Hopping mad, Lilith blows another fuse and makes to haul off at him again, still for the face. He keeps confusing her.]

[bastardbytrade]

[Same old tricks never work repeatedly. Mordecai is better prepared this time and his own annoyance is starting to get the better of him.

He manages to duck, grunting with frustration as he moves out of the way.]

Will you fucking stop that? Get out if that's all you've to say.

[phasebitchin]

[Lilith is thinking with something and that something is not her brain. She grits her teeth and glowers at him, wishing for the first time since signing the same contract with Mordecai that he would open the hell up. To an extent-- she doesn't acknowledge their feeeeeelings, but she also is sick and tired of being confounded.]

You moved first, and you can't even tell me why? What the fuck, man? I should have been the one covering you!

[--Whoa. What?]

[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai is looking at her like she's just sprouted a second head and started talking about eating skag vomit. There's a distinct pause while he wraps his head around what she's just said.

And then it's his turn to get angry, step forwards and get right up in her face and have his say.]

And how the hell would you of done that?! You would of been gunned down or phased out! Either way, I'm still god damn dead.

[Yeah. Mordecai totally didn't seize that as a chance to turn the spotlight away from himself.]

[phasebitchin]

Oh, nuh-uh. Back off, I'm not the retard here who should have been covering his own ass!

[She doesn't plan on letting him know what happened in the maze- but even the best laid plans can fall apart, so who knows?

Lilith plants her hand into the middle of his chest and pushes roughly, more at odds now that she isn't sure if she wants to kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him or just kill him again.]

[bastardbytrade]

[What Lilith sees now is a rare moment of controlled frustration from the sniper. He leans forwards, reaching for the hand on his chest and snatching it roughly with his own.

When he speaks, it's with a very angry, quiet voice.]

I did what I felt was right at the time, alright?!

[What the hell. Did he just use the word 'felt' in a non-physical context!? o__O]

[phasebitchin]

[The hairs on her neck prickle, stiffening, and Lilith looks at *him* as if he were a mental ward patient. She could take her hand back easily, but she only stares at it with her expression slack.]

You... what?

[She whips her head away and phases for all of three seconds to melt out of his grip, returning a few feet farther than where she'd been standing and glaring at him accusingly. With nothing to retaliate with, however, Lilith is mute.]