[ Rule 03 ] [DECOY!]

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[Mr Durden is awake just in time for the chaos to start.

He's making himself useful by grabbing his smokes and lighter and heading for Deck 17. Idly, the man is smoking and casually setting fire to the tapestry, after which his attention will turn to the silks and the pillows.

The comm cracks on.]Barbecue on Deck 17!! Crew! You might wanna get

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[metharchy]

[By the time Meth had made it back to the passenger decks, she'd stepped out into chaos. It hadn't taken long for her to find several passengers doing their damnedest to get whatever they could grab hold of and tear it to the ground. She had bigger fish to fry, and let the passengers throw their tantrums. The Captain had given her orders and she was going to s--

"Whoaa! Looks like it's too late to save the tapestry! This linen shit burns so well!"

Meth remembered that voice, and when she spoke on the comms her voice was terse.]

...Tyler, you had better not be doing what I think you're doing.

[metharchy]

[Snort.]

I'm not stupid, Tyler. You're just lucky that what I want right now is what you want, and what I want overrules my desire to deny you. Today, at least. That will not always be the case, so if you pull a stunt like this again, I guarantee you will not like the results.

[To punctuate that sentiment, she slammed his head into the wall again.]

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[The noise he made when he hit the wall again was a giveaway of just how much the blow hurt, more so after the repeated hits of moment ago. He did not fall down, rather leaned on the wall for a moment before turning to press his back against it.

Leaning on the wall made it easier to keep his footing.]

Yes ma'am. Your method of action is noted.

[His voice holds a light edge to it, kind of like they've been discussing a musical while sipping tea. Tyler tongued absently at his bottom lip.]

Well shit. Split again.

[He stopped there a few seconds more before pushing off the wall and moving with intention to further inspect the now soaked deck. The water helped to wash the blood away, but spread it further in a diluted mess. Put simply, the white shirt wasn't quite white anymore.]

[metharchy]

[Tyler was trying to walk past her to head back into the deck, and there was no fucking way that Meth was letting him do that, especially when she wasn't done with him.

As he tried to move by her, Meth grabbed his upper arm and jerked him around, staying between him and the rest of the deck he had already burned.

Her voice was low and menacing as she spoke through grit teeth.]

I wasn't done with you yet, Tyler.

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[Given the abuse his head had taken that day, it wasn't hard for Meth to turn him. He looked down at her, chin raised an inch as his confident nature demanded.]

I've never taken well to being ordered around. Besides, there are things to do, places to burn. You're all so god damn attached to this ship.

[He spoke with an air of smug.]

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[That was the wrong thing to say. In an instant Meth's temper, which had been steadily slipping out of her grasp, escaped entirely. Meth didn't often lay her hands on passengers in anger when they weren't restrained. It was a bit of extra caution she'd learned to employ the hard way. However, Meth's moods and emotions were a bit less clear-cut at the moment.

Laying her hands at his shoulders, she walked Tyler backwards toward the wall. This time she didn't seem inclined to try and shove his head through the wall. She slid one hand up behind his neck to yank his head down closer until they were nose to nose.

Meth hissed her words practically, still holding Tyler against the wall with one hand at his shoulder. Her hair dripped down in front of her face, but she seemed beyond caring.]

You listen to me. This crew that's ordering you around, and this ship you think is fun to burn? It's the only thing between you and an unexpected and painful death.

[Meth darted in then, and while her lips touched Tyler's, it was her teeth that she led

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[If only she knew what he was really achieving that night. Not only was Tyler succeeding in distracting a crew member, he was also getting more than his fair share of attention.

His reply was cut off by the angry half kiss. Involuntarily, Tyler leaned towards her, making a sound of pain and enjoyment as he went. The blood spilled easily, seeping at a slow but constant pace. His hands found her hips, intent of dragging her to him whether she wanted to go or not.

Tyler's mouth didn't leave hers, nor did he try to free himself from her bite. Rather, the man sought to deepen whatever it was that they had happening.]

[metharchy]

[Tyler was lucky Meth didn't know, or she'd be knocking him out and stuffing him in a locker so fast his head might spin off entirely.

As it was, with Meth ignorant of the situation, which meant Tyler's hands weren't flying up to smack him on the face due to Meth's tampering. This time, she let his hands stay on her hips, and even let herself enjoy it for a moment. Meth's teeth parted, releasing their grip on his lip, and she slid the tip of her tongue over it.

The moment she tasted blood, she groaned into his mouth.

An instant later, she shoved away from Tyler. Head lowered, Meth glared at him, and angrily swept her wet hair out of her face. She didn't have to look over to the elevator buttons to use her power to press the up button. The doors opened immediately with a chime.]

Now get the fuck off my deck.

[Not wanting to chance that he'd disobey, Meth lifted him a few inches off the ground, and lowered him only once he'd been moved into the elevator.]

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[Her power would wind up being her savior, at least in matters involving Tyler Durden. He had been going to rebel, but her method of forcing him otherwise combined with that little sound she'd made when she'd licked his lip was enough to deter him.

For now.

With a smug grin, Tyler leans on the elevator wall and mashes a random floor.]

Until next time.

[He gives her a lazy salute and the doors slide shut.]