chicome. this is not funny.

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[Video: Good afternoon, Barge! There's one pissed-off Goddess staring at you all. She looks like she might have just spent the last hour or so trying to kill someone without success.]

Every time I leave him... [Camera pans and there's a brief glimpse of a sulking Time Lord.] Every time I walk away, I fall to the floor. I am pulled to the floor.

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[some_go_mad]

[The Master sneers at her from the weight bench he's planted himself on-the hangover faded out yesterday, but now he has a nasty black eye and long ragged scratch marks on his bare arms-he slipped out of his hoodie when the hood had proven too much of a quit-grabbing-that-fuck-get-off liability, and is now in just a red t-shirt with a white design. He supports English football, apparently.]

And I want you attached to me. A primitive, ex-dismemberment victim with a god complex.

[He pokes at the scratches. He hopes she isn't poisonous.]

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[leadsthestars]

[Coyolxauhqui just turns around and hisses at him. It's like he wants her to pick up a weight and throw it at his head.]

No one speaks to me in such a way. You will desist. And....your head is shaped like an egg.

[Yeah, she went there. The Goddess doesn't really know what else to say or what else to really do with him. She doesn't sit though - she's still too busy staring daggers at him.]

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[some_go_mad]

[He almost does. Fights are a good way to take someone's measure, and Xauhqui's measure, so far, is lightly clothed and brutally creative. The black eye came from the totally unexpected use of a medicine ball as a blunt-trauma weapon. You're supposed to throw balls at people. Not bash them in the eye socket with them.]

[That last insult gets her an 'oh, please' look.]

So sorry, no. I don't take orders from myths. Try again when you're a real girl.

[And he's going to shuck off his shirt because his writer is shallow, because he's got a few more abrasions and bruises and wants to see the extent of the damage.]

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[leadsthestars]

[At first Coyolxauhqui's only staring to admire her own handiwork. The scratches are her favorite part, though she had been hoping for a little more blood than that. She just hadn't expected him to fight back, and she's always had trouble with killing people who are fighters.

You sacrifice the fighters later; you never kill them outright.]

I am as real as you are.

[And he's looking fairly real there, egg-shaped head and all. She reaches out to give one of his bruises a little poke.]

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[thegooddrjones]

Coyo, are you alright?

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[leadsthestars]

Is this the flood? We are unable to remove ourselves from imbeciles?

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[thegooddrjones]

It looks like it from the journals.

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[leadsthestars]

[Insert lots and lots of Nahuatl curses here]