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[At any time when they are not in the hot seat, PARTICIPATING MEMBERS may slip away to their dressing room. It's small and comfortable, with seats for everyone, and water. Otherwise, it's bare.]

[They will not be permitted to stay in the room when they are up on the hot seat.]

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[STANDING IN FRONT OF THE KIDS PROTECTIVELY.]

I wouldn't.

...

[He tightens up.]

Don't do this.

I could say the same to you. You still have time to turn back.

[ she's trying to do that same damn thing. ]

Actually, you're with me.

[huh. His expression is still tight, but he nods]

....

I see.

You're gonna want to sit down.

I'd rather stand.

[fight me Jay]

[ no harm in trying. her jaw tenses, a tendon standing out up the side of her neck, and then loosens again.

she touches the knife on her belt. ]

Take the coat off, then.

How thoughtful of you.

[his voice is cold and hard, but sure, he does it.]

What are your pendant powers?

[ she touches her cross next. ] Why? Gonna make me use 'em?

No.

[jerks his head towards the youngins] I don't want them to see this. You can do that much, can't you?

In exchange for my cooperation.

[ her eyes flick to the side—and then she has to yank them back, like she's been burned. if he weren't blind, he'd be able to see it. Stretch went and fucked her glasses up. ]

I'm gonna need your cooperation anyway.

[ there's this strange note of penitence to her voice when she says it. a shadow hanging on that makes every word more gravelly than usual. ]

Will you, or won't you?

[because he has no patience for this bullshit.]

[ she doesn't answer. a minute, or two. all other conversation in the room suddenly ceases. are you happy now? ]

Stand still.

[ without waiting, she steps up into his space; he'll be able to hear her, and eventually almost feel her. she's very close. ]

[He relaxes, a fraction of an inch. Not even that.]

[And yeah. Behind his glasses, he'd be staring her down if he could see, but as it is, he's still, fists tensed at his side. Sure, he's not going to fight, but he's not exactly going to make this pleasant.]

[YOUR MOVE, CHUCKLES]

[ the knife is hot in her hand. it's one thing to lay into somebody who did the devil's work to deserve it, but none of the kids in this room did a goddamn thing but keep shit on the down-low, and not even this guy could have much of anything on him yet, not like the mooks back home would.

right now it's her tearing a strip off people who can't actually stop her, even if they're trying like hell.

Wolfwood brings her arm up and makes to stab it deep into his upper arm, fast, hard, no preamble now that it's actually down to the doing. ]

[He definitely doesn't remember the amount of beatings he's had in his life. He doesn't have his enhanced pain tolerance. But if there's one thing about Murdocks, they can take one hell of a beating, memories or skills or no.]

[So yeah, he grunts loudly when stabbed, gritting his teeth to keep it from being an outright scream, and his arm jerks reflexively, but otherwise, nothing. He doesn't even move defensively, or aggressively, as much as he might like to. She respected the one thing he asked of her, so, he can do that much.]

[But wow, does his face ever contort in pain and anger.]

[ you're very manly and we're all impressed.

without waiting for him to make up his mind on which way he wants to wield that anger, she pulls the blade with a sick, slick sound.

right about now she'd take just about anything else. a knife is intimate. she prefers having a couple yarz of dead air between herself and who she's taking it out on. that ain't how these Echoes play, though—and he'd figured she'd been feeding him a load.

in a mutter, ] Doesn't seem so far-fetched now, am I right?

Edited (JUST KIDDING) 2015-11-28 08:24 (UTC)

[It's like looking into a genderbent mirror, isn't it]

[He grunts louder when it comes out, snatching his jacket and instinctively pressing it against the wound. Huh, odd, how'd a blind guy do that so swiftly...?]

[If she could see his face behind the glasses properly, she might be able to see it darkening. Maybe she can see bits of it, regardless. Yeah, he'd thought it was bullshit. Somehow, it didn't seem possible.]

[And yet, here they are.]

....

[And all at once, he feels that anger bubbling up from nowhere, his voice going deeper and rougher. It's a reaction, completely instinctive, and even he doesn't know where exactly it's coming from.]

You can tell your boss that I'm coming for her.

[stop Batmaning, Matt]

[ hackles automatically raising, as though some part of her, intrinsic and deeper than logical thought, is expectant of some kind of blow leveled at her, an outlet to vent through, the outlet that bitch Nyssa probably would get a real kick outta people like him taking. ain't that how it goes?

'course, he doesn't do a damn thing to lash back at her, and she feels her mouth do a funny twist. hadn't figured he would.

makes it worse, somehow, acceptance. ]

Don't remember bein' hired by anybody.

[There's definite adrenaline running through his veings; head pounding, and yet, the inaction makes it worse. There's some part of him that wants to fight her, that bubbling anger just beneath the surface.]

[But he doesn't move, other than holding the jacket to his wound. Doesn't bother with the pretenses, either.]

You know exactly what I mean.

[ could be she full well does, but that hot-cold feeling of being lumped together with that she-devil makes her buck against it the whole way. ]

Get in line.

[ wanting to lay into these Echoes—he ain't special. ]

[he doesn't need the line, he can jump it and take her on himself!!!]

She'll get what's coming to her.

[Ooooh, scary.]

Edited 2015-12-18 22:56 (UTC)

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