[08] [Voice; English]

[phasebitchin]

Heeeey.

[Lilith is pretending her tantrum the other week never happened, judging by the saccharine, facetious quality to her voice. She's also been knocking back one, but not enough to affect motor skills just yet.]

Plenty of ornery bastards on this stupid boat. Who's up for a round?

[She contemplates cracking the mirror again from the comfort

Comments

Oh hai I saw a certain tag...

[defiant_rage]

Hmm? You desire a rematch? I like ones that put up a fight.

[Chuckle.]

i have no idea what you're talking about

[phasebitchin]

[Lilith refuses to think too much about the mixture of defiance, apprehension and resentment that pops out at his answer. There's no way of getting around the fact that Ripa kicked her ass, and hell YES she wants another fight, but the shadow of that humiliation casts a shadow over her bloodthirstiness. At the same time, it amplifies it.

She hisses at him, but it turns into a giggle.]

You might have gotten a lucky shot or two in before, but my head is on straight, buddy.

You are goin' down.

[defiant_rage]

[Ripa's lips peel back into an ugly grin. Not that he'd ever admit it, but his appreciation for Lilith's defiance and bloodthirsty tendencies easily rivals the frustration she causes him.]

Excellent. Where and when shall we do this?

[phasebitchin]

Anytime, anywhere.

[It's GO TIME, Ripa! Do not expect her to play fair.]

[tachikhromatic]

Ooh! Ooh! Pick me!

[phasebitchin]

[....WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU KIDDING COME ON REDD WHAT IS WITH THE PSYCHO BRATS]

Um, you're a kid? So no.

[tachikhromatic]

Hey, I'm not a child! Just because my voice is high-pitched, it doesn't give you license to assume things about my character.

I'll have you know that I've played an integral role in the reproductive process. If anything's a hallmark of being old enough to handle yourself, then producing progeny is!

[phasebitchin]

Uhm.

[Bemusement aside, there are a few things wrong with this argument, so Lilith focuses on those instead of addressing the issue of reproduction among children.]

Sweetie. Unless you have raised these... prooogeny... by your lonesome, and didn't screw THAT up, that means diddly.

I am not fighting you- unless you're a midget?

[dormant_beast]

You are looking to fight?

[Anna is so. Not. A fighter, but she's curious as to what Lilith is doing.]

[phasebitchin]

Hell yeah, babe.

[And Lilith is so not familiar with this thing you call shame. WHY SHOULD SHE BE EMBARRASSED ABOUT WANTING TO INFLICT HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PAIN ON SOMEONE. Gosh.]

[dormant_beast]

Any...reason?

[She doesn't get iiiiiit D: She is so not a fan of pain.]

[phasebitchin]

I like it when they squeal?

[Lilith: comforting since 2010.]

[pimp_hat]

Don't t'ink dat beatin' da piss outta mons be da best way to make friends ladymon.

[phasebitchin]

I don't tink dat how I make friends is any of your business.

[Yeah, Lilith is kind of an asshole. She doesn't actually think his accent is as dumb as she's making it sound, however, and her point lies elsewhere.]

[pimp_hat]

[The troll chuckles. This isn't the first time someone made fun of his accent and it certain;y won't be the last.]

Just sayin' dat pissin' all dem onrey bastards off by wailin' might not be a good idea. Plus joo nevah know whatchu be gettin' joorself into.

[phasebitchin]

I never get in over my head, thanks.

[Liar liar liar. What happened with Ripa, exactly? Nothing that she wants anyone else to know about.]

Are you interested or aren't you? Don't waste my time.