eachdraidh | (Unseelie Locked) AUDIO

[Good evening one, good evening all. We hope this embarrassing domestic dispute does not disturb.

Paloma doesn't consider herself a vengeful ghost. Conflict is a thing to avoid, not draw nearer to, not attract outside attention to. It's a private matter. Publicizing the enraged screaming of one Edward Hyde is unseemly and regrettable; something must be terribly wrong.

The sound on the locket kicks in mid-tirade. A man is hollering.]

--right mind moves a pile of shit halfway across the world for some petty prank?! Disgusting, worthless harlot! You had better hope that your body is never returned or I will be the one to rip out your throat and stuff it down the hole that remains.

[The (bad, thoughtless, petty, ill-advised, heartbreak-fueled) plan was to keep her mouth shut and let him shout himself hoarse, but Paloma cannot resist the target he's made.]

Call me anything you want. I haven't done what you've done. You're like a child playing with LEGOS. [He won't know what those are. She doesn't care, she's too butt-inflamed.] 'Oh, I'll take off a piece and... put it back where I got it!' Bodies don't work like building blocks! Listen to you. Who's frightened? Tell me you'll carve your name into my liver and feed my guts up my asshole. You've said worse. Go for it. Just go for it.

[There's some incoherent screeching, profanities and hateful noise, and then a thud near the source of the broadcast - something thrown across the room, hits the wall, and falls to the floor. (A shoe full of shit.)] I would rather the other way around, seeing as you are so partial to spreading fecal misery all around the place - why not give you what you so desire? After all, you do so seem to love taking it in your mouth already, you must have a fetish for refuse of all kinds!

Did you-- you did, you just called yourself a shithead! [Laughing bitterly. She hasn't begun to be ashamed of this broadcast, but she will be, and shortly.] There are names for selfish, faithless, unreliable, fish-licking poxed thieves like you in Srathmarbh, but why waste time when we can just say 'Edward Hyde'!

[Gods all bless, the feed ends.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I must give you credit, miss, you have far too much patience for this dolt.

Oh, thank you, but--

If that was true, I wouldn't have shared... this. He doesn't deserve the attention and I should know better.

Unfortunately, sometime those types find attention one way or the other.

[ TL;DR men are weird. ]

And sometimes we help them along in ways we shouldn't?

Sometimes. Especially when there's something involved for us.

[She doesn't know this one, but Paloma likes her direct way of things. It is appreciated, today.]

The trick is not to let them make us crazier than we already are.

Would that not depend on who you're dealing with?

Who, and how often they're dealt with. Yes.

It can help to find out what satisfies them and do the opposite.

[They both know the 'them' in this hypothetical scenario.]

It sounds as if your work is cut out for you. But you sound as if you know what's best.

That's the most flattering thing I've heard all day.

Have we... met? I'm Paloma.

Quite frankly, if I was in your position, he would have a knife through his head.

[ Said cheerfully as possible for Alice. ]

My name is Alice Liddell.`

Oh. [That was very suddenly violent. Not in and of itself a shocking thing, but she hadn't expected it out of this nice talk. Ah, well.]

Mine is Paloma. Vasquez, if we're talking surnames. Are you already aware of Edward's... proclivities?

He attacked one of my children and myself.

[ Alice almost once wants to venture the guess that they could be involved? That would be presumptuous. ]

[Even though Alice can't see it, of course, Hyde rolls his eyes, and the action is clear enough in his tone of voice.]

Well, she may not have your paper thin berserk trigger, although I hardly think that is deserving of praise.

[ Berserk trigger? She's not sure what he means; maybe, perhaps, he's seen her in the battlefield from a year ago? Her memories are fuzzy when she is in hysteria. ]

I don't know what you're referring to.

Of course you do. Unless you would call it by a different name, though I am certain even so that you are fully aware.

It is not something to be ashamed of in the least, naturally.

[So maybe he's jumping on any opportunity to try to get the upper leg on all this, what of it. Sorry Alice.]

[ She barely remembers. She's wracking her mind trying to find that voice, that memory. It's such a sore nerve that she doesn't really recall or understand what he means.

But if it had been an instance where she had gone berserk, it would have been good reason. She doesn't really regret that, she only regrets she doens't remember it. ]

If I knew what you are referring to what to be ashamed of.

Come now, it was only a month past. Surely you remember me - Berserker? Ah, 'Doctor Jekyll', I should say.

[ Doctor? Oh, god, it's worse than she thought. She knew there was a reason she disliked him so much. ]

I recall you.

[ She says tersely, feeling her anger starting to rise. She still doesn't remember and she's learned talking about emotions and memories around a doctor was always a bad thing. Like she's going to come out and say she doesn't remember, so she decides to roll with it. ]

I do what I must to protect myself, doctor.

As well you should.

[A more playful note enters his voice, the tone of someone who thinks he's winning something. What exactly, who knows really, but it doesn't matter, all he needs is to feel superior in some way. Whether it's over Alice or his other half doesn't matter either.]

I am no doctor, however, save that title for later.

[ She's already on the defensive, unfortunately. She hates doctors. Hates them. It doesn't matter if he calls himself "Berserker" -- after all, is she really any better? ]

I'm not in the mood for games, doctor, so whatever it is you're getting at, come out with it.

There is nothing I mean to get at but precisely what I've said. There is no degree in the name of Edward Hyde; do not call me doctor, for I simply am not.

[What's so difficult to understand.]

Or have you been under the impression you've been dealing with a simple and kind doctor all this time?

I am not deluded in the idea of believing in the idea of a kind doctor.

[ She nearly spits it as she says it. ]

Is that it, then? Then I'll wear my berserk trigger proudly if it means to keep you away.

Unfortunately it wouldn't in the least. I quite enjoy it, in fact, it is an utterly attractive quality. I should like to think I wear mine rather proudly myself, after all.

Still, please do. Never feel shame for what you are, lest you become some 'kind doctor'. A concept you are certainly right to have no faith in.

Don't flatter yourself; it doesn't matter to me what you are. Don't come back here -- it's only by stupid luck that you're speaking now.

[ If she hasn't had any recollection of him and what she did, she knows it was excessive. ]

voice;

cagedinflesh - 2015-07-02 04:40 (UTC) - Expand

digophelia - 2015-07-02 04:45 (UTC) - Expand

cagedinflesh - 2015-07-02 04:55 (UTC) - Expand

digophelia - 2015-07-02 05:12 (UTC) - Expand

(Unseelie Locked) AUDIO

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

: voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;

voice;