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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

[There's not a single second's pause before he begins to laugh, long and hard and entirely mocking.]

Oh, how terrifying. You know the strength of a Heroic Spirit, particularly those of my class. I was simply bored of it. But I will be seeing you again, Miss Liddell, and your children too, I'm sure.

[ Alice lets out a sharp breath, as if she's about to snarl at him. She's shaking, she can't think straight. All of it's snowballed -- too much at once. Weeks depriving herself of sleep and working herself up in anxiety. She feels like she's going to lose her mind. ]

DO NOT COME NEAR THEM!!

[ Alice has a temper on her, but she hardly ever shouts. ]

I don't care what you are, I'll kill you!

[It does seem that she means it, yet it serves to do nothing more than amuse him. Because Edward Hyde is a cocky asshole.]

Of course you will. I look forward to it.

No.

[ Her composure is starting to fray; Alice's voice becomes brittle and shaky. While he can't see it, that's all she needs to start pulling her own hair. She swears she'll do it, she's not particularly careful with her own self when she loses her composure, when people she deeply cares for are threatened. Fists slammed against hard surface to bruise herself, Alice is starting to feel like the same cornered, feral girl in the asylum years ago. It doesn't matter of he's not there, it sets her off well enough to where she's starting to break things.

Alice is losing it, growling in her anger and her frustration that she can't do more. ]

Shut up.

[ Just a warning- no, it's not good enough. Alice raises her voice, letting the vorpal blade out, as if she's expecting him to just. Appear. ]

Shut up! SHUT UP!

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