01 | voice

[cashlin]

Hey, gang! Hope some of you didn't get maimed-slash-dismembered over the last couple weeks. [stated as breezily as ever, way to go lilith.]

Got a PSA for you all. I know alcohol sounds pretty great, especially after the wendigo crap, but don't drink the stuff in the restaurants without checking it first. I got lucky with the first one I tried-- sorta tasted like a fruit cocktail kind of thing-- but one time a bottle got knocked out of my hands and it dissolved through the floor. So, uh. Yeah.

Also, does anybody else have guns around here? Are you restocking your ammo at all or are you just... rationing it out? I've been trying to look around the armory but every weapon there's of the stabby variety. That's great and all, but you can't shoot swords out of a shotgun.

[... no one tell her.]

That's it for now. Lilith, out.

Comments

[cashlin]

Yeah? Gimme something to shoot and I'll show you. If there's anything I wouldn't joke about, it's cool guns.

[cashlin]

Nothing that I'd be able to point out on sight. Sorry. But it was definitely green.

[Lilith meanders over to the wall, searching, before she takes one off the wall, smiling.]

They're not: this one, I'm pretty sure, was the one I drank last time. Though we might wanna test it, just in case I'm wrong: don't want us to get dissolved just for a drink.

[cashlin]

you're putting the bullets in the wrong direction.
Imagine: my friends, WITH bullets. to use.

nobody dies, and we all get the joy of shooting things! Perfect.

[mismanagement]

[So all they have to go on is 'green'. Maketh eyes the wall up and down. There must be a dozen green bottles. That's going to take a long time to work through.

She smiles a little at Lilith, though. Just a little.] No, I imagine that would be unpleasant. Could you tell what kind of alcohol it was?

[cashlin]

[She shakes her head.]

I doubt any of this is normal liquor, but it almost tasted like it? Smooth and a little sweet like the fancy crap they used to sell for an arm and a leg on Dionysus, but kicks like the poison a Psycho would try to pawn off on you on Pandora.

[She'd tried it with Mordecai once. She's still trying to figure out whether it was a good or a bad life choice.]

It didn't liquefy me, so it's a start, at least.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh considers that. She's not picky when it comes to alcohol. True, she'd much prefer something decent - brandy, for instance - but she could compromise.] It's a start. Better than moonshine, at least.

[That stuff would probably liquefy your insides just as fast as the acid.]

[smited]

Your powers?

[cashlin]

they're very complicated, but tl;dr? I'm good at very precisely blowing shit up

easier to demonstrate than explain really.

[smited]

With or without the aid of some form of weaponry?

video;

[cashlin]

[Okay, now she's just going to show off. Lilith clicks the video feed on, props it up in front of her on her apartment's table, and... begins to demonstrate.]

Without.

[She grins rakishly and extends her arm: her hand's enveloped in a wavering aura of rippling purple-and-blue energy.]

Pretty sick, right?

[foundafamily]

Serious?

[Well... it sounds to him like it'd just blow up, but if she's offering proof...]

You bet I wanna see. Can I see you shoot at something in the caves or whatever?

[cashlin]

Yes, the caves! Might as well kill two rakk with one stone and get some meat while we're at it.

[It's 100% possible that she's more excited about this than Firo is.]

Meet you there! Red hair, cool tats-- hard to miss me.

[hopecanruinyou]

I'm not sure if I can promise that? [he's pretty sure his powers don't extend to drinks that have gone off, anyway.]

But if you do wind up drinking poisoned wine I can help you out with that.

[cashlin]

[...hmmm.]

Help how? I didn't peg you for a doctor. [or a "doctor", even.] Got something else up your sleeves, kiddo?

[foundafamily]

[He's glad this is only on voice, because he's positively grinning when she accepts. This'll be interesting.]

...Yeah, I'll keep an eye out for you.

[He doesn't have any distinguishing features that can compete with that for noticeability.

With that, he clicks off the device and races off for the cave entrance.]

[ooc: Move to action or leave it here?]

[cashlin]

Welp. We've either got a drink or a weapon, here, sooo... [The bottle hasn't got a cork on it-- rather, it's a screw cap-- so Lilith opens it without much ado and peers tentatively into the neck of the bottle from. Doesn't smell weird, isn't currently burning her eyes out: things are looking fairly positive.

She glances away her very scientific examination of the wine/poison and back up at Maketh.]

I'm about... 70% sure that this is just booze. I think. We could try to get a monster to drink a bunch of these to tell 'em all apart? See which one kills it?

[mismanagement]

That would take too long. [And assumes that the monsters are intelligent enough to understand the purpose of bottles in the first place. Maketh frowns, then begins unbuckling her belt. She sets the sword and sheath down on the counter.] If it burns this, it's a weapon.

[If not, it's probably booze. Probably.]

[hybridification]

I'm pretty sure that shooting things

[Namely, him]

makes them die. I mean, don't quote me on that, but that's just a rumor I've heard.

[cashlin]

[The weapons clatter onto the bar, and Lilith frowns, too. The new equipment's momentarily reminded her of... whatever unknown thing had gone down over the last few weeks, and how she's taking steps to ignore it as long as she can.

Push it away, Lilith. Back to the mysterious liquid.] You sure? This stuff looks brand new. As brand new as you can get down here. Don't wanna ruin it if you've only just got it. What about your old one?

[Weapons should always be kept in tip-top shape. It's an innocent enough question in her head; it doesn't occur to her how loaded it could possibly be until the words have already left Lilith's lips.]

Um-- shit.

[cashlin]

perceptive, give the man an award

For a guy who works for a weapons dealer you sure are skittish around them.

[hopecanruinyou]

Uh, yeah. Healing powers, mostly.

[mismanagement]

Do you think I'm a fool? [It comes out much sharper than intended. Maketh's eyes are hard, tone punishing. She jerks her belt free from the sheath.] Do I look like someone who would waste resources? Burn the damn belt.

[cashlin]

[The sudden coldness nearly startles her, so, naturally, Lilith snaps right back, frustrated and on the defensive at last.]

You're no fool, but you are acting like a real asshole! [She returns Maketh's harsh look, and her tattoos briefly flicker the same color as her eyes as soon as her voice hitches in volume.] What the hell is your problem?

[She doesn't break eye contact until after she's splashed some of the liquid on the belt: it begins to bubble after several seconds, though it's not especially clear whether it's eating at the leather or if it'd simply been.]

There, I ruined your goddamn belt.

[mismanagement]

[The flash of color is cause for concern. She remembers it from when Lilith first demonstrated her power. Now she's flexing. Reminding everyone what she can do, as if Maketh could ever forget.

Maketh holds her ground, face going hard.] Show off to someone who cares. I'm going to test the rest of them.

[Every goddamn bottle if she has to.]

[cowardley]

Or we go vegetarian. [ it's not like they have livestock. gosh, that would be nice. a couple of chickens and cows could do wonders here. ] That's kind of what I'm doing.