fourth; video (trouble seldom sees what she leaves behind, there's a typhoon blowin')

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[Oddly enough, this broadcast doesn't seem to have anything wrong with it - just a video feed of Nick sitting slouched at Delight's bar with a half-empty glass in front of her, and it's clear from the slur of her words that it wasn't her first.]

Hey! Hadriel. All'a you. Listen, I got somethin' to say, if y'all can take five seconds to quit your shitposting and listen to someone else for a change.

[She pauses to take a sip of her drink and grins sharply into the camera.]

Shitposting - that's what you kids these days are callin' it, right? [She laughs.] See, Chris? Even Grandma here can pick up on the new hip lingo sometimes!

[There's something dark and unfriendly in her words, despite the too-tight smile stretched across her face. Nick waves her hand, a silent whatever. That isn't what she really wants to say.]

The point, dear Hadriel, is this: I hate you. All'a you. Yeah, Emily, that's right - you ain't anythin' special! 'Cause I hate everyone here. Y'all are the single worst thing that's ever happened to me, and believe me, that a fuckin' accomplishment and a half.

[Nick pauses again to take another drink, expression sharpening as the grin fades from her face.]

See, I thought the worst thing that ever happened to me was my dad dyin' when I was a kid. Shit, did that ever suck beyond the tellin' of it. And then, y'know, I thought havin' to live with my shitball mother for the next ten years, that was at least as bad, if not worse. But hey, I survived that. I had one friend in that shithole town I grew up in, an' we both survived it, together, an' we left that shithole town, together, and then after a buncha years of stickin' together in the city, you know what that fucker did?

[She laughs, a high-pitched, hysterical sound that's anything but funny.]

He fuckin' friend-broke up with me! Can you believe that shit? Man. Surely that was the worst thing to ever happen to me, right? But no - wait, it gets better.

[She leans in to the camera and drops her voice, conspiratorial, like she's divulging a secret - which she is.]

So I went on one of those great American roadtrips, right? And I ended up in fucking Canada. And hey, fuck Canada - right Chris? Because in fuckin' Canada, that's where I Became a Nightbane.

[Nick pulls both hands up for the camera in a silent, sarcastic ta-da gesture.]

That's right! Uh, what's your name - Dean, wasn't it? Yeah. Y'ain't gotta go crawlin' through the caves to find a monster, 'cause guess what? [She points at herself.] I'm sittin' right the fuck here.

[The grin reappears on her face, looking more like an angry baring of her teeth than a proper smile.]

So congratu-fuckin'-lations, Hadriel - that is what all you beat out for the honor of bein' the absolute fuckin' worst thing that's ever happened to me. Give yourselves a big fuckin' pat on the back. Cheers.

[Nick raises her glass in a mock-toast and throws back the rest of her drink, then reaches over to kill the feed. She'll definitely regret this in the morning, if not sooner.]

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Then don't say stupid fuckin' shit like it's not fair to hate everyone.

[Nick pitches her voice in a high, mocking tone as she repeats Jo's words, then rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her new, fresh drink.]

And you're callin' me an idiot. Christ.

[knifecollecting]

You're acting like an idiot, I'm just calling it like I see it.

[Shitfits should be limited in scope to the bar they happen in.]

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I'm actin' like an idiot?

[She scoffs loudly and takes another sip of her drink.]

Yeah, you must be new here. Y'ain't seen nothin' yet, princess.

[knifecollecting]

You can keep saying that, but it's not true. [Jo barely resists rolling her eyes.]

Good luck with your life if this is how you deal with shit.

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[She laughs loudly, but it's not an entirely funny laugh.]

It's been workin' fine for me so far. But hey, since you seem to think you're some kinda fuckin' expert, you just wait until after you've been buried alive or attacked by wendigos or whatever bullshit these asshole decide to pull next and then come tell me I'm an idiot.

[knifecollecting]

Yeah? Wait until it's a serial killing ghost and tell me life is hard. [She rolls her eyes now, laughing quietly.]

That's my life. Monsters are everywhere and I take care of them. I don't get to cry over it. [So, yeah. Jo won't say it, but she isn't impressed at all.]

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[What she says about taking care of monsters - something about that triggers an alarm bell in Nick's head. Hadn't Dean said something to that effect when she came across him a bloody mess outside the caves?]

So - what, you're some kinda professional monster hunter too?

[knifecollecting]

[Too. The girl had mentioned Dean, hadn't she?]

Yeah. I am.

cw misogynistic slur

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[Figures. Doesn't it just fucking figure that a place like this would pull in monster hunters as well as monsters? Nick might laugh, except it's just not funny at all. Instead, she just sneers at the camera.]

Well, bitch, what are you waiting for? You know where I am. [Obviously it's the bar.] I ain't hidin' anymore.

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[knifecollecting]

[Jo instinctively frowns. The girl, or woman, really, had said she was a Nightbane, but Jo had never heard of it.

She didn't know how to kill her, even if she really wanted to. She wasn't sure it would be a good idea to try.]

I'm waiting for you to be dangerous. [...That would sound right, right? To anyone who didn't know Hunters.]

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[Nick does laugh this time, an ugly sound accompanied by a sharp-toothed smile.]

Well, I'm guessin' y'ain't gonna hafta wait too long.

[knifecollecting]

We'll see.

[Jo doubts it.]

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Oh, I'm bettin' you'll get a fuckin' eyefull.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo shrugs.]

Good luck with your hangover.

[bekommen]

It's cute that you're pretending to care, really.

[knifecollecting]

Oh, I don't care. It's just a saying. [She's hanging up now.]