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

[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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You goin' around killing people? Lopping heads off, drinking blood, eating people alive?

Not yet. Been busy gettin' my drink on.

Yeah, well- when you start, get back to me.

Y'know, Dean, the nerds got a saying about rolling for initiative. I mean, if you really wanna wait until after I end up killin' a buncha people, I guess that's your call, but you might wanna talk to Maketh about that 'fore you make up your mind.

Last thing i'm gonna do is start askin' for permission, but what, you're tellin' me you are planning on it? Mass murder monster spree?

Who fuckin' knows? [She shrugs.] I'm a monster, ain't I? 'Swhat monsters do.

This woe is me monster crap? Isn't a good enough reason to hunt you down.

I don't see any fuckin' woe 'round here, pal, and if I did, it wouldn't be on me.

Sorry, but the full on drunken broadcast? Tryin' to call me out to do you in like some sorta suicide by cop dance off? It's not happening.

[Nick laughs loudly - too high, too sharp.]

Pal, if you're a cop, then I'm the fuckin' Queen of England.

[ Uh huh. ]

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Listen, I hate to break it to you, but you prob'ly couldn't kill me even if you did try. I've been shot in the head once already, and it didn't help.

Whole lotta ways to skin a cat.

Meow, motherfucker.

[ THE HEAVIEST OF SIGHS. ]

You're the one who's deadset on this shit, don't come after me for it.

I ain't dead set on anything, asshole.

[Except, you know. Drinking herself unconscious. Which she's falling behind on, whoops. Time for another drink.]

You're the one who said you're some bigshot monster-hunter, if you don't give a shit, then I don't either.

Sure you don't.

Look, you can't yell about how you don't want anything t'do with me and then turn around and act like you got me all fuckin' figured out. Doesn't work that way.

Who the hell's been yellin' about not wanting anything to do with someone? Last I remember, you were the one wantin' me to stay away from you. Unless I got that conversation backwards.

Huh?

[... Oh. Right. She did say that, didn't she.]

Whatever, man, don't try to turn this all 'round on me.

Yeah, cause that'd just be a dick move.

People are dicks.

[Shrug.]

Why would I expect anything different?

And believe me, I didn't say that I wasn't the biggest of 'em all. [ That's totally not a dick joke. Totally. ]

But don't call me out on live TV expecting a rumble and then complain when i'm not interested in footing the bill. You want me to kill you, you give me a damn good reason other than whatever the one your drink's been offering.

[Nick is so incredibly mature, she responds with an exaggerated, loud yawn.]

You done lecturing me now, Professor?

[ Oh whatever, he's done. He's got better things to do (no he doesn't, he's so bored here he's going to jam something sharp and pointy into his eyes YOU PEOPLE ARE SUCH A STRUGGLE.) ]

You called me out, don't be surprised when you're bitched out.

[ he's hangin' up now. ]

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