wolfishsurvivalist | ✖ thirty-eighth trauma//Telephone

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✖ thirty-eighth trauma//Telephone - Audio✖

Hey, Dante! Do you want me coming to help you find Rubi?

[A slight pause, Mika's chewing her lip.]

Oh, and by the way, your not!girlfriend from home is here now. Thought I'd let you know. Try not to get shot in the face, okay?

((ooc: Backdated to Lady's arrival because sobsob I didn't think of this sooner))

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[Picking up with a grunt-- what the hell? NO ONE CALLS HIM.]

What? Mika-- shit. You keep your rear end right where it is. Forest ain't a good idea.

[Oh. And one more thing.]

Now what's this 'bout a girlfriend?

Look, I know it's stupid but I managed to make it out of there in one piece before, you know.

[She rubs her face, her head aching.]

Your not!girlfriend. Lady thinks you hid Kalina Ann and is threatening to tear the second floor apart. Try not to get shot in the face.

I'll make sure Mika stays safe.

[Meaning that if Mika goes out, she's going with her.]

I am so glad you two have so much faith in me.

I meant that if you went out, I'd go with you. I'm not going to force you to stay in the apartment.

[She covers the phone receiver with her hand, sighing a little.]

I know, it's just...I dunno. I feel like I'm not very good at helping when people really need it.

You're not the only one.

Hey, at least you have combat training.

Some good it does me against ghosts.

Nobody can stand up against the ghosts.

Possessed people, on the other hand...that you can handle.

I'm going to give you some lessons.

Well, Rubi tried that, but she did it with guns. I still flinch from the sound.

No guns, hand to hand.

Sounds like a plan, but I've got a low pain tolerance, so I apologize in advance.

This will hurt, but you'll get stronger.

I know, I just can't stand the hurting thing.

Buddy system. Works every time.

Lady? Lady?

Anyone ever tell you you're crap at dropping bombshells? When the hell did she get here?

[Never mind the muttering about 'always getting shot in the face'.]

Just now, Dante. She just got here.

Hey, I never shot you in the face, alright? At least you haven't gotten skewered with your own sword while you've been here.

[Oh, god, can you hear him with his face in his hands? No? Probably a good thing.]

Just my luck. [AND ONE OF THESE DAYS? He's going to actually ask you how you know these things, Mika. One of these days.]

I'm...shit, I don't even know what I'll be doing, but I'll be around if you need me. I have to run a copy of my archived notes up to her anyway.

[She's rubbing her forehead, trying to get her thoughts organized because really? She's kind of nervous about trooping over to Lady's room with a wad of papers and doesn't want to get shot.]

Where the hell did my hoodie go?

Better you than me. [Because he doesn't want to face her right this second, not with Rubi to take care of, and, you know, the idea that he might actually get skewered in the first place.

Mika's a big girl and can handle herself, right?]

I'll catch up with her when I get back.

Personally I'm hoping she doesn't flip her shit like the last demon hunter I ran into. I nearly got pumped full of buckshot on the stairwell. Let me tell you how exciting that was.

[Her sarcasm is thick enough that you could cut it with a knife.]

Wasn't I supposed to come with you or something when you went looking for Rubi?

About that, Tough Cookie: trust me, better that you don't. Besides.

She ain't gonna shoot you. At you, maybe...

[Oh, yeah, that's comforting. :/]

I seem to recall being one of the few who've come out of that forest alive.

Dante, you do realize that some people don't have inhuman reflexes, right? Not everyone's an action hero in these apartments.

Just trust me, will ya? Eesh. Women.

Hey, someone has to be the token skeptic around here, right?

[At least she sounds like she's smiling, and a faint sound of a tail wagging.]

[Muuuuuch better. Rather not have Mika in a bad mood.]

Hey, have I ever steered you wrong?

Hmmmm...can't say! I don't think you've taken me anywhere.

[The cheeky comment slides out before she can stop herself, but she's a little distracted. Paper rustles as she's flipping through her notes, making sure she's got everything before dashing upstairs.]

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✖ thirty-eighth trauma//Telephone - Audio✖

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[at least she doesn't call him in the club |3c]

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