bakerstreet | Argument/Fight Meme

T H I S IS F I G HT CLUB.

Step One: Make a post with who you're offering.
Step Two: Wait for people to post with one of the argument starters.
Step Three: RP based on whatever starter they go with!

"Make me"
"Don't tempt me"
"I hate you"
"You are infuriating"
"Just shut up already"
"That doesn't even make sense"
"Bite me"
"Eat me"
"Kiss my ass"
"Just admit i'm right"
"Just admit you're wrong"
"You are being ridiculous"
"That's irrational"
"Listen to me"
"That's not what I meant and you know it"
"Don't yell at me"
"That's it. End of discussion"
"I don't believe you"
"Don't look at me like that"
"What's with that look?"
"Go away"
"Don't talk to me"
"Do you ever shut up?"
"You're such a loud mouth"
"You shouldn't have said that"
"Fuck you"
"Step on a lego"
"Get bent"
"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you"
"It isn't up for debate"
"Don't question my orders"
"That is the worst idea I've ever heard"
"Who writes your plans, the village idiot?"
"That's mine"
"Give it back"
"Don't touch my stuff"
"That's not yours"
"Just leave already"
"The door is over there"
"I cannot deal with your bullshit right now"
"I have my orders"
"You have your orders"

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"What's with that look?"

"You're - you're a monster, that's what."

[ She's well aware that it's a terrible thing to call your own younger brother but everything that she has done in the past seven hundred years has been to avenge his death. And here he is, alive and well and - and a vampire. The very kind of creature, kind of monster, that she has sworn to hunt. She isn't sure if the fact that he was sired and not murdered changes the way she feels at all. Either way, this creature isn't Christopher anymore. ]

"And you're looking at me as though you want to eat me. Again."

You're as polite as ever.

[He rolls his eyes and lays back down.]

And you'd probably say the same thing if I was vomiting in an alley. Do you ever turn off?

"Just because you're supposedly my brother doesn't mean I won't put a stake in your heart one of these days."

[ She clenches and unclenches her fists, absentmindedly poking the blood transfusion bag that she has begrudgingly stolen for him. She tells herself that it's just this once, and that she's going to kill him next time they meet; that she can't kill him when he's half-dead, it isn't fair. Right. Like that's stopped her before. ]

[He reaches out to snatch the bag from her hand. The threat doesn't scare him. It's not like he'd die from a stake...but does she know? That makes him pause.]

'Supposedly', Danny? Seriously? We've been over this. Or do I have to do some stupid twenty questions?

[He hopes not. He can barely think right now. At least it's not as bad as...last time. Oh well. He has it covered now. He just needs to...Ugh.]

And here I thought you would have gotten nicer with age...

"I brought your sorry arse blood, didn't I?"

[ She snorts, and looks away. He's too weak to take her out; not that he ever could, anyway. All the time growing up she'd been the strong one and he'd been the scrawny little thing that needed her to watch over him. Even if he hadn't thought so - still didn't think so. ]

"I've got a few fucking questions when you're not dying, though, aye."

[ He probably has a few of his own, she supposes begrudgingly. Like why she is still alive, where she got the blood from, and since when she started to speak with an Irish accent. ]

[~~Mostly the Irish thing~~]

Yeah, yeah... Sure. [He waves a shaky hand.] F-Fine. I'll do it.

[He raises the bag to his mouth, looking less like a drug addict and more like a kid with a spoonful of broccoli. Oh, sure, it's tempting, even without the small. But that's a chemical, the effect of a curse. Christopher takes a minute, but soon he chomps down and drains it.]

Mmm-PF- Ha...Hahh...

[He practically spits it out afterwards, hacking and wiping his mouth like he'd just taken a drag from a cigarette. But he's up, and somewhat rosier-cheeked. He looks human now, a human with blood drops dribbling from his lips.]

Fuck. F-Fine. I...I'm up now.

[ She steps further and further back as Chris- the kid drains the sachet of blood, starting intently not at his teeth or his ungodly eyes (she'd rather not think about the fact that she is saving a vampire's life, even if he is Christopher) but instead at the letters on the bag. A+ blood. It had probably been earmarked for someone else, but the blood bank had been heaving and she was certain that if someone was desperate for A+ blood tonight there would be more, or another donation. (She had to keep telling herself that to stave away the guilt that she'd valued a monster's life over a human's.) ]

"Don't expect any more charity, Chris."

[ There's a chain around his ankle - she'd made sure of that first - but she has no idea how strong he'll turn out to be once he's got some blood in him. After all, she knows exactly how old her brother is... He doesn't look as though his sire has been taking good care of him - and that sparks another pang of anger that she tries to force down to some forgotten pit of disgust inside of her - but he's successfully worked a glamour on her before. Today, though, she'd found him starving yet again, after a fellow hunter had given her the tip that a young vampire was in town. ]

[ At least he looks healthier, now. Fuck, she wished she didn't feel so relieved at that statement. A healthier vampire is more likely to kill her. Not that she isn't armed, of course, but her own brother seems to hate her just as much as she hates what he's become. It stings more than she cares to admit. ]

[He falls back onto the couch, but raises his head to stare at her with blue eyes once again.]

Well? You had questions, you said. Or was that another attempt to bad cop me into submission?

"I just stole blood for you, surely that makes me the good cop!"

Hmm... Lemme think about that, big sis...

[While laying down, he lifts a leg up in the air, jiggling it, and occasionally tugging the chain connecting it taut. They certainly felt tough, but could he break them?]

Yeah. This is totally the actions of a good cop. I'm really sorry for saying that.

[He pauses, shutting up immediately under her gaze. For being a big scary and old vampire, he cowed up quite fast. He looks younger now, like a taddled kid.]

Look... Just ask what you were going to ask me, alright? It's not like I'm going anywhere.

"I could've killed you."

[ She narrows her eyes, forcing herself to be cold. ]

"I have... friends who would."

[ And her patron, Crom Cruach, who will be pretty pissed off to find out she's not giving him his due today. There's a tithe that has to be be paid for her own sorry life. Well, before her thoughts get the better of her, she'd better start asking questions. ]

"Who's your Sire?"

You think I haven't noticed that fact?

[He rolls his eyes, waving a hand idly.]

I get it. You're a hunter, Daniel. I'm properly and completely scared now.

[He freezes at that. Great... His limbs curl inward into a fetal position. This isn't what he wants to talk about. Not one bit.]

Oh, well. It definitely wasn't that hot noble that kept visiting the house every night, or anything...

[He sighs, glancing up at her, every ounce of hate washing from his face until he's once again the scared little kid that hung to his big sister's legs like a leech.]

He... H-His name is Belial.

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