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[gdit fuck you martin

More pain tears through her and--oh fuck it, she's throwing up. She spreads her legs apart and leans forward as much as she can and out it comes between her bare feet with the usual vile sounds people make when they puke. Her aim was still good, at least.

Well, that's out. She pants. Still leaned over, she looks back up at him. Staring, even. Happy? Because she could do this all day if you wanted to, Martin.

Still catching her breath, she makes a mental note to mention the Outsider at least once, later. Just to see what he would say.]

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[Martin lowers the volume again, but lingers before addressing Billie again. There's nothing in particular he's doing; it's more to unbalance the Whaler than anything else. When he does return to her, it's with a most sincere tone.]

Feel better now?

[Billie's caught her breath. She sighs faintly and leans back in the chair.]

Not really. But I wouldn't have 'gone down that path' if I couldn't handle it.

[She airquotes him as much as the chair-bound cuffs will let her.]

And how long do you think you can handle it?

[Martin snorts and turns away.]

The last person in that chair killed himself within a matter of minutes. I'm a bit surprised you haven't tried yet.

I can handle plenty.

[Billie stares at his back, wondering if he can feel it. She wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't want it come this soon. She wouldn't let it.]

Minutes? If he had to look at you, I'm suprised he didn't do it sooner. [HARHARHARHARokay.] Besides, I couldn't if I wanted to. Maybe the Outsider wants me around to piss you off.

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You can't, can you?

[He offers a bemused look.]

No, your continued existence doesn't bother me in the slightest. You don't seem in any position to cause me any undue stress and having you alive is the idea.

[Beat.]

For now, anyhow.

Something like that. [Close enough.]

For now. [She repeats it matter-of-factly despite her weariness. As for her continued existence, she shrugs in the chair.] Depends on my luck. Why did you choose to associate with 'such people'?

[She's partly trying to keep the questions off herself, partly being her usual, overly curious self.]

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Ah.

[The Overseer shakes his head.]

You don't get to ask the questions here. I do.

[He stares the assassin in the eyes.]

The man you work for-- where is he now?

I think it's only fair I get to ask some questions too.

[There's a faint smile through her exhaustion. She doesn't answer him.]

Fair?

[Hohoho there's that amusement again.]

You practice the dark arts and dabble in black magics. You gave up any right to "fair" when you took his mark.

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And you're a snake. I think that makes us even. [Snorts.] By 'him' you mean the Outsider? If I ever meet him, I'll run my rights by him.

[Normally, Billie wouldn't give an Overseer the satisfaction of knowing anything about her, like the pieces she's feeding Martin. But she knows this Overseer. And it's almost fun to quip back at him. It's almost a game. It gives her something to focus on besides the pain, besides ignoring his questions. She's picking what she tells him carefully. It shouldn't be incriminating, but it's enough to keep the conversation interesting.]

Besides. You don't give up anything when you're born into nothing.

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[Snake? He's heard that before, but he hasn't gotten this far by being bothered by names like that.]

Yes, I meant him. I'm surprised you haven't met him already-- here I thought those he favored had a direct line. Perhaps you're not as popular as you think.

[Martin folds his arms.]

I wonder if he's watching right now.

[Not that Martin thinks the Outsider has any power here. The music box sees to that. And on some level, he'd like to see the entity try and challenge the Overseers head-on. Billie's last comment, however, strikes a chord in Martin and throws him a bit for a loop.]

...No, I suppose you don't.

[He doesn't have a quip for that, just a look.]

[Martin was halfway right. There was a 'direct line' of sorts. Depends on who you were talking about, someone who had his REAL mark. But that was a piece of information she wasn't going to give away.]

Maybe it's just me. You have the wrong woman if you want to know about the Outsider. [Billie shrugged.] But he seems like the easily entertained kind. Maybe he is watching.

[But Billie notices that her last words did something. She looks at him with her usual, intense curiousities. Watching him, studying him. Hm.]

You must know. [She's guessing.]

Let him try his worst; I think you'll find your dark God is not going to save you this time.

["You must know"? Oh, he did. Martin knew very well, but by the Void was he going to tell the Whaler that. He returns her comment with a guarded comment of his own.]

I know that you've made a series of unfortunate choices that have led you to this point.

[Billie laughs weakly at that. Sheesh, this guy was overdramatic. She leans back in the chair again and lulls her head to the side, fixing her gaze to the wall.]

Unfortunate to you, maybe. [Because she didn't regret any of it.]

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[Martin waits to see if Billie has anything else to say before speaking up himself.]

You were about to tell me where I might find the man you serve, I believe.

[She's quiet for a moment. For a few seconds, her gaze doesn't waver. Finally, without turning her head, she sideeyes him.]

Was I? You really want to do this again?

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I still haven't gotten the answer I asked for, so yes. I do.

[He frowns.]

This could all be over quickly if you tell me what I want to know.

You mean you'll kill me sooner, if I do.

[A chuckle.]

Would you prefer to suffer?

[So casual in his tone.]

We wouldn't necessarily kill you, you know. Not if you can still be saved.

[Which Martin highly doubts, so yes, death is a certainty. But it's sometimes effective to offer windows of hope to the prisoners.]

You think you can save me?

['Thalia' snorts with another barely-there smile. The question buys her some time to think, which is a lot harder to do when a music box is almost literally kicking her ass. Her gaze returns to the wall.

Lying was a possibility. She ran through plausible places she could tell him in her mind. The Whalers knew some of the places on her list as good points to overwhelm a group. But she couldn't exactly organize an ambush like this. And it wasn't like Hume was on her side yet, either. Martin's offer was bull, she knew, but maybe it'd buy her a chance to escape somehow.

It was a lot better than her other options.]

Salvation doesn't get through to many dirty street kids. [Okay, that was a little melodramatic. She wasn't a kid anymore, either. But hse wouldn't even forget being one, the way she lived.]

...and I suppose offering yourself to a dark god is more appealing?

[Martin is dismissive.]

His "gifts" do little to change your situation.

Yes. It is. [She says matter-of-factly.] And you didn't answer my question.

[Their rooftop perch on Clavering Street? No. Too small, it'd be obvious that she was lying. The Legal District? No, no, that doesn't work either...

It was already a rumor that they were in the Flooded District. Maybe she could use that to her personal advantage.]

You haven't answered any of mine.

[He's blunt and continues to dismiss Billie.]

This is not going to do.

[Is he heading back to that music box? Why yes, yes he is.]

I don't plan on answering them. You're not very good at making inciting cooperation--

[Oh, god dammit. Billie can take pain. She accepts it if she must. You learn how to endure it as a Whaler--though many of the people Daud took in already knew. But now that she's on a verge of a pseudo-escape plan, she wants as much focus as possible--without the nails-on-a-chalkboard sensation re-burning through her brain.

Think, think, think--]

--The Sewers.

[She near blurts it out in her mental haste. That's convincing, right?]

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editing just to say i love these two

Even when they're horrible to each other :P

exactly. also would you want daud to come in any time or wait a little longer?

Whenever. I'm not picky. Que sera, sera, as it were.

ok! i let her know she can come in any time (last edit I swear)

\o/

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man, I always come up with better ideas WAY after I tag back

Ha ha, I know how that goes

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