004. Voice | April 4, very early morning

[pmsgargoyle]

I'm sorry to take you away from the fun of this amazing Carnival, but I would like a word with you, Qilby. [ and it won't be filled with sarcasm like this post]

By the way, it's a shame that you didn't participate on the Beauty Pageant. I'm quite sure you would have won.

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[dissenter]

I know she's the one I have to thank -- you wouldn't have been able to write my name on the entry slip with those clumsy pincers you call hands.

[he's outside, presumably on his way to meet the gargoyle. it's probably good that he gets this out of his system ahead of time.]

[badcop]

Don't go underestimating my abilities, now. [He wasn't seriously mad about this, was he? It made it even funnier if he was.] Besides, these clumsy pincers make for a fine weapon, and you'd do well to remember that much, your majesty.

[dissenter]

[maybe he's only being defensive because, what with the whole business with his mail, it seems as if he's suddenly being ganged up on.]

Forgive me, my memory's, aah-- a little rusty. [there's far too much irony dripping from his voice, especially for what was probably just a regular old snide remark.] But I'd always taught that a weapon was only as useful as the person wielding it.

[badcop]

[Lighten up Qilby, it just means the ball's back in your court.]

So you're saying that makes me as useful as a one armed old man that lets a kishin seduce him into almost getting eaten?

[All the levity of tone earlier was long gone as usual. They really couldn't be civil for more than five minutes, could they?]

[dissenter]

[well they lasted a good deal longer than the last time they were in public, which must set some sort of record. not an impressive record, but a record nonetheless.

his eyes narrow.] You are just as susceptible to Madness, you awful hypocrite.

[which is... probably a lie. it's bothered him for a while now, just how overly-affected he seemed to get whenever there was a madness wavelength present, but he wasn't going to let that on.]

[badcop]

Never said that I wasn't, but I was the one to get us out of that mess.

[He hadn't even rubbed it in Qilby's face then, either, but now the Meister was just irritating him. Did he want a lifetime subscription to Hustler and Playboy?]

Keep trying to degrade me at your own risk, old man.

[dissenter]

[at the risk of what, he wants to ask. but instead, after a long silence in which he's this far away from standing demona up and going over to have this argument personally, he slowly bares his teeth. it's a horrible attempt at a grin.]

Funny how we can only get along when something needs to die. [you walking trash heap.]

[badcop]

Mutual sense of survival. The only thing that kept me from killing most of the partners I ever got stuck with before you.

[Disgusting bag of bones. They weren't technically stuck together, but it certainly felt like it.]

[dissenter]

[he tuts.]

You're free to leave whenever you want, you know. BREW's brought plenty of human children here who'd all love a new toy to play with.

[badcop]

It's too bad you're insufferable practically all of the time. Otherwise you might actually be worth something.

[Sick of that self-aggrandizing look that's always on Qilby's face, Barricade just hangs up. He'll rethink this converation after losing it during the invasion tomorrow, and he decides stable resonation is worth enduring the Eliatrope's personality against his own.]