} 055 - [VIDEO] - mostly public

[creatingalegacy]

I've got a question for everyone who entered port: who else is lined up to be legally murdered?

[Amanda is leaning up against a wall in some random alley, appearing to define the concept of not a single fuck being given that day. Inside, she's actually worried over several things, not the least of which is concern for her inmate. According to the message she received, her repossession was set to take place three weeks ago, and someone is looking for her right now.]

I've got a few messages for the "repossession" organization, if they can even hear this. Message one: I never bought a single goddamn thing from you people, let alone a heart. I was born with the one I've got. My heart belongs to me.

Message two: if you plan on stealing it anyway, go ahead and try. Consider this an invitation. See how far that gets you.

[Morgana's the one who's going to be gunning for her, so please don't send any other Repo men her way in a spam or log! All Repo men and Bargelings who chose to come are welcome to respond to this post, though~]

Final message: my inmate fell overboard. If you people have her, and you hurt her...I will mow through every single one of you motherfuckers without hesitation. That's a promise.

[Pause. Now her worried state is starting to bleed through, becoming detectable.]

That's done. If anyone at all knows the whereabouts of Lua Klein, tell me. I need to find her.


[Private to Lua]

Are you okay? Has anyone hurt you? Tell me where you are, please.

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[youwillgotohell]

Oo, so touchy. Don't want to raise that blood pressure too high, Amanda. We can't have anything happening to that pretty little heart. [Until she cuts it out, anyway. The audio's up while Morgana tracks her down.]

[all of Amanda's replies to Morgana will be video]

[creatingalegacy]

Listen, bitch. I never bought my heart from you. Hell, I never bought one period!

[All audio!]

[youwillgotohell]

The records don't lie, sweetie. [And she sounds so very, very smug because she's fucked with the records on occasion.] And you're three weeks late on payment.

[creatingalegacy]

Bullshit.

Like I said, though, go ahead and try. You'll be sorry.

[youwillgotohell]

Someone will be.

Heading for the fair, Young? [By which she means, she's got a location, and she's on her way. Morgana gets smug and lets things slip sometimes.]

[creatingalegacy]

Maybe. Maybe not.

[At this point, she's willing to let Morgana come to her. She needs to find Lua, and can't risk leading Morgana to her (being unaware that Lua is now a Repo lady). If that takes beating her down, so be it.]

[youwillgotohell]

Hell of a thing this year. These going to be a real show stopper number at the end.

[Whether or not she's referring to Blind Mag's last show is up for grabs. But it isn't long before Morgana reaches the area, to start combing the streets for Amanda.]

[creatingalegacy]

Too bad I'm not planning to stick around to see it.

[Gotta find Lua and get the fuck out of Dodge.]

[youwillgotohell]

Now that's a downright shame, Amanda. Nice shirt, by the way.

[Because Morgana thinks she's spotted her, but she needs to be certain.]

[creatingalegacy]

Aw, thank you! I do try to dress my best.

[She's still in that alley sort of close by the faire. Amanda is now on the alert, standing up straight and facing the mouth of the alley, waiting for Morgana to arrive.]

[youwillgotohell]

[Yep. There she is. For a moment, Morgana considers playing it safe, careful - but the call out, and the shit from Regina makes her cocky. She won't have anyone saying she's afraid of a mark. So she rolls away from the wall and into the mouth of the alley, movements lazy.]

It's too bad I'm going to have to bloody it up.

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda never forgets a face, and when she sees Morgana, she experiences a slight spark of recognition. That means this woman is from the Barge. Shit. Her desire to just get the woman out of the way is cooled considerably by the idea of getting judged and thought of as a maniac with no self-control again upon her return.]

I'll kill you before I let you cut out my heart. It's not my first choice, but if there's no other way...I'll have no qualms about doing it.

[Amanda takes a few steps towards Morgana, a small smirk on her face.]

You'd better hope I can stomp your ass before it comes to that.

[youwillgotohell]

[Morgana laughs outright, taking a few steps forward herself. She flicks her wrist, and a scalpel slides down into her hand.]

You can try, sure. Come on, sweetheart. Come try and stomp me. Stop me. [And with that little sing-song, she throws the scalpel at Amanda, aiming for her shoulder and drawing a knife as she darts toward her.]

[Private]

[fuglyslut]

Excuse me, what are you doing?

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Just talking, sweetheart. Is that a problem?

[Private]

[fuglyslut]

It is when you're scaring our repo away, honey.

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Oh, no, it sounds like you've misread something again. This one's mine.

[Private]

[fuglyslut]

Did you not hear her? She wants us to do it. She's just waiting to shake you and your last-season clothes first.

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Really, going after my clothes? When did you last get that nose of yours taken care of?

[Private]

[fuglyslut]

Last month. Why not? It's not like I have any debts to worry about.

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Oo, what a pretty smart mouth you have. You might want to watch it.

[Private]

[fuglyslut]

Why, are you going to try to repo it to buy some vials?

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Don't know what you're talking about. [SHE WOULD LOVE TO DO EXACTLY THIS.]

[Private]

[fuglyslut]

Of course you don't.

Oh, look-- we've got a repo. I'll come back for this one later. Bye-ee!

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Won't be much left to get, sweetie. Have fun. [Which sounds remarkably like fuck off, now she needs to go fuck up taking Amanda's heart. :v]