} 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.

Comments

[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.]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda leans to one side and brings up her arm; the scalpel slices along her forearm and clatters to the ground rather than sticking in her shoulder. She hardly even notices any pain.]

Just remember, you're the one who brought weapons into this.

[She braces herself for Morgana's approach. At the last moment, she drops to her haunches, curls up and rolls out of the way, at the same time reaching for the sheath strapped to her calf. When she comes out of it, on one knee, she has her hunting knife drawn and ready.]

Ooh, too slow. Try again. [She stands back up as she says this.]

[youwillgotohell]

[Gritting her teeth, Morgana feels her throat drying out. She was planning to hit the alleys in an hour, this wasn't supposed to be a complex repossession, damn it. But she makes herself smile, knees bent and knife up as she inches closer again.]

Do you have a permit for that knife? [She laughs again, and slices for Amanda's face.]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda takes a quick step back and raises her knife hand; she brings it down hard, with the blade pointing up, attempting to club Morgana's knife-wielding hand with the the butt end of the handle.]

Don't need one.

[She grinning now, almost enjoying this return to form. Her fighting and strength-training lessons from Blonsky had definitely paid off.]

[youwillgotohell]

[In Camelot, Morgana could use a sword. Here, she had a memory of years with scalpels and knives, precise guts and gory, imperfect slices. She jerked her hand back and brought up her leg to kick out at the other woman's middle. She had to stop underestimating her repossessions.]

Tell me that while I'm digging through your large intestine.

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda tries to move back again, but isn't quite fast enough. The kick takes her in the stomach and she stumbles back, slightly hunched over, free arm going across her abdomen. That hurt, but she maintains the grin.]

Dug through two different sets of intestines, myself. Remember to be careful, or you'll get shit on your hands.

[Now it's Amanda's turn to lunge with the knife, though the blow to her stomach renders her movements somewhat less flowing. She's looking to injure, not to kill, so she aims for the woman's collarbone, the part right by the shoulder specifically.]

[youwillgotohell]

Should've joined the Repo Men, sweetie. Could've saved us this ugly meeting. [Morgana jerks away and back, hissing as the knife scores across her skin, deeper than she would have liked (but it's all right, a little glass vile and she won't feel a thing). She doesn't dance out of reach, just shifts her grip on the knife and drives it forward and up, toward Amanda's stomach; and if that misses, she's got a decent enough left hook.]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda bends back, sucking her abdomen in, and the blade doesn't touch her. She then kicks at Morgana's hand in an attempt to make her drop the knife.]

No thanks. I've done some sick fuckin' things in my life, but you people go above and beyond it.

[She's so focused on disarming Morgana that she likely won't be able to dodge a punch.]

[youwillgotohell]

[The kick sends stinging shocks up through her arm, and Morgana snarls as she drops the knife; but she was ready with the left hook, turning her fist as it comes up and around, aiming to slam her knuckles into Amanda's jaw. She doesn't take it even remotely easy, looking to do as much damage as possible.]

All in a day's work, Young.

[creatingalegacy]

[The punch takes her completely by surprise, smashing into her mouth. It splits her lower lip and sends her completely off balance, stumbling into the alley wall and leaning against it to keep from falling to the ground. She touches her mouth and her fingertips come away bloody.]

Oh, you bitch.

[youwillgotohell]

[Morgana laughs at that, already invigorated by the success.] I've heard worse. Go on, Amanda; just lay back and it'll all be over soon.

[Because she's going for her knife again.]

[creatingalegacy]

Like hell.

[Before Morgana can grab the knife, Amanda rushes her and gets right up close. First she aims a sweep of her foot at the knife, in an attempt to kick it away behind Morgana. She follows that up by attempting to knee the other woman hard, right between the legs.]

[youwillgotohell]

[The knife slides out of her reach and she curses, twisting instead to grab for Amanda's hair as that knee comes up. It hurts, but it's not incapacitating. Her fist drives upward, aiming another punch at Amanda's jaw while trying to pull her into it by her hair.]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda feels her hair snagged just before another fist hits her in the face, catching her on the chin this time.]

Fuck!

[Blood flecks from her mouth as she yells. She makes a grab for the hand tangled in her hair, trying to sink her nails into the skin. With her other hand, she aims a punch of her own at Morgan's eye.]

[youwillgotohell]

[She takes it half turned, and lets out a growl in response, bestial and angry. Turning her arm, she slams her elbow down toward Amanda's collar bone, meanwhile trying to free her other hand.]