Twitter Log Liz/Amy 3-15-11
Mar. 15th, 2011 06:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
open_flame Liz:Anyone want coffee with cream and sugar in it? #bump
Amy:Trade ya. First cup only is s'posed ta be black. The rest is s'posed ta be deadly sweet.
Liz:*slides it over* It's not decaf anyway. *sighs, the hand that always around her belly not moving* How do you train a goblin?
Amy:No idea. This thing don't listen for shit. *Reginald jabs Amy with his staff again* OW!
Liz:*snickers as Merl slips into the shadows hiding from Reginald* Wow...he's mean! What's his name anyway?
Amy: If I understand right, Reginald. I'd be a mean motherfucker if that was my name, too, but he's got a collection 'a skulls. Creep.
Liz:*huge eyes* Merl likes cake... *inches away from Reginald* Can you understand anything he's saying?
Amy:Guess they chose us for our charmin' personalities, huh? *faint smirk* No, not unless he really tries. I mean, he's ancient.
Liz: Nathan thinks because I took the Oath to be the Fire Knight, Merl thinks he should align with me. Maybe Reg feels the same.
Amy: I ain't no knight, an' there's no such thing as the Unseelie Knight of Creepy Killer.
Liz: I know...I feel like a hypocrite that I took the oath but there was not other option, really.
Amy:Why'd you do it? *a little bit hurt despite it having nothing to do with her *
Liz:How the hell else am I gonna get into Fae to get my family back? Not like you can just ring the bell, Amy.
Amy:I'm kickin' the motherfuckin' door down. Fuck the bell. They took my son, I want 'im back. Took Jack'n Trev, want them back too.
Liz:*matter of factly* You go in with that attitude you're gonna be dead like that, Amy. We need...a better plan. Trevor told me.
Amy: I ain't got time for another plan. Didja miss the part where Luke's soul is in a goddamn egg?
Liz: *glares* I did not...but If my son, even if he is from the future tells me to do something by putting it in my head, I listen.
Amy: Ain't -his- soul on the line. He ain't the one in the morgue. *coldly*
Liz: *jawdrop* Luke's soul is SAFE, Amy. His spirit is floating around giving people GOBLINS! *her ability to keep calm is GONE* My son is being used like bait, who the fuck knows why they're even keeping him alive and how long they'll do it for? He might already be DEAD! *and now we come to the part where Liz shares FAR too much about things she saw in Jack's head* Trevor could be just like Gray; trapped, tortured, beaten and broken until he's completely fucking insane. *here Amy, have an angry fireball whizz beside your head. Liz isn't aiming for you, she just knows she'll blow up she she doesn't bleed it off* And Jack...JACK is trapped there because I wasn't good enough to keep him safe! AGAIN! He's a fucking toy, an impossible thing to play with just like he was with the Master because I couldn't...I can't save him. Just like I can NEVER save him! *she steps back, fully engulfed in flames* So don't bitch at me that you have SOMETHING of your family left, Amy. An egg and a spirit is better than NOTHING!! I can't even look at my babies without starting on fire! I CAN'T TOUCH MY CHILDREN! So you don't EVEN try to pull the 'my lose is bigger than yours' shit on me. Just...don't. *glares* Enjoy your fucking coffee.
Amy: *Sorry Liz, that empathy + link + emotionally and psychologically broken thing is not working in your favor today* Are you fuckin' -retarded!?- Trevor is fuckin' safe because they need Him! Trevor is fine as long as they can't tear Mr. Fucked By Time Lord Bullshit outta the broken shell that is your goddamn husband. Only reason y'ain't good enough for the family you got is the fact that yer always puttin' yourself on some new cross, an' instead'a focusin' on protectin' yer family, ya let your perceived burden weigh ya into the motherfuckin' dirt. Wake the fuck up, Liz, 'cause I ain't havin' a pissin' contest with you. I want 'em all back, an' I'm gonna get 'em while you got your stupid head in the sand. Wake UP, 'cause at least your family's still ALIVE.
Liz: THERE ARE THINGS WORSE THAN DEATH! *She keeps backing away, looking for one of those handy fire retardant gel devices they had installed just for Liz * Have you ever watched your family burn to death, Amy? * calmly, evenly as she jams her elbow into a trigger on the wall that coats a 15 feet section of the hallway with green goo * Have you even had your Mother screaming your name while her flesh melts and her bones turn to ashes? Ever heard your brother scream “Why, Lizzie. Why are you burning me?” Ever watched your father just stand there and take it? Just stand there DYING, knowing he failed you? Knowing you failed him?* Liz spits the gel out of her mouth* Have you ever had a man wearing a big fucking wool coat in July, who doesn't know you...and you don't know, walk up to you after you MURDER everyone who tried to protect you and love you, come up to you out of nowhere, take you in his arms completely unafraid of the things you've just done? Have you ever had a man see all that, and still want to save you? Have you ever heard him say “I promise nothing bad will ever happen to you again?”
Amy:*that takes her aback. She's read Liz's file, but she never knew that it happened like that, and it hurts* Liz...you're better than that now. Stronger, better controlled. *she says it even though she just watched her friend put her own fire out* I need you so I can do this, so we can save them all. I can't do it alone. *her voice is so soft, barely audible over the localized alarms going off because of the gel emission*
Liz: Clearly, I'm not. * She flicks some gel from her fingers as the troupe of black suits with fire extinguishers, special suits, and needles of sedative at the ready* It's fine. * she snaps at them as several of them rush past her to see if Amy is hurt * I need a shower...* Liz heard Amy, but she isn't ready to make that alliance yet. Being around Amy makes her too upset, too volatile to be useful to anyone * ...then I need to get to my cell. Number's in my file if you wanna, *guiltily, sadly* ...tell me all about the shit I did wrong some more later. *as per 'incident' protocol, the troupe of suits follow Liz with fire extinguishers and tranqs at the ready. She's got a supervised shower and being strapped to a fireproof slab ahead of her*
Amy: *drops her gaze, eyes closed* I'll check on ya later, Liz. I gotta... *find something to calm herself down*
Amy:Trade ya. First cup only is s'posed ta be black. The rest is s'posed ta be deadly sweet.
Liz:*slides it over* It's not decaf anyway. *sighs, the hand that always around her belly not moving* How do you train a goblin?
Amy:No idea. This thing don't listen for shit. *Reginald jabs Amy with his staff again* OW!
Liz:*snickers as Merl slips into the shadows hiding from Reginald* Wow...he's mean! What's his name anyway?
Amy: If I understand right, Reginald. I'd be a mean motherfucker if that was my name, too, but he's got a collection 'a skulls. Creep.
Liz:*huge eyes* Merl likes cake... *inches away from Reginald* Can you understand anything he's saying?
Amy:Guess they chose us for our charmin' personalities, huh? *faint smirk* No, not unless he really tries. I mean, he's ancient.
Liz: Nathan thinks because I took the Oath to be the Fire Knight, Merl thinks he should align with me. Maybe Reg feels the same.
Amy: I ain't no knight, an' there's no such thing as the Unseelie Knight of Creepy Killer.
Liz: I know...I feel like a hypocrite that I took the oath but there was not other option, really.
Amy:Why'd you do it? *a little bit hurt despite it having nothing to do with her *
Liz:How the hell else am I gonna get into Fae to get my family back? Not like you can just ring the bell, Amy.
Amy:I'm kickin' the motherfuckin' door down. Fuck the bell. They took my son, I want 'im back. Took Jack'n Trev, want them back too.
Liz:*matter of factly* You go in with that attitude you're gonna be dead like that, Amy. We need...a better plan. Trevor told me.
Amy: I ain't got time for another plan. Didja miss the part where Luke's soul is in a goddamn egg?
Liz: *glares* I did not...but If my son, even if he is from the future tells me to do something by putting it in my head, I listen.
Amy: Ain't -his- soul on the line. He ain't the one in the morgue. *coldly*
Liz: *jawdrop* Luke's soul is SAFE, Amy. His spirit is floating around giving people GOBLINS! *her ability to keep calm is GONE* My son is being used like bait, who the fuck knows why they're even keeping him alive and how long they'll do it for? He might already be DEAD! *and now we come to the part where Liz shares FAR too much about things she saw in Jack's head* Trevor could be just like Gray; trapped, tortured, beaten and broken until he's completely fucking insane. *here Amy, have an angry fireball whizz beside your head. Liz isn't aiming for you, she just knows she'll blow up she she doesn't bleed it off* And Jack...JACK is trapped there because I wasn't good enough to keep him safe! AGAIN! He's a fucking toy, an impossible thing to play with just like he was with the Master because I couldn't...I can't save him. Just like I can NEVER save him! *she steps back, fully engulfed in flames* So don't bitch at me that you have SOMETHING of your family left, Amy. An egg and a spirit is better than NOTHING!! I can't even look at my babies without starting on fire! I CAN'T TOUCH MY CHILDREN! So you don't EVEN try to pull the 'my lose is bigger than yours' shit on me. Just...don't. *glares* Enjoy your fucking coffee.
Amy: *Sorry Liz, that empathy + link + emotionally and psychologically broken thing is not working in your favor today* Are you fuckin' -retarded!?- Trevor is fuckin' safe because they need Him! Trevor is fine as long as they can't tear Mr. Fucked By Time Lord Bullshit outta the broken shell that is your goddamn husband. Only reason y'ain't good enough for the family you got is the fact that yer always puttin' yourself on some new cross, an' instead'a focusin' on protectin' yer family, ya let your perceived burden weigh ya into the motherfuckin' dirt. Wake the fuck up, Liz, 'cause I ain't havin' a pissin' contest with you. I want 'em all back, an' I'm gonna get 'em while you got your stupid head in the sand. Wake UP, 'cause at least your family's still ALIVE.
Liz: THERE ARE THINGS WORSE THAN DEATH! *She keeps backing away, looking for one of those handy fire retardant gel devices they had installed just for Liz * Have you ever watched your family burn to death, Amy? * calmly, evenly as she jams her elbow into a trigger on the wall that coats a 15 feet section of the hallway with green goo * Have you even had your Mother screaming your name while her flesh melts and her bones turn to ashes? Ever heard your brother scream “Why, Lizzie. Why are you burning me?” Ever watched your father just stand there and take it? Just stand there DYING, knowing he failed you? Knowing you failed him?* Liz spits the gel out of her mouth* Have you ever had a man wearing a big fucking wool coat in July, who doesn't know you...and you don't know, walk up to you after you MURDER everyone who tried to protect you and love you, come up to you out of nowhere, take you in his arms completely unafraid of the things you've just done? Have you ever had a man see all that, and still want to save you? Have you ever heard him say “I promise nothing bad will ever happen to you again?”
Amy:*that takes her aback. She's read Liz's file, but she never knew that it happened like that, and it hurts* Liz...you're better than that now. Stronger, better controlled. *she says it even though she just watched her friend put her own fire out* I need you so I can do this, so we can save them all. I can't do it alone. *her voice is so soft, barely audible over the localized alarms going off because of the gel emission*
Liz: Clearly, I'm not. * She flicks some gel from her fingers as the troupe of black suits with fire extinguishers, special suits, and needles of sedative at the ready* It's fine. * she snaps at them as several of them rush past her to see if Amy is hurt * I need a shower...* Liz heard Amy, but she isn't ready to make that alliance yet. Being around Amy makes her too upset, too volatile to be useful to anyone * ...then I need to get to my cell. Number's in my file if you wanna, *guiltily, sadly* ...tell me all about the shit I did wrong some more later. *as per 'incident' protocol, the troupe of suits follow Liz with fire extinguishers and tranqs at the ready. She's got a supervised shower and being strapped to a fireproof slab ahead of her*
Amy: *drops her gaze, eyes closed* I'll check on ya later, Liz. I gotta... *find something to calm herself down*
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