Trixie: Make An Offer ===>
Epihae: -He leaned againstt a ttrree, putttting his hands in his pocketts and sighing again-
Trixie: *And Here Comes With Bitch, Strolling Up In The Twilight Hours. No Fire Or Humming. Too Lost In Thought.*
Epihae: -He looked up as he saw TTrrixie, tthen gulped and shiftted off tto tthe side, hoping she wouldn'tt nottice himm. He was in no mmood tto fightt anybody att tthe mmommentt-
Trixie: *Nope, No Luck For That Little Shit. She Grins Like A Cheshire Cat As She Approaches Him* Well Well Well, Just The Motherfucker I Wanted To See.. ;oD
Epihae: You /wantted/ tto see mme? Ain'tt tthatt a fanfuckinttasttic surrprrise... -He mmutttterred, sttarring att herr witth annoyance in his gaze- Whatt's up, anyways? Witth mmy mmattesprritt nott arround herre tto attttack, I figurred you'd gett borred of mme.
Trixie: How Can I Get Bored Of Such A Little Bag Of Miracles Like You, Epihae. *Walk Up To Him, Stopping Just Inside An Arm'S Length Away* And I Never Attacked The Little Red Bird. We Just Talked. I Told You I Wouldn'T Do Any Wickedness To Her And I Kept My Word. I Do That.
Epihae: You should keep yourr worrd mmorre. Altthough, I've neverr ttrrustted chucklefucks like you. Pleasanttrries aside, whatt do you wantt?
Trixie: Straight To Business, Hmm? I Can Appreciate That. *Chuckles Wide* I Have A Proposition For You. You Are Decent With Your Little Chemical Funbags, And I Know Of A Way You Can Put All That Destructive Nature To Use And Protect Your Girl And Yourself In The Process.
Epihae: ...-he paused forr a mmommentt- Desttrructtive natturre... chemmicals? I do worrk witth chemmicals and explosions and whattnott... butt whatt arre you getttting att exacttly? I don'tt enjoy mmaking deals witth ttrrolls I don'tt ttrrustt. Deals and generral arre bad ideas. Is ttherre any fine prrintt I can rread, a conttrractt?
Trixie: Let'S Put It Into Perspective, Epihae. I Am Fully Aware Of A Jugglefull Of People Who Want To Use Your Insides As Wall Hanging, And I Have Most Of Them On Speed Dial. They Just Haven'T Found You... Yet. I Can Continue To Make Sure That Doesn'T Happen.
Trixie: And, I'M The One Making Sure That More Wicked Fuckers Than Me Don'T Catch Drift That Your Pretty Little Red Bird Is Practically Your Reason For Living, If You Hear Me *Honks Darkly*
Epihae: -He narrrrowed his eyes- Oh, of courrse, why should I be surrprrised tthatt you know mmostt of tthe ttrrolls tthatt wantt mme dead orr ttorrtturred? MMy rreason forr living? Don'tt you darre go nearr Lakurri...! TTell mme tthen, chucklefuck, whatt is itt you wantt mme tto do?
Trixie: Clown Have Long Memories And Know Lots Of Bitches. We'Re Thick As Thieves, Motherfucker. ;oD. *She Tilts Her Head* Listen Up Bitchtits. I Give You The Location Of A Hive, And I Want You To Light It Up Like It'S Twelfth Perigree Until It All Falls Down, No Questions Asked. Then, You Keep Your Mouth Shut. You Even Think To Hard That Is Wasn'T Your Idea, I'Ll Have No Reason To Keep Not Telling The Fish Where The Food Is. But Before That... I'Ll Have No Reason Not Protect Your Red Blood, If Not Cage The Pretty Bird Myself. You Hear Me? *Eyes Deadly Focused With A Malicious Grin*
Epihae: -He sttarred att herr, his eyes sttill narrrrowed. She couldn'tt do itt herrself, could she? Because if a highblood burrned down a hive, itt would be a mmuch larrgerr case, huh? Butt if a lowblood did itt... well, itt would be justt known as a case of rrebellion. He tthoughtt aboutt tthis forr a mmommentt. TThose mmonsttrrous highbloods, tthe seadwellerrs ttoo, TTrrixie knew tthemm. He didn'tt wantt whatt happened tto himm tto happen tto Lakurri. He lett outt a slow brreatth, tthen focused on TTrrixie- Depends whatt happens if I do ask questtions.
Trixie: That'S Not How This Is Going To Go Down. You Fire It Up And Then Get Real Good At The Quiet Game, And No One Has Anything To Worry About. You Start Getting All Quizzical, And I Start Getting Creative...
Epihae: -He paused forr a mmommentt. TThis was nott how he wantted ttoday tto worrk outt, he didn'tt wantt himmself tto gett tthrreattened intto possibly killing a ttrroll, he didn'tt like tthis att all. Butt whatt could he do?- ...Give mme tthe locattion of tthe hive, and do mme a favorr and help mme gett back tthe chemmicals tthatt sommebody in Etthano's hive sttole frromm mme, and tthatt place will be brrightterr tthan a bonfirre beforre you can even say 'mmurrderr.' -He rreplied, his voice cold and hosttile-
Trixie: *Her Lips Curl Into The Most Bloodthirsty Happy Smile Possible.* What'S Your Favorite Flavor? *Reaches Behind Her Back And Pulls Out Various Bottle Of Explosive And Flammable Chemicals From Her Sylladex* Honk Honk. ;oD
Epihae: -He glarred sttrraightt back att herr smmile, he was obviously nott happy att all. He pulled his hood up overr his head and putt his horrns tthrrough ttwo horrns in tthe ttop. He looked att tthe flammmmable/explosive chemmicals and nodded in apprroval.- I do hope none of tthese costt anytthing.
Trixie: Just Paying For Your Ticket In Advance, Motherfucker, But You Earned That A Long Time Ago. Tools Of The Trade. Just Remember What The Price Is If You Lose The Quiet Game About Anything Pertaining To This Conversation.....
Epihae: -He ttiltted his head att herr, beforre nodding and rreaching forrwarrd tto grrab a few bottttles of tthe chemmicals he rrecognized- You have yourrself a deal, as mmuch as I dislike tthis... I burrn down tthe hive, and I keep quiett aboutt itt, whatt happens aftterrwarrds?
Trixie: If You Win The Quiet Game, Nothing. I Keep My Word, And So Do You, And Everyone Is Happy.
Epihae: ...Itt's ttrruly sickening how you tthink of all tthis as a gamme. -He slipped a few of tthe chemmicals intto his pockett- Now, who is tthe unlucky ttrroll?
Trixie: What Part Of No Questions Did You Not Motherfuckin' Understand?! *Raises Her Voice, Punctuating The Seriousness*
Trixie: I Said I'D Give You A Location, Not A Motherfuckin Name. Listen When A Clown Talks At You.
Epihae: -His gaze did nott waverr as he conttinued tto glarre att herr- Oh, butt don'tt I have tto ask a questtion tto rreceive tthe locattion of tthe hive?
Trixie: No. I Planned On Informing You That Part. Hard To Play The Game If You Don'T Know Where The Puzzle Is At.
Epihae: Yeah. Inforrmmattion would be cool. I'mm kind of justt scrrammbling arround in tthe darrk overr herre.
Trixie: *Gives Him A Set Of Coordinates* Oh.... And Epihae. You Don'T Keep Any Part Of Your End, And I'Ll Have No Reason To Keep Up Mine. And I Will Know How Completely You Succeed Or Fail.
Epihae: -He looked overr tthemm quickly his eyes scanning tthe coorrdinattes beforre shiftting back up tto TTrrixie- I underrsttand. As horrrrible as tthis ttask is, I will do itt. Be warrned, if you faltterr in yourr own way and if I do nott faltterr in mmine... tthen ttherre will be hell tto pay.
Trixie: Honk... *Laughs* You Have No Idea, Motherfucker. *Looks Up At The Sky* You Better Get Your Shit In Gear.
Ecanus: *if anYthing, he is sleeping bY a washed up whale corpse bY the beach*
Trixie: *Wanders Off With A Skip And A Swagger In He Step, Humming A Carousel Tune Happily.*
