006; don't mess with the kitty - [public video]

[unweeping_willow]

[Willow's lips pull back into a vampiric snarl, face momentarily filling the screen before she pulls the camera back, and reveals her position - straddling Medusa, following their fight. For those who can tell such things, Medusa's shoulders are dislocated - her legs possibly damaged as well; and most importantly of all, unconscious, not dead.

She barely seems to notice Madame Smudge, now sniffing at Medusa's head; though she's uncertain how the kitten had escaped her room. She's more fixated on keeping on the snarl, glaring into the camera.]

Nobody threatens my cat.

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[private]

[reactivates]

[There's a looonnng pause as... she actually does go look it up. She comes back after a few minutes though. The chick was obviously trolling, but honestly even listening to it herself had ticked Claudia off, so.] She was trying to work you up, I think... Though, uh, lucky guess says she won't be doing that again. [There's maaaaybe a slight grin there.] You okay? Anything hurt? Is someone taking her to the infirmary?

[private]

[unweeping_willow]

Work me up? [Coming from 1998, Willow wasn't precisely used to "trolling" on the webs; and in a demon community, you only did something like that when you wanted a real fight on your hands.]

[private]

[reactivates]

Probably she was having fun seeing you get angry. Maybe she even wanted to fight with you, who knows. And, well... Don't get me wrong: I think it's good, you defending something. Totally Team Willow here on this, but, uh... When someone's being intentionally offensive like that? Sometimes it's better to just walk away. Because when you fight them you might just be giving them what they want.

[private]

[unweeping_willow]

...Needed to let everyone know. [She's a little quiet - a little uncertain what to make of this.]


I won't let anyone hurt my friends.

Spam

[scentbombed]

[Well, she might not be entirely necessary, in that case... But watching Willow limp, she gives Merlin another nod and offers the vampire girl her shoulder, stifling a sigh.]

Here, come on.

[She's going to smell vampire on her clothes for a week after this. :|]

Spam

[unweeping_willow]

[Willow doesn't look entirely certain about this herself; but she does lean against Angua; just a little.]

Re: Spam

[takeyouapart]

[He's grateful to Angua for being here, nonetheless; he's not sure if Medusa's human or how long her unconsciousness is going to last and if things go bad for any reason it'll be good to have backup in keeping them separated. He offers her a quick smile before turning away to head down the corridor, Medusa floating sedately a few feet in front of him.]

:> no worries

[mattersverymuch]

Threats in general are best squelched as quickly as possible.

[private]

[unweeping_willow]

...You're not mad?

[private]

[mattersverymuch]

[ a sigh ]

Why would I be? Even if it were my business - which it isn't - recourse to violence is simply a tactic. Not a graceful one. But one nonetheless.

Re: [private]

[unweeping_willow]

It's a prison ship. [Sometimes a girl needs to establish her strength.]

Re: [private]

[mattersverymuch]

Of course. And one does what one must to survive.

[private]

[unweeping_willow]

Not me I'm worried about.

[private]

[mattersverymuch]

Oh?

[private]

[unweeping_willow]

Not everyone's a vampire.

[private]

[mattersverymuch]

[ dryly ] And what a tawdry existence it is for the rest of us.

[private]

[unweeping_willow]

Mortal existence. [There may be a lot of ways to kill vampires in theory, but compared to humans...]

[darknessb4me]

You've had that cat for two days.

[unweeping_willow]

Not my fault everyone keeps threatening it. [First Xen, then Medusa; stop trying to kill her cat!]

[private]

[mattersverymuch]

[ Well. For a given value of 'mortality'. ]

And which particular mortal are you worried about?

Spam; ack, I'm sorry, I totally forgot about this ;_;

[nakesnakecobracobra]

[ When Medusa does wake up, she does so slowly. She's never actually had a concussion before. When her awareness catches up, her eyes fly open and she struggles violently. ]

Release me.

Spam; *Glomps*

[unweeping_willow]

[Willow growls, noting the shift - but otherwise doesn't respond.]

[private]

[unweeping_willow]

There has to be one? [There could be two; or three people she's worried about.]

[private]

[mattersverymuch]

There's no upper limit as far as I know.

[private]

[unweeping_willow]

...Dun wanna see people hurt.