All it takes is a drop of an eel's blood to kill a man.

Lizzy Stride, pirate and generally dangerous bitch. Affiliated with Aldebaran Sea.

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a tasteful dining experience.

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bileblooded‌:

“It certainly sounds like you’ve got your work cut out for you, then,” said Lily. She couldn’t deny the appeal; it was getting to be nerve-wracking, always guessing, being so unmoored. She thought she might try to find some things out herself, although she was better used to more circuitous methods. “And I hope you find out something satisfying. Or give them hell for fucking with us if you don’t.”

Lily took her wineglass, inclined it towards Lizzy in the vague hint of a toast, and drank. “I wish you good fortune, Lizzy. When the ark turns upside down, I’ll applaud your handiwork.”

Then she put her fork and knife down, thought for a second, and said, “As for me, I do intend to stay, yes.”

This was the first time she had articulated that thought so clearly, and yet she knew it to be true. What followed on its heels was even more surprising: I think I might like it here. It was not a home, nor did she mean for it to become one, and it was infuriating and incomprehensible. But here she could be Lily Vaswani, and no one would question it; here she was no one’s servant; here it did not matter to anyone but herself that she was always arguing with herself, that she didn’t know what she wanted, or that she was a different person from day to day. The only thing that hurt was that she would never see Yuzuru again—but she stopped herself there. No more moping. Instead, she cocked her head, thought a bit more, and said, “I had just betrayed my House, you see, by murdering my father.”

She felt herself break into a smile; she couldn’t help it.

Lizzy was convinced the encouragement was only half-sincere at best.  She’d take it though.  If nothing else, it was an excuse to drain her cup of wine dry.  After that one, she figured it was maybe time to cut herself off.  For now at least.  Wouldn’t do to go getting drunk in a sewer surrounded by strange rats.  Though that would be one of the least strange places she’d gotten hammered. 

“Yeah well, it’ll be awhile.  But I look forward to doing it.  Haven’t had the chance to really fuck something up for awhile.” She hadn’t even been able to finish the last one.  When Lizzy had woken up in the ark, she had been partway through dismantling the Hatter gang.  She’d never even been able to confirm that Daud killed the Geezer. Of course, as soon as she started dwelling on that... the topic coincidentally turned to murdering fathers. 

“My hat’s off to you.  If a father fucks up bad enough to drive his daughter to patricide, he has it coming.”  Lizzy was quieter now.  Angrier.  The memories of getting ditched by the Geezer as a toddler in Morley, to him having the balls to wage war on her.  She’d never quite let that one go.  “I never got the chance to murder mine.  Old bastard set his hideout up so that I couldn’t get near him.  An assassin that was doing a job for me said he offed him.  Never got a chance to verify the body though.”

Lizzy couldn’t even bring herself to touch her food now.  And, even more shocking from her, she felt an emotion she’d experienced maybe a handful of times.  Empathy. 

“I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.  I won’t presume to know how your dear old dad fucked you up, but it sucks to live with.  I’d know.”

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phthalovoid‌:

Delilah smiled, sharp. “Wine it is, then. Perhaps just a nightcap.” And with a crook of her finger and a sway of her hips, she led Lizzy down the cobblestone streets.

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That had been... something alright.  Lizzy knew few women that could keep up with her.  Delilah had done that and more, even nearly overtaking her at a few points.  She felt sore, exhausted, and strangely a little refreshed.  As it should be.  Lizzy was sliding her clothes back on when Deilah started teasing her for a repeat.

“We’ll see.  I’m not usually in the habit of repeat performances.  So many people out there, it almost feels selfish to spend my talents on the same person more than once.”  It came out maybe a little harsher than she’d like, but it was true nonetheless.  Lizzy didn’t typically sleep with people twice.  You formed attachments that way, and her life was one best lived without those.  “Plus, this kind of thing works best when you don’t get attached to someone.”

Fully clothed, she started making for the doorway.  Her fingers circled around the doorknob and turned it.  “Who knows though, weirder shit’s happened since I’ve got here.  See you.”

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murkymouth‌:

If she’s never seen a guy running around in a bright red suit, she’s definitely not from my universe. Sucks. Still, her teeth are pretty sick, and I like her attitude. And her willingness to ask me questions about what comes out of my infamous mouth.

“See, I asked you about your teeth because where I come from, 90% of the time they’d be a natural fixture. The X-men - don’t think I didn’t hear that ‘E’ - are like…” I realize that I can say anything I want to her, and who could refute me? Daredevil? “They’re an elite fighting force of misfits that everyone loves and admires. Definitely.”

I gesture to myself. “There’s lots of guys like me who wear this stuff, by the way. Not as often as me, maybe, but man. You don’t wanna see what’s under this red and black.”

Lizzy figured out pretty quickly the costume was the least strange thing about him.  For one, she didn’t think she had seen someone that could talk that fast.  And it wasn’t possible to hear someone say a silent letter.  Right?  Weird, but she couldn’t deny it was more than a little entertaining.

“We’ve got our fair share of uh, misfits, but they’re not definitely not loved and admired.”  When the two examples she could think of were Daud and the Masked Man, “loved” was not the word she’d pick.  “They are uh... noticed?  People are definitely aware of them.”

“Can’t be that much worse than what I’ve got going on underneath my shirt.”  Probably not entirely true.  But how bad could it be?  Lizzy had whole sections of skin covered by scars, so she doubted what he had would surprise her that badly.  “That can’t be the only reason though.  Is there some rule about people not knowing who you are where you come from?”

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@taliawinters & @eyesasblackasthevoid requested: Lizzy and the Dead Eels

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rulessetno2‌:

Amanda groans, long and exaggerated, and plopped herself down in the bushes she’d been hiding in. “Come on, lady. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a normal fucking conversation? Don’t go around acting like I’m going to kill you, please. You’d know if I was.” Cause you’d have woken up in a barren room with your neck chained to a woodchipper, or something. Or around a campfire.

“If you really want to know my name, it’s Amanda. But you don’t look like the conversational type.” Her eyebrows raise, taunting. 

Lizzy snorts, settling herself back down into the pond.  Her body remained stiff, still poised to run and she definitely didn’t put the rock down.  Appearances could be deceiving.  After all, someone had tried to gut her one night at a party after leading her to their bed.  “Yeah, see, where I come from people can be very good at making sure you’re not there to kill them.  I’ve developed a very healthy sense of caution because of it.”

“Lizzy.  And normally, no.  But I’ve spent the entire time since getting here almost getting into fights and sleeping with people.  For once, I was hoping to try out this whole... ‘relaxation’ thing people always tell me about.”  It wasn’t working, but she needed to try at least.  “Going to take it that you aren’t either, if you’re all the way out here.”

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dangerousallies‌:

The Diplomat stifles a laugh against their hand.

“Oh, I think I’m up to the task.” 

They put out their cigarette and push off the fence, giving Lizzy a sly glance over their shoulder as they lead the way.

Their room on the first floor is dark, and the single gas light they turn on hardly dispels the gloom, but they seem satisfied with it as they turn to Lizzy. With a shameless smirk, they crowd her against the door until it clicks quietly shut behind her.

“So?” they ask. “Are you going to kiss me, or are you all talk?”

Lizzy’s a little surprised at the initiative.  Most of her flings wouldn’t dare try to make the first move, let alone guiding her up against a door.  It excited her, if nothing else, and drew out that signature smile of hers.  But she never liked being in a vulnerable position for long.  If someone wanted Lizzy Stride to give in, they had to fight for it.

“Before we do this, if it goes too far, say something.”  Lizzy didn’t go elaborate past that.  Too much time had already been wasted on words.

Rough, callused hands reached out and grabbed at Justine’s wrists (she still doubted that was their real name but fuck it).  A firm grip, but not inescapable.  She leaned in, and her lips met theirs in a surprisingly gentle kiss.  Mostly because she was exploring, making sure she knew where to place the kiss so she didn’t stab them with her teeth.  Somehow, Lizzy doubted they’d find it as fun as she would.  The gentleness didn’t last past the second or third kiss, though. 

She started to guide Justine back away from the door, headed for a nearby counter.  When she got there, she release one wrist to clear the counter.  Loose silverware went clattering to the floor as she hooked a hand under Justine and lifted them up onto it.  That hand found its way up to their hair, another started exploring. 

Lizzy kept it up for a bit before she undid her belt (one-handed, she was very practiced at taking off her pants) and stopped briefly to look them in the eye.  “So, before this goes further.  Am I living up to any expectations yet?”

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rulessetno2‌:

Oh, it had been so long since she had been to a hot springs– or anywhere you can relax, or even since she’d had a bath. So the minute she found out they existed in this place she jumped at the opportunity, almost literally. After endless months of literally physically jumping at things, it’s hard to break the habit. 

So she goes the first opportunity she gets– which is, of course, right now immediately– and can’t manage to sink into the water fast enough. The bears running this place said the pool she’d chosen should be devoid of any people, something she specifically asked for, because God she’d had more than enough of people. The longer she can relax alone, the better.

So hearing someone get into the pool next to her kind of fucking sucks. For the first time in an eternity she finally gets to relax, no one around, no one even involved, and someone comes in and ruins it. Great.

She crawls out of the pool, hands and knees, to get a peek of who might be ruining her fun. Of course, she’s not used to getting spotted. Both a blessing and a curse; it means the Entity’s hold has been completely severed, but sometimes she really does not want to be noticed.

It’s a woman, and she’s loud, and rough around the edges. The way she’s talking makes it obvious she’s expecting Amanda to be some kind of kid pulling a prank and not a cold blooded murderer. She can’t help but laugh a little.

“Alright. You got me.” She stands, hands up in surrender, wearing a clearly sardonic expression. “I’m just a poor, defenseless prey animal waiting to be hunted upon by someone big and strong like you.”

It hadn’t occurred to Lizzy that there were other pools.  Made sense, but didn’t exactly alleviate her paranoia.  The woman was maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet, and looked like she’d fall over if you breathed on her wrong.  Lizzy wasn’t stupid though.  Chicks a lot like this had put up a fight before.  Hell, she had a tiny scar where one had tried to go for her gut with a knife.  And the way she spoke... this lady was either coming on to her or trying to get Lizzy to let her guard down.  Both, maybe.  The first wasn’t exactly objectionable, but after an earlier rendezvous, she had to be a little more careful.

“Most people don’t use prey metaphors to hit on me.  Especially after very nearly getting brained with a rock.  So you’re either bullshitting me or just fucking strange.  Who the hell are you?”  Lizzy didn’t expect an honest answer.  Part of her wondered if she was getting too paranoid.  After the Delilah debacle though, she supposed she couldn’t be too careful.  She palmed the rock a bit and found herself wanting for something more substantial.  A wet rock just didn’t really have the tangible, dangerous feel of a knife.

The pirate backed up a bit, placing herself so there was an escape route behind her. “Going to guess the bears told you this place was isolated, too?”

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murkymouth‌:

The problem with this place is nobody knows who the hell I am.

I mean, yeah, there’s Daredisco Inferno (keeping this up is a lot harder than I thought it would be), and my new friend Eddie Brock, but that’s about it. Nobody knows me! And I don’t even have my swords! It’s weird, is what it is. I was an X-man, for christ’s sake.

I’m at a farmer’s market, and I may or may not be sharing my plight with the masses. And by that I mean I’m looking at some shell jewelry at a stall and I say to the vendor, do you even know what an X-man is? and she says no, sir, I just sell sea shells, would you like to buy some sea shells? And I say no I want to go to a building with a big X on it and have a five foot three weasel threaten my life and she says - 

It doesn’t matter what she says, because someone interrupts her. How rude! I turn, and there’s a woman standing behind me, looking both unimpressed and amused. Cool hair. Looks like a scrapper, and when she talks I can see her teeth are razor sharp. That rules.

“Who, Shelly? She’s fine,” I’m saying, “Was just talking about where I’m from. There’s a lot to explain, it gets all tangled up when you get really into it. Like a satchel of lizards. Those teeth natural, or a fashion statement?”

Lizzy tried to figure out the logistics as to why you’d put a bunch of lizards in a satchel, but she didn’t get far.   She looked from the stranger, to the merchant, and then back again.  She couldn’t tell what was in that poor bear’s eyes, but it was either exhaustion or desperation.  Maybe both?  Whatever it was, she slowly crept away as Lizzy got his attention.  By the time she started to speak, she’d vanished altogether.  “Fashion statement.  I grind ‘em by hand ‘cause it looks cool.  Also turns out some people are into it.”

“Not going to lie first time I’ve seen someone wearing so much red.  Or even a costume that uh... elaborate.”  Ridiculous was the first word that sprung to mind.  More at home in a circus than an open market.  Lizzy tried to imagine wearing that much color, being that much of a walking target.  She, who’d never worn lighter than various shades of brown and black.  Well, no, there’d been that one ball she’d snuck into where she’d worn a legitimate dress.  Fucking hideous thing, all purple and gold.  “Anyways, what the hell is an ex-man?  From what little I overheard, I couldn’t make heads or ass of it.”

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@rulessetno2

Lizzy had never cared much for hot springs. It felt weird to her when water wasn't cold. As far as she was concerned, if the water wasn't icy enough to kill you, you'd never give it the respect it deserved. If you can't respect the waters you had no right occupying them. Bad things, horrible things, wretched things happened to sailors who disrespected the waters. Call it superstition, but she hadn't died in a watery grave yet.

Trouble is, the locals around here were VERY convincing to the point of being outright pushy. And so she'd found herself in a hot spring. Hope Springs, they called it. Some small part of her noted that it was a cruel joke that the only water in Tranquility she had seen so far made her nervous. Eventually she got over it and sank into the pool. It was hot, to be sure, but not scalding. Somehow just the right temperature so as to even get her to unwind a bit.

And unwind she did. Perhaps too much, as the isolation and relaxing feeling let her mind drift. Her restless brain went from anxiety to anxiety, causing her to begin to fidget in the water. It was almost a blessing when she heard movement nearby. Lizzy Stride being who she was, she went into a threat response. Grabbing around, she curled her hands around a loose rock and started looking around.

"If there's someone out there, it's historically a bad fucking idea to try and sneak up on me!" Lizzy stood up, wearing nothing but her underwear, subsequently displaying an ungodly amount of scarring all over her body. For instance, a long scar on her back that ran from shoulder to hip where a Guardsman had tried to split her open. A bite mark on her thigh where a hound got her. Burn scars on her chest. It went on, each more strange and gruesome than the last.

The way she wielded that rock, as if it was a real weapon, gave an idea of how she survived each wound. "I'm damn good at hunting people down, too, so I'd suggest coming out!"

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Send me a very scandalous rumor about my muse to see how they would react.

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Never have I ever lost a boat.

"Fuck you, Daud." She takes a shot.

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Send my muse a 'Never have I ever [blank]'. If my muse has done it, they have to take a shot.

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@murkymouth

Lizzy was getting used to Tranquility. Sure, being landlocked still made her skin crawl. Sure, it was all safe and the bears were entirely too fucking friendly in the wrong ways. But strangely enough, she found herself settling. She hated settling. It represented everything she stood against.

Of course, sitting in her apartment and stewing made it worse, so she took off. As she left, she noted that the names on the other rooms in the apartment had changed. Or at least she thought they had, because she sure as hell didn't recognize the name. "Wade... Wilson. Huh, weird. Could've sworn that wasn't the name there."

She shook it off as just another weird feature of an increasingly weird place, and set out for town. Eventually she ran into the farmer's market the locals ran every day. Not much use to her, but it was always fun to people watch. Never knew when she'd fine someone that'd keep her busy. She settled up against a wall and crossed her arms in front of her, waiting.

It didn't take very long this time. A bit down the line of stalls was a (assumedly) human wearing literally the brightest outfit she'd ever seen. Lizzy couldn't see his face either, because he wore a full-face mask that was the same color red as the suit. From where she was, she couldn't hear what he was saying. Whatever it was though, he was passionate about it. A lot of hand gestures and exaggerated body movement.

"Well, this ought to alleviate some boredom." Lizzy pushed off the wall and made her way over. She wasn't more than halfway there when she heard him. Loud voice to match his loud body language. Lizzy approached and couldn't figure out a word of what he was saying. Something about... ex-men? Superheroes? Whatever he was talking about, the poor beleaguered vendor looked ready to snap. The stranger just kept talking, and talking, and talking. It was incredible.

Eventually she stepped up and into their field of view. "You know, I'm pretty sure that bear's about to collapse from trying to keep up with you."

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△ So. Why the teeth?

1/10. Simple, I thought it’d looked fucking cool.  And it does.

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dreadfulcry‌:

Compassion is the last thing Billie expects, after telling Lizzy the hows and whys of her abrupt exile from Dunwall; the abortive movement of comfort, the way Lizzy’s fingers curl around Billie’s hand–she chokes a bit, does her best to turn it into a laugh, but the sound is watery, no matter her best attempts.

“Thanks,” she says, through a bit of a snort, “but I’m only fifteen years older than I was–” she hesitates for a minute, musters up a grin, continues: “–brat.” Billie isn’t the sort inclined to giggle, but she’s tempted; the novelty of being so much older hasn’t quite worn off yet, and she can’t help but find any reminder both disquieting and hilarious. She’s hoping the joke will lighten the mood, never one to want to dwell in her own feelings for long. Lizzy’s attempts at humor are more than welcome, leave an odd feeling of warmth in her chest. It’s been… a while, since she felt this particular brand of it. She thinks she may have missed it.

“As for Delilah,” she says, scrubbing at her face, “I’ve got a few ideas bumping around. Want to be careful, though. She’s tricky; it’s half the reason I liked her.” She leans back on the bed, now that she’s finished telling her story, bumps Lizzy’s foot with her own. “Does that mean I can count you in, when I work out what I want to do?” She hopes the answer is yes. She hopes.

Lizzy’s laugh comes out difficult first, then louder.  “Still old enough to look like I should be escorting you across the street.”  It’s a mean joke, but a joke all the same.  Though anyone that knew her knew to expect more than a few jabs.  The laughter catches, and before she knows it she’s half bent over in a giggle fit.  Eventually she stopped and took a deep breath.  “Sorry, sorry.  Haven’t had much to laugh about since Dunwall.  Even the stupid shit’s getting me.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m in.  Haven’t got any better offers, that’s for sure.  And at least if I’m getting into shit, I’m doing it with a chick I can trust.”  That wasn’t easy to admit.  Trusting didn’t come to her, well, at all typically.  Billie was special though.  Before she could let that cause another moment, she got to her feet.  “Well I think that’s enough emotion for one night.  I’m going to head out, go get some sleep.”

Lizzy got to the door before turning back.  “See you soon, Billie.  It was good seeing you again.”  And with that, she made for the exit.

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