lydia c. martin. 17 years young. banshee.
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[text» ice queen]: My age is a secret that I will take to my grave. Repeatedly, as the case may be.
[text» ice queen]: It’s actually a surprise that you haven’t been /hospitalized/ because of that.
[text» ice queen]: Still itching for that apology? Don’t hold your breath, sweetheart.
{ text - asshole } You can take it to your death right now.
{ text - asshole} Seriously, how old are you?
{ text - asshole } I was hoping that you'd hold your breath and slowly asphyxiate.
[text» ice queen]: Why does everyone think I’m /old/?
[text» ice queen]: The fact that it had remained untouched up until now indicates that my common sense is, in fact, fine.
[text» ice queen]: I don’t see why I should. You’ve been less than hospitable.
{ text - asshole } Does that mean you're finally going to tell us how old you are? Or are you just going to turn into dust one day and save us the trouble of giving you a funeral?
{ text - asshole} Hm, I wonder why.
{ text - asshole } Maybe I haven't been hospitable because you drove me /crazy/.
[text» ice queen]: Everyone is entitled to their opinion, yours just happens to be wrong.
[text» ice queen]: Oh, well let me just contact the person who /stole my money/ and kindly request they remove you from the list.
[text» ice queen]: There you go again with the opinions. The last time I checked, Deaton wasn’t the one who helped you discover your powers. He also doesn’t seem to have any ideas on how to control them.
{ text - asshole } It's cute that you think that. But my opinion happens to be valued more than a creepy old man's.
{ text - asshole } Maybe you shouldn't have kept all that money there. Did being dead rob you of your common sense too?
{ text - asshole } And what-- are you saying that you'll keep helping me?
[text» ice queen]: And have I not been useful since my miraculous resurrection?
[text» ice queen]: I suppose I may owe you an apology.
[text» ice queen]: If that’s the case, then the next time you come begging for my help, I won’t offer it.
{ text- asshole }: You call it 'miraculous.' I call it 'unnecessary.'
{ text - asshole }: I would really love an apology. Almost as much as I would love it if my name disappeared from the dead pool.
{ text - asshole }: Deaton is useful. YOU are not.
[text» genius]: I may know more than you think.
[text» genius]: Just making an observation, princess.
[text» genius]: Pretty and dumb doesn’t make for very good conversation, regardless. Don’t you miss hearing an intelligent thought now and then?
{ text - psychotic help }: It's nice to know that your intuition came back with the rest of you. Even though I was hoping you wouldn't come back at all.<
{ text - psychotic help }: Especially since you came back after using me. Also -- don't call me princess.
{ text - psychotic help }:I do like intelligent thoughts, yes. Just not yours.
[text» genius]: Seems to be your type.
[text» genius]: Which is odd, considering you can do better.
{ text- psychotic help }: Careful, Peter, you don't know much about me.
{ text - psychotic help }: You're right. I can do a lot of things but pretty and dumb don't tend to have opinions on useful things.
[text» genius]: I hope he was as impressed by that backhanded compliment as I was.
{text - psychotic help }: Unfortunately, he was not. He just looked confused. He wasn't smart but he was pretty.