mental link: you're welcome.

[sistershoggoth]

( Who's the medic around here, I think I for serious picked up some fuckin' alien STD from getting dunked into that thing's throat. Like, this ugly fucker in my chest has been sealed for years but it's dripping green. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. )

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[sistershoggoth]

( I'm just saying, like. People are fuckin' useless here. If Murphy hadn't gotten a fuckin' premonition about the Waypoint getting turned on us, we woulda been in deep shit. )

[ But, yanno, on that subject. ]

( I didn't know you were like a freakin' knight though. I just figured you were a dickhead. )

[servitor]

( I'm not a knight. I'm a Glaive. Sometimes it means I'm a well-trained dickhead.

You really don't mince words, do you? )

[sistershoggoth]

( Which part of that was rude? )

[ ...she being serious? Who knows. It's a mystery. ]

[servitor]

( I don't think I said it was rude. I said you don't mince words.

I think you're admitting you were being rude. )

[sistershoggoth]

( I'm a very nice girl, ok. Super eloquent and polite all the goddamn time. )

[ :) ]

[servitor]

( Remind me when you're not being polite. )

[somnifacient]

[You realize Noctis can "hear" the both of you talking about him up there? Most pointedly, the "mint condition" comment from Annie. He's not some fragile collectible, okay.

But really, he's just slipping into this conversation to add one thing:]

(You'll get used to it.)

[servitor]

( That's the part that worries me. )

[somnifacient]

(At least you know "empty platitudes" is not in her vocabulary.)

[servitor]

( Might be too many syllables. )

[savage]

[sistershoggoth]

( I can hear you!!! If you want me to be a fake ass bitch who tells you how nice you are, just fuckin' say so. )

[servitor]

( I think you like me. )

[This is exactly why you're going to die Nyx Ulric.]

[sistershoggoth]

( What gave me away? That time I punched you in the face, or the time I called your mom a fat whore? )

[ Or is it the brain bug alight with how much she likes him. ]

[servitor]

( I thought you had a thing for me when you tried to break my arm. Really sold it then. )

[Something like that.]

[sistershoggoth]

( I didn't break it, just sayin'. Figured you might need it. )

[servitor]

( I'm glad your humility and your smarts shone through that time. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Wow, flattery will get you nowhere. )

[ But it's not like he's wrong about her and her flirting, Nyx lights her up, the other side of the mirror to the way Noctis calms her down. Maybe it's a good thing they're both around to keep her under control from different angles. ]

[servitor]

( I think it's gotten me places. )

[Back before the war, before the Glaive, before the destruction of Galahd, there was Nyx Ulric the bartender. Flattery got him repeat customers.]

[somnifacient]

[Pffft.

He knows better than to respond to that, but. It's impossible to avoid the thread of amusement that reverberates at that remark.]

[servitor]

[When you're in the military, nothing's off-limits.

There's not a single ounce of regret to be found.]

( She's nothing I can't handle. The Glaives were worse than this. )

[somnifacient]

(Hey, it seems to me that you're getting along just fine.)

[servitor]

( She tried to beat me up the first moment she saw me. Can't imagine what she tried to do to you. )

[sistershoggoth]

[ Piping up briefly, but she's not actually here to interrupt: ]

( Tried to explode his brain, I'm pretty sure. )

[servitor]

( You really know how to roll out the welcome mat, Annie. )

[somnifacient]

(It definitely left an impression.)

[It is true, though. She may not have purposefully tried to fry his brain with gaping, fleshy, alien horror, but-- it was a thing that happened.

But he's fine, so it all worked out okay.]

(Anyway, who won?)

[If she tried to beat him up, that means there was a fight. He's curious.]