Not a mirror in sight- except for those shiny bulls...

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~If the pen really were mightier than the sword, then Lilah figures she wouldn't be at such a disadvantage in this ridiculous place. She has a sharp way with words, but hand to hand combat? They pretty much skipped over that part in law school. She figures she's screwed, cause this twig in princess clothing definitely knows something about fighting, and while they're not in control of their actions, her body has that motor memory thing going for it, and Lilah's only knows the nail and bite and kick tactic. But when Lilah's frantic clawing becomes cringing, cowering defense, she realizes immediately that she's gaining back some self control. And as wonderful a revelation as that is, it also leaves her wondering why it takes her so long to articulate it to the Punching Princess. Maybe it's the head trauma.

Lilah sees Toothpick is recovering, too, and tries to grab at her wrist before the little coward takes off, but while her hand reaches out, it's slow and her fingers feel fat and uncoordinated. What, did Her Royal Bitch screw up a nerve or two dishing out someone else's dirty work?~

Hey, Pollyana, we need to freshen up. Two ladies like you and me can't go walking anywhere looking like this. Come with me down to the city; we can use those lumbering furnaces as mirrors. C'mon.

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*Beauty tries to spin and flee, but where she is normally as lithe and nimble as a gazelle, now she finds that taking three steps in the desired direction requires all her concentration. And while she is grateful that her body seems finally willing to do any small thing she suggests, she cannot but wish that it would do it less grudgingly.

The crazy woman(Lilah yes that is her name)makes a grab for her and Beauty instinctively wants to pull her arm back. But she seems not to be able to manage both her arms and legs at once so she keeps focusing on her legs praying that her arms and the rest of her will invariably follow. Then Lilah makes her suggestion. Go down to Dis-is she crazy? Well, yes Beauty is reasonably sure she is but this is too much.*

If you value a looking glass so much as to wish to pay for it with eternal immolation than you are welcome to it. It is the most foul of all the places I have been to here. I wish no part of it and I would ask you reconsider. Besides, nothing here stays fresh.

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*LIlah hasn't come all this way for nothing, and she isn't about to go into Dis without someone else around. Two heads and all that, come to it- two bodies to run in two different directions if they're seen, increasing her chances of getting away. Then there's the possibility of trade, human shield... it just makes sense.

She raises her fist in front of the girl's face, but it seems to take a great deal of effort to make a convincing fist.* Look, honey, you've got two choices. Either you come down into the city with me and help me figure a way out of this funhouse, or you make me DRAG you with me as my unwilling prisoner. See this corset? These are whalebone, for god's sake, if I truss you up in this you won't get out on your own, trust me.

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*Immediately following her threats to Beauty, Lilah spins and intends to march down into Dis, certain that she's intimidated the toothpick sufficiently to her needs. But the spin loses control and she overcompensates, stumbling and very nearly landing on her ass. Instead, she catches herself on her hands and knees like a child who overstepped her balance. Like a cat, she pretends she needs to tie the men's workboots on her feet, with an "I meant to do that" air.*

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*On seeing Lilah's unsuccessful attempt at bullying her, Beauty cannot help but giggle. The sound comes out in a rush, a delayed reaction as her vocal chords suddenly remember their function. The sound is bright and airy like birdsong, and Beauty claps her hand to her mouth with a slowness that would look comical on any one less than a fairytale princess.

As it is, her amusement shifts to dread and fear as the sound echos across the edge of Dis. It is not a fear of Lilah-but of other thins such a sound might draw. Lilah cannot fail to notice the change in her demeanor as she convinces her body to fold itself into as small a target as possible. No longer is she the proud defiant royal but the cowering child waiting to be punished for forgetting the rules. She screws her eyes shut, holds her breath and waits.*

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Honey, you NEED good ole Lilah if that's the best you can do. You're scared of a little repercusion? You know what I say? FUCK YOU, HELL. WAIT'LL I GET MY HANDS ON YOUR TENDER BITS!

So, *she takes hold, albeit clumsily, of Beauty's arm and tugs,* you coming or what? I can't keep an eye on you from Dis. Wouldn't you rather have me around to look out for you? *She intends to haul the brat to her feet and drag her with her, but her body's still wobbly and the best she does is an insistent pull like a little kid begging Mommy to pick her up. Lilah sneers and shakes her head in disgust.* Do you really want to be all alone in this shithole?

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*Beauty doesn't immeadiately uncurl but she does start to tremble and even cry a bit. When she does look at Lilah two things become clear. 1-She IS frightened of Lilah and 2-it is not because Lilah is a vicious bitch and ruthless bloodthirsty lawyer who once had the resources of Hell at her disposal. It is simply because Lilah is so obviously insane and the crazy are less predictable here than the demons.*

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Oh, c'mon you sniveling little creampuff.

*She begins heading a little haphazardly toward the city, and despite the difficulty of taking literal baby steps is making good time. She glances back to see if the twerp is following.*

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*Beauty is following although she is trying to keep increasing the distance between herself and Lilah a little at a time hoping she will have a chance to make a break from the unstable woman.*

What are you looking for in this place? There is nothing for you here but torment and death. Believe me, I have seen more than enough of both in this place.