https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/21189557/#q21281204>[Okay, no time to fuck around.]"All right, Mike. No time to fuck around. Match is this weekend. You, *Chef*, leave us alone, we have actual work to do."
>[LILLITH stands up straight and crosses her arms, looking Omega right in the eyes. Omega sucks her teeth briefly and raises her hands in mock surrender.]"Okay, deal. Stand there and look pretty. But you aren't Mike's mentor, I am. You didn't put your name forward. Kelly BY GODDESS OMEGA DID. So don't get in my way from actually making something of one of YOUR shitty Dojo kids."
>[In an attempt to show she's not scared of LILLITH (spoiler: she is) Omega copies LILLITH's pose and leans against the bench on the other side of Maaike.]"No offence, Mike. So your opponent is 'Araya T. Ramirez'. Ever heard of her? Either of you? Me either. She's a total unknown and from what I gather, not altogether right in the head. I guess you could say..."
Omega touches her finger to her chin and puts on a fake cowgirl accent.
“Ah can’t say Ah know much about her, a-hyuck – tch. Goddess above, I’m funny. But seriously, I don’t know a FUCKING thing about her. All I know is that she has the schizo Kade and the dead cheerleader as her mentors and that means it’s NOT LIKELY she’s going to play fair. Lucky for you, the one and only K-B-G-O has been known to bend the rules from time to time... uh, in the past. I'm not... NECESSARILY saying you have to do that... just keep it in mind."
"But since we don't know anything about her, it's best we focus on you. I'll wager you're bigger than she is... ('cause you're fucking huge... shit, both of you are)... ah, so yeah, your power is your best bet. You do that pumphandle throw thing, right? That's your killshot."
>[Omega locks eyes with LILLITH, who has not blinked or broken her own gaze this entire time.]"Okay, uh, so, Mike. Any questions? What about you, *Chef*? Anything to add?"
