Lindsey
** ** "`I don't care whether or not you mean it, wretch. I want to hear it.`" He coils in reverse and darts away from the Rattata to go and poke at a few of the corpses. "`Do you enjoy walking the line between insolence and respect? Does it thrill you? Or are you merely a new kind of mortal imbecile? Only a fool asks for something as useless as gratitude, the important thing is that your enemies and inferiors perform it! So perform.`"
John
"Oh. So then you understand that sort of thing. Social dominance." *He watches as the corpse he pokes mushes under his finger. A fungal spore bursts in his face- it would do something if he was alive, but as is, it just passes through...* "Then... You understand why I won't.

"You already know how to kill me~" *He sits atop a rock, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and flapping it off.* This is going to wrinkle so much... 

"Anyways." *He wrung out some water...* "If I were you, and I'm not... I'd start making 'your plan'." *He looked at his hole through the faint light radiating through the room...* "Or don't. But... There's a lot of fun to be had while becoming the 'killer' you want to be."
Lindsey
** ** "`I understand lots of things.`" The shell rolls backwards off the rock it's perched on and Your Worst Nightmare melts into the darkness. "`You are strange. We will meet again, mortal scum.`"
John
*Reaper raised his hand up, althought he didn't wave it.* "Bye." *He turned around, flipping his now-wrinkled suit back on.* "Let me know if you're coming back, I'll make dinner..."