"...wow, has anybody ever told you you're a serious downer... and a bit of a bitch?" she asked, rolling her eyes as she stood up, taking the book with her and holding it up "I couldn't care less about your personal thoughts.  I'm more concerned this thing is a magical item for communication and you plan on raising hell for me."<br/><br/>Gripping her skirt, she had a moment to tear it some before the Matron loosed a scream, gripped her skirt and tried to kick Doxi away.  Hell, the old woman couldn't muster much though, especially not against the seasoned ex-marine and pirate captain, but the domineering woman put up a hell of her fight, even in those petticoats and underskirts.  Her screams were loud, but Doxi was determined, and had plenty of experience pulling skirts off, even in pseudo 'rape' sessions.  Ripping it off on one side - being called the foulest of names that a noblewoman could call her, which is to say they were bland and uncreative - Doxi finally came away with the skirt, the older woman glaring the depths of the Abyss at her.<br/><br/>Of course, she didn't keep the skirt long; Doxi tossed the book to the ground, drew her gun, wrapped the barrel, and then fired a muffled shot<em>through</em>the book into the floor of the ship (not that it would go through the floor; the ship was too potent for that).  A nice 60 caliber bullet hole in the book, she sheathed her pistol, tossed the book at the woman (not to hurt her of course) and then tossed the flaming skirt into the corner to finish it's burning.  She glared the woman down then, thumbing her gun all the while.<br/><br/>"There, your 'private thoughts' or whatever the fuck it is are safe and sound." she said, her tone soft, but flat and measured "And personally that's the least of my irritations with you.  You insult my goddess who upholds the virtues of any of the gods in the Sovereign Host, and yet that's not the highest point either.  You insult my honest good intentions for your daughter, who is<em>suffering</em>in a fashion I'm sure you could never fathom... what kind of a mother do you think you are you aristocratic, political<em>whore</em>!"<br/><br/>She spat then, right at her feet, hand on her gun still lest the woman grow a spine then.  This woman<em>infuriated</em>her with how she treated her daughter's plight as lesser than her own gods-be-damned pride... but you didn't get paid for corpses, unfortunately.<br/><br/>"Like I said: you want to be treated like a prisoner, then that's what will happen if you keep this bullshit up..." she said, closed her eyes, took a<em>deep</em>breath, and then released it to be smiling again "Now, are you in a better mood, or shall we commence with the unpleasantries?  I do dislike unnecessary unpleasantries..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimidate: At 2011-10-17 20:33:00, Keelan (uid: 15533) rolls: 1d20a14 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32323)</div></div>