Honestly, she probably doesn't to get involved. She just came from the gym, and she's still a little sweaty and would much rather go wash off instead of being faced with two freaks. She's not a warden. Who cares?
Still, it's a little too interesting to not stop when BJ is face-down and Callisto is just poking at his burnt remains.
"Shit." He chuckles to Callisto, tapping his fingers against the floor in thought. "Who here has lightning in a jar? Some half-Zeus kid, probably. Which, let's be honest, is half this ship. That guy gets around."
He tries to roll over and look at Elizabeth, but his limbs are still locked up and moving still is not going to happen just yet.
Another chuckle from the peanut gallery, as he attempts to get his hands up underneath him and gives up half-way through. This is nice, though. He fawns over Callisto, turning his head to one side to look at her fingers with obvious adoration.
"That's the spirit. Shock me again, sister. My hair is like 80% grease and flammable liquid, it'll be funny."
She makes a face, but does take a step forward. "If you're going to fuck, please find a private room. No one wants to see that."
If not (because she isn't sure about Callisto's morals but she's fairly sure the woman has at least some taste) she's going to keep her eyes on those sparking fingers.
"We aren't going to fuck," Callisto snaps, disgusted at the very idea. She does seem to have misjudged this situation though, with how Betelgeuse is reacting to someone trying to kill him.
Elizabeth takes a step forward and Callisto twists to face her, holding her hand up and letting another spray of cinders flicker threateningly. "Did you think to have something else to say?"
He opens his mouth to immediately go, "There are a few people who want to see that!" but he shuts up and manages to roll over on his side, staring down Elizabeth for the first time.
"Okay. That one hurt." BJ says in light of his own movement.
"Uh. Usually takes me a few hours after death to get back up on my feet again so if you ladies are gonna fight, by all means keep it going here, I could use some girl-on-girl entertainment."
Elizabeth purses her lips and crosses her arms, looking at Callisto. She squares up a little, though, clearly ready to throw down if she attempts to hurt her with those.
"Did he do something specific to piss you off, or did you just want to kill someone?"
She doesn't sound like she thinks very highly of that. She also doesn't think very highly of BJ, but she can ignore that remark.
Elizabeth is reacting in a way Callisto understands, so she gets the bulk of her attention. Wiping her fingers off on the nearest shoulder of Betelgeuse's jacket, she pushes to her feet and turns to face the other woman - taking a step away so it's harder for the man to look up her skirt.
"Yes," she says simply, smiling her broad, snake smile. "Does that change what you think you're going to do about it?"
She briefly glances at BJ, face completely neutral. She doesn't enjoy violence, she's no gleeful sadist, but she also doesn't need to roll over that easily.
"What's been your goal here, exactly, Callisto? Just killing people left and right-- for what?"
He grins back at Callisto, settling down to watch the show. No love lost here between him and someone who chooses to stick around to get herself killed by a loose cannon.
And that makes Callisto laugh: first a hitch of delighted surprise, then a trill of a giggle that sinks into a deep belly laugh that she almost lets double her over for a moment before she glances down the length of Elizabeth again and shakes her head.
"Believe me," she tells her, very seriously for how she's still smiling, "It's going to take far more than just you to change anything like that."
Last chance, Betelgeuse had said. That counts as a warning, which Callisto isn't always inclined to give anyway. She kicks one foot off the wall right by the man's head and dives, fast and low and full force for Elizabeth.
She's familiar with that move, and sees it coming even if Callisto is quick. She's used to leveraging her slight figure, and she knows to angle her shoulder just so, hoping to hit Callisto in the solar plexus.
Fuck her and her melodramatics. Elizabeth is determined to put up a damn good fight.
It's a sound hit, and on someone who needed to breathe it would lay them out. But although she may not have her powers anywhere close to their full potential, there are still perks to being a god, and to having reinforced armor right over her ribcage.
She grunts out of habit more than anything, but doesn't flinch and doesn't slow. Her aim is to roll them, to twist and slam her opponent into the opposite wall of the narrow stairwell with a yip of pleasure.
She goes, not exactly like a ragdoll but a lot more easily than she'd
bargained for when getting into this. Her back hits the wall, knocking the
breath out of her with a grunt. Practically on auto-pilot, she goes to slam
her palm against Callisto's nose- nothing like a little gusher to knock you
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Still, it's a little too interesting to not stop when BJ is face-down and Callisto is just poking at his burnt remains.
"Do any of you need a doctor?"
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"Lightning, dear. It was lightning," she informs him, satisfied. Maybe a little too satisfied.
And then Elizabeth is there and Callisto barely even looks up. "Why, do you have one?"
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He tries to roll over and look at Elizabeth, but his limbs are still locked up and moving still is not going to happen just yet.
"Who's that?"
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"I do," she snarls, maybe a touch suggestively, the fingers she reaches for his hair with sparking. Children of Zeus indeed.
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"That's the spirit. Shock me again, sister. My hair is like 80% grease and flammable liquid, it'll be funny."
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If not (because she isn't sure about Callisto's morals but she's fairly sure the woman has at least some taste) she's going to keep her eyes on those sparking fingers.
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Elizabeth takes a step forward and Callisto twists to face her, holding her hand up and letting another spray of cinders flicker threateningly. "Did you think to have something else to say?"
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"Okay. That one hurt." BJ says in light of his own movement.
"Uh. Usually takes me a few hours after death to get back up on my feet again so if you ladies are gonna fight, by all means keep it going here, I could use some girl-on-girl entertainment."
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"Did he do something specific to piss you off, or did you just want to kill someone?"
She doesn't sound like she thinks very highly of that. She also doesn't think very highly of BJ, but she can ignore that remark.
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"Yes," she says simply, smiling her broad, snake smile. "Does that change what you think you're going to do about it?"
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"Not for nothing," He tells Elizabeth in a low voice, "But my money's on Lightning Thief over here. Better run, kid."
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"What's been your goal here, exactly, Callisto? Just killing people left and right-- for what?"
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"I hardly think two bodies qualify. Would you like me to try harder?"
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Killing- sure. But please, Callisto, have some taste about it.
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She can't sustain it long though and it melts away as she continues: "Or did you have a point in stepping in where you didn't have to at all?"
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"Don't worry about me, kid. I'm dead."
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"I don't care about him. But you're a bully. I'm not going to just stand by while you get the idea that you can do whatever the hell you want."
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"Believe me," she tells her, very seriously for how she's still smiling, "It's going to take far more than just you to change anything like that."
Last chance, Betelgeuse had said. That counts as a warning, which Callisto isn't always inclined to give anyway. She kicks one foot off the wall right by the man's head and dives, fast and low and full force for Elizabeth.
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Fuck her and her melodramatics. Elizabeth is determined to put up a damn good fight.
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She grunts out of habit more than anything, but doesn't flinch and doesn't slow. Her aim is to roll them, to twist and slam her opponent into the opposite wall of the narrow stairwell with a yip of pleasure.
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"I am so bummed I can't record this." Betelgeuse complains in an aside to no one. "Go, random strange women! Fight!"
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She goes, not exactly like a ragdoll but a lot more easily than she'd bargained for when getting into this. Her back hits the wall, knocking the breath out of her with a grunt. Practically on auto-pilot, she goes to slam her palm against Callisto's nose- nothing like a little gusher to knock you off-course.
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