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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 1, 2017 9:49:56 GMT -5
[ hey hey
yup yup PoC marathons... oh boy. i wonder how long i'll stay awake haha thank u bee uvu i'm guilty of this too but i had a friend ask me where her phone was while she was speaking with me through her phone. i thought she was joking, but apparently she wasn't u-u ;; yup i found my phone which was in the same classroom as i was panicking in. i should have been embarrassed after i found out that it was literally just lying there on the desk just a few feet away from me but... i was just too tired to feel anything you aren't alone on that i'm really not organized either c'x my room looks like the aftermath of a tornado
weather we demand you to stay stable >:U
SUGARCOOKIES right? it is a strange scale
/tries to have a meaningful conversation with sybil/ /ends up spilling ink mid-sentence/ < that would be unrealistic because will and sybil would probably nail that conversation and just continue to be ink-spilling-free-awesome-ppl
yup yup agreed!
see you later ult c; ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 1, 2017 10:57:40 GMT -5
And that was exactly what Morgan did, catching on to Remus’s quick switch. His pale hair fell over his molten eyes when he did so, and he made sure that his muscles were relaxed, loose. He couldn’t appear to be tense. One small awkward gesture and they could all be exposed, though the Lieutenant seemed to be busy by the sight of the ink creating a map over the surface of the table, the substance flowing like a leaking faucet. His movements were smooth, though not overly smooth as how he would have been had he been in a different disguise that he’d been assigned as often when he’d been underneath the control of the people who had raised him. After he hid them well, sifting them into the stack of letters, he listened to the Lieutenant speak along with Remus.
Goodness, it took a bit to keep himself from smiling, though somehow he managed not to when the little fiasco went on with Remus’ little purposeful push. He was used to keeping his face blank when he had to, he realised to himself silently, careful to keep his eyes avid of anything except for a layer of serious calm. He was quick about it when he turned his back a little so that it was impossible for the Lieutenant to see his smooth hands (he doubted that the man could with Remus directly in front of him) and deftly arranged it so that the papers would be hidden beneath the letters. Back in the day, if he had been here on this same mission before he had been taken under the wings of the much more sinister men and women, he knew that his hand would have shaken once. Would it be worth serving them when he knew how they operated? He would die if he failed, and so would the other children in chains. But at least they would not obtain what they desired.
Stopping any trace of his thoughts, he gently, very gently, tipped his head just the slightest bit to signal that he was done, his molten eyes trying to catch those of William’s, since Remus’ back was still facing him. They’d have to leave as soon as possible before anything else happened. The decoy was there and everything looked complete without being out of place, but sooner or later, if the Lieutenant had the sense to look, they would be caught.
We have to go. Now.
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It occurred to her that the man looked very much like Remus. Her dark eyes had almost widened at the sight, though with some degree of relief, she’d realised that he wasn’t him (the moment Remus Hawkins saw her here he probably would have strangled her anyway right there on the spot). Was that…? For a moment, her mind stopped, and all thoughts blanked out for her. She’d once seen the Captain before - it had been a while since their encounter, though she’d spotted him from a safe enough distance while Raoul had rested his chin on his propped up hand and smiled the usual way he did. Specks of blood had been splattered over his cheek, though he only wiped them off casually using the back of his sleeve and lightly tapped her head, telling her to listen. “That’s the Captain. Remember his face, Lenore,” he’d spoken underneath his breath. “He’ll be one of the many who will kill you if he finds out who you are. Do you understand?”
Why was it that she had never once thought that he looked like Remus? Never mind that - he could just coincidentally look like Remus. She’d seen plenty of people who looked alike and at the moment, with the bump being quite sudden and unexpected, her thoughts had been dulled to some degree. The usual thoughts that would have clicked in her head did not come together, but instead remained scattered. “That’s no good,” she could hear a deep, soothing voice in her head of someone who was probably around his mid thirties. “You have to collect yourself, Ellison. Remember that - scattered thoughts may as well be the end of you if you aren’t careful. Understand what you are doing, analyse the situation. Act. Don’t let anyone into your head. Don't let the situation control you.”
If the captain was here… No, no that would be the worst scenario possible. Her dark eyes flickered briefly over to Lu Tang. Their way of payback, she realised. Of course he’d probably been expecting the three boys, not them. She would think of him later, though - as much as she wanted to head over towards him and cut off his path from reaching Eliza, if the Captain exited the room, everything would be a disaster.
She found herself reaching out and grasping the man’s sleeve lightly, though she made it careful to seem as if she’d tipped over and had done so out of the lack of balance. Oh, if this man knew who she was, she was sure she’d be dead on the spot, though, for some reason, even with the very brief glimpse of his face, he didn’t strike her as someone cruel. Her other hand lightly fluttered over for her forehead, which she grasped, and let her eyebrows furrow together, her face seemingly much more pale than it had before.
She made sure to give the right pauses at the right time to stretch out a few of the seconds. This wasn’t the first time she’d used her frail appearance - thin wrists, pale complexion, flowing inky black hair - during a mission. Expression, strength, breathing. They would all have to be controlled with care and precision. “I’m… I’m terribly sorry, sir,” she murmured, as she swayed a little. Her knees buckled just a bit. Her dark eyes were lowered, though they looked up to meet the Captain’s eyes once. Her mind was telling her to get away as soon as possible, though if he left the room, she was certain all would be over. Sure, she was certain that she would be able to escape before the chaos with Eliza and Sybil, but as if that was going to happen. Remus had said that he would be there for her if she needed him. It sounded strange, it sounded weird, she knew, but she wasn’t going to abandon him or Morgan or Will for that matter. She was quite certain that the other two weren’t willing to, either.
In any case, those two Purple Dragons would probably pull something to match her act to pry her away from the Captain. If she could, she would have liked to pleasantly murder them right then and there. This was far from good - had she ever mentioned that one of her fears was being humiliated? The feeling of having everything being stripped down, all the cautiously built walls, everything being revealed and mocked and seen. Lungs slowly filling with ice, pressure pushing down on the shoulders. Being helpless, ashamed, completely vulnerable. She hated it. She loathed it, because she was so familiar with it. And while guns and knives and ghosts did not frighten her, humilitation, which had been one of the first cruel lessons to be learnt when becoming a part of Lord Irving's collection, did. It genuinely unnerved her. And yet here she was, doing something that might as well lead to that.
Hurry up, you three, she pleaded silently. The moment the Captain realized that they were intruders, it would be the end. There would be no escaping, no luck to follow them. Their wings would be clipped and they would all fall.
As if to realise that she’d been looking directly into the eyes of the well-known Captain, she blushed and lowered her lashes in a single sweep.
“I just… I’m not feeling so well,” she murmured before actually collapsing onto the floor with her hands pressed against the smooth floor and her head bowed a bit, so that locks of her dark hair fell over her face.
Hopefully Sybil and Eliza would be able to hold off the other deadly gathered groups. They were needed. They all were. If one of them were to be missing right now, had there not been Sybil or Eliza, everything would be a disaster. Nothing would have worked and even the idea of a separate infiltration idea would have been futile. They were here together because the other three needed their help. They would have to stop the other gangs from reaching their goal and letting the Captain go. That was their mission. They needed this to work, or they would sink.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 1, 2017 21:56:10 GMT -5
《 I'm super tired so I'm gonna reply the morning. Glad you found your phone Misc. I've done similar things too many times to count.
Lol no Will would 100% spill ink in that situation. Will could probably manage to spill ink when there isn't any ink around to spill cx what a nerd. ☆
!!!!... I finished my exams finally and now I'm just kinda done. So.. sleep. I'm sleeping now. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 1, 2017 22:59:47 GMT -5
[ You get them shut eyes Ult, catch some Z's ] [ Happy endings for the Misc and then the realization you gotta fix the tornado mess lols ] [ I demand the weather be put into counseling for it's behavior ] [ SUGARNATION ] [ Maybe Ink has a fetish for Will ] [ Yayyy~! Exams stink so celebrate with lots of sleeping. I know that's what I'm gonna do if I ever get done with this branding audit cries until sunday when it's due ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 2, 2017 23:13:16 GMT -5
《 That's probably it. Ink has a fetish for Will. Guys you can skip me for tonight. I'm with friends so I don't have time to write up a reply. If you guys want to continue with your characters & the Remus/Morgan/Will part I'll just catch up later. 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 2, 2017 23:29:23 GMT -5
i had smth written down and then the internet decided to stop working /cries
ink's fetish for will will be the end of him it's okay bee you'll be all right /pats
no worries ult go and rest and celebrate and have fun c: ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 3, 2017 12:37:09 GMT -5
[ Ink has a Will fetish confirmed 2017 ] [ Celebrate good times come on, lalala can't remember the rest of the song You go have funs Ult.]
"Ma'am?" Hadrian turned his eyes to the woman when she grasped his sleeve and seemed to sway. He stopped in his tracks, turning around slowly to help steady the woman. Maybe she had too much to drink? It wasn't unlikely but then again the drinks here were mild...they weren't really that strong to begin with to have someone go tipsy so soon. So maybe something really was wrong with her. "Madam are you alright?" He asked her, his hazel eyes bouncing around her face before his brows furrowed slightly from that extended amount of time in concern. "Do you need to sit down?" He asked once more, gesturing slightly toward an empty table while keeping one handle on her elbow. But that didn't seem to help when she collapsed to the floor causing a soft gasp to roll through the crowd around them. The voices in the room lifted in volume, the two Purple Dragons stopped in their tracks while watching the scene with dark frowns crossing their faces. But Captain Hadrian stayed respectfully calm, kneeling down beside her keeping one hand on her shoulder while tipping his head to the side.
"Someone bring a chair and some water" He said, his voice cutting through the crowd of gasping Lords and Lady's who rather stand around and watch the scene then help. He heard the scrapping of a chair being pulled out and some shifting in the bodies surrounding them. "Back up, give the Lady some room..." He said, glancing upwards when a Lord dragged up a chair for the fainting woman. "Alright...I'm going to help you up into that chair alright?" He murmured, wrapping and arm around her shoulder while his other hand grasped her forearm to lift her up. He helped settle the dark haired woman into the chair, careful not to jostle her around. He use to have such a firm hand, too rough but since Alice was born, he learned to have a more gentle touch to things. "Do we need to bring in a Doctor?" asked one Lord from the side, causing Hadrian to turn his head slightly to the question. "I...I don't think so. But just in case I think we should bring in Baker...he use to be a field medic before leaving the post to here" Hadrian said, kneeling back down in front of the woman and offering a reassuring smile.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing in some medics...you can't be so sure now a days. I've become a bit of a paranoid since my wife gave birth so you have to forgive me for wanting to be sure you are alright" He said in a casual, light tone. His wife use to be like this, light-headed at times during her pregnancy, and her giving birth was a bit of a problem. Went on a bit too long, it hurt more then it usually would apparently. At the end she was incredibly weak, wouldn't eat a lot. It was a worrisome time so Hadrian kept a medic around almost 24/7 to make sure she was alright, wouldn't go to sleep until she did and confirmed she was actually sleeping and well...not dead. If anything were to come to harm Alexandra he didn't know what to do, she was basically the sane, down to earth woman that kept his floating brain from drifting off into lala land. He heard a few footsteps behind him, the clipping of boots but it wasn't the sharpness that he was use to hearing with Thomas Baker. He turned is head slightly to see just a normal red jacket cadet, lingering slightly from behind like he was worried to catch something from the fainting woman. "Um...I heard the sound of disturbance...." The cadet seemed...confused, his eyes darting around him while also looking to the captain.
"Yes, this young lady fainted just a moment ago...I was wondering if Thomas was here so he could check if anything is seriously wrong"
"Yes sir, the Lieutenant is here but he had escorted three cadets to your office...to fetch letters that you requested" The cadet said, shifting his feet a bit when the Captain turned his gaze to the young man with furrowed eyes. "I didn't send any cadets to fetch any letters..." He said, straightening his back slightly. "But sir...Lieutenant Baker was informed just a few days ago you wouldn't be able to come. You signed the letter and everything" The cadet pushed on, lowering his voice when the captain stood suddenly. "I didn't send any message I was on my way back to fetch the documents" He hissed softly, his mind tossing around this new info like a salad. His eyes glanced backward toward the crowd for a moment, trying to clear any panic or alarm from his face while letting a false smile spread across his lips. It seemed to run in the family to be able to pull off that kind of smile. "But I'm sure...they were sent by another Captain Hawkins...Cadet you stay here with the young lady and I'll fetch Baker..." He said
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Sybil could see the whole scene unfold with a mixture of emotions running through her mind. First it was just a strike of panic when she saw Lenore wobble, at first she thought maybe someone had spiked a drink she had taken but then again she hadn't seen Lenore pick up a glass of anything. Sybil kind of shifted her feet more so towards her other Raven in an attempt to help her, no longer chit chatting with Lord Nathienal any more and more so concerned for her friend. Her feet only stopped when she noticed the two other purple dragons stop in their tracks as well, one was almost close enough for Sybil to grab by the arm. They had been moving moments ago why did they stop? Her eyes darted to Lenore, or rather tried with so many other people around her. Taller people. She pressed her lips together in a fine line as she adjusted her stance to at least see a glimpse of what was happening through the gaps in the crowd, her eyes pinned on Lenore who was being helped up by some man. A guard by the looks of his attire...although he must be important if Lenore had fainted right in front of him. Whoever he was, he kneeled down to Lenore and said something to her, offering a smile.
Yikes. Sybil felt her heart leap to her throat when seeing his face, for a moment she too thought it was Remus in a red coat. That he had come to the party to check on a escape route. But seeing his face once more, she realized it wasn't....Remus would have been strangling Lenore by now if he was here anyway. Well not strangling but probably yelling at least. She watched for a moment longer, her body shifting here and there to keep an eye on her friend when the crowd shifted. The man stood...god that smile even reminded her of Remus. He was walking awayyyy....and the two dragons began moving once more. This time moving quicker like the were trying to stay on top of the man. Well whatever it was they planned on doing with the red lobster man she couldn't let it go on as smooth as Lu Tang wanted now. The Purple dragon near her began to pass, and she let her body shift forcefully into his like she was trying to get by. He was pushed off balance, right into a pair of Lords before stumbling to the ground. Ouch... She thought to herself, one hand going to her face as if she was shocked by what happened while her other arm drifted down to her side that sent a little shift of pain up her body. "Oh sir! I did not see you there! I don't know how I couldn't with that suit of yours"
Little did she know she was gonna have to handle both a Rockshire and the Purple Dragons...a little bit of a chaos was bound to find the Ravens right?
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Remus glanced back when he caught Morgan standing from the corner of his eyes, looking back to the Lieutenant before offering a sheepish smile of his own. "We will pay for the ink sir, and we would stay to clean it up but the Captain is really wanting these letters before the week is done." Remus shifted backwards as Baker scowled slightly before sighing. "Well considering how fast you got here I don't see why you can't clean it up." He said, sounding a bit set on the three cleaning up the mess instead of just Will. "Of course sir but...can we put these important letters back to the horses before that? We don't want anything else to happen to them, he'll have our heads" Remus tried, watching Baker roll his eyes. "Fine, one of you go put them back and the other two can go and fetch water and a rag to clean this up" He said, crinkling his nose when looking at the mess. "Right, of course sir" Remus said, knowing full well when they leave here they won't be coming back to clean anything up. Remus nodded toward the doorway, already turning on his heel and heading out while the Lieuteant grumbled around the desk and his own hand stained in ink, plus clumsy cadets.
"Wait"
Remus froze in his tracks when he heard Bakers voice suddenly, Remus already had the door opened. "Yes...sir?" Remus asked, his heart suddenly picking up in speed, thumping against his chest like it would pop out. "Where are the other documents that were on this desk?" He asked, looking around for the pile of useless letters and such that Remus had stacked up on the end table. "Right there sir...on the end" Remus responded, letting his comrades exit the room first before following. He looked back at the Lieutenant when he walked over to the stack, lifting up the first page. Remus didn't have pleasure of waiting around for the man to figure out that the documents were all useless letters, for the door closed and his fingers switched the lock on the door on the way out. "Alright boys...let's get out of here before things get rocky" Remus said, not smiling yet in victory for they still had to get out of here....but it seemed a bit too easy. Where were the other gangs? He knew for a fact Lu Tang could easily get in here through the gangs connections to the royal assembly but...the other two? Remus didn't dwell on it, he had to focus on getting out of here. "I have to say though, you two did a good job in there considering the pressure." He praised the other two. But he didn't mention about how now they somehow needed to get out before everyone noticed Baker locked in the Captains office
"Cadets. Wait just a moment" Crap. Remus felt his heart leap into his throat at the voice, his blood going cold as he turned his head slightly to the voice, the sound of boots clipping against the floor towards them. No no no no no He thought as he turned his head toward his brothers voice, icy blue eyes shining for the first time in a long time of a feeling he thought long since died out- Fear
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 3, 2017 21:41:55 GMT -5
《 Sorry if this comes across as jumbled and tired cx 》
Dear god, this girl was frustrating. What on Earth about her could've possibly caught Will Gansey’s attention?! It wasn’t like she was unattractive - although Nat hadn't thought much the opposite, either, but that had less to do with her - but Nat had always thought Gansey was into the more… refined type. Elegant, classy girls. That was the type he'd always caught the green-eyed boy flirting with - but then again, he flirted with anything that moved. Never more than that, though. He'd boasted about his exploits, yes, but Nat had never seen Will do anything remotely intimate. Not that he paid much attention to that. He had more important things to worry about than who Will might be snogging. But Sybil Rye… Wasn't she anything but his type?
Nat's eyes followed her gaze to the group of chattering ladies at one of the tables. He cringed slightly - which wasn't even a part of his act, although the words that followed certainly were. “Ah, well… I'm sure they're all lovely, but they're really not my type.”
And then she seemed to stop paying attention to him entirely. Nat pouted for a second, but didn't dwell on it. He actually wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish here. Outside of seeing Will dance with her last month and that odd conversation at the brawl (he was positive it had been Will) he had absolutely no proof they even knew each other. And -
He watched the girl practically tackle one of the Dragons, except she was the only one to go down. He shook his head, taking this opportunity to slip away rather than help her up. What? He was bitter. And he was here for documents, not revenge. Although that didn't mean he wouldn't be happy to smash Gansey into a wall if they came face to face. He strode for the doors.
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There were few people at the party that Eliza wanted to speak to less than the one in front of her. The vividly purple suit was a crime enough, but the man happened also to be a criminal. She almost shivered when Lu Tang looked her up and down, and not in a pleasant way. She schooled her features into a polite neutrality, smiling sweetly to maintain the casual air of their conversation. The last thing she wanted was for the crowd of civilians here caught up in a mess.
What was one to do with Lu Tang? He was powerful among the Dragons, holding similar status to Remus in the Ravens. If he was here, he was leading their group's mission. And if he was currently focused on her… They didn't know about Remus’s separate group yet. Tang thought that she, Lenore and Sybil were the selected Ravens for this mission, at least for now. Perhaps their choice in focus would work out after all. If all their enemies were here, they at least could be the decoy Ravens. Which meant she ought to keep Lu Tang here distracted - and thinking he was getting in her way. Maybe… maybe she could take a trick from her brother’s handbook. She huffed a tiny sigh, her polite smile looking a little too forced. “I could hardly show up naked to the Queen’s own tea party,” Eliza replied. She returned the favor of giving him an intentionally un-subtle once over, and while he wasn't awful looking, she didn't have to try hard to look unimpressed when she thought about everything he'd done. “I do find purple to be rather last season, wouldn't you agree?”
Then, of course, the scene with Lenore caught her eye. Eliza turned, watching a very-familiar looking man take Lenore to a chair, ordering people about. What was this all about? She didn't have time to worry about her friend, however, when she saw the pair of Dragons slip out behind the Captain. She cast a glance at Lu Tang before moving to follow them. She couldn't let the Dragons get to the boys.
And apparently, neither could Sybil. Just as she made her way towards the pair, a blonde mass of fury collided with one. Eliza stopped, waiting to see which way the situation would go before making her move. She tried to ignore Lu Tang behind her.
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Will, of course, was still sputtering apologies when the others filed out of the room. He was in an exceptionally good mood about that all had went down. He'd have to record that one - a proper mess always made a good distraction. He reached up to rake his fingers through his hair before he realized that a), his hair was slicked back with product, and he had ink on his fingers, so all he managed to do was smear bluish black ink on his forehead. Not that he particularly cared. For someone so proud of his appearance, he cared very little about how he looked in the moment.
There were exceptions to everything, however. Like when he turned to find himself face to face with the real Captain Hawkins, and realized he was a fake cadet in a stolen uniform with ink smudged on his face and a lie in his eyes. He'd guessed about Remus’s connections to the Captain through the name, but looking at him now… In the flesh the resemblance was uncanny. Which didn't change the fact that they'd been caught, and now they really, truly were going to die.
Will didn't have any cards up his sleeve - well, he'd never really been good at magic tricks. The thought triggered the memory of sitting in the infirmary, gentle hands guiding his fingers. Not helpful, he reminded himself, although it wasn't the worst last memory that could've flashed through his mind. He glanced at his companions, hoping they had some other card to play. This would've been a very opportune time for one of the other gangs to make their appearance.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 4, 2017 8:42:36 GMT -5
confirmed 2017 indeed
it's okay i tend to forget lyrics of a song too no problem ult don't worry about it cx your post is amazing as ever ]
He would have appreciated Remus’s comment more had they not been in this situation, in this very place. But Morgan’s lips still managed to tug up faintly. After all, as tense as the situation was, there wasn’t any reason to bring the atmosphere down. “Thank you, Remus. Not now though - we need to leave first,” he said as he sped up his pace when it was visible that other guards weren’t standing by and slowing down when they were. He tipped his head a little when he realized that they were almost out of the palace - had it really been that simple? The exit was so close, and they had the documents in their hand. He’d seen no trace of the other gangs so far, though he was certain that they were around. Hopefully they wouldn’t emerge anytime soon.
He passed by the doors of where the party seemed to be being held, where he heard gasps behind the door, though he made no motion to stop and look at what could have been happening inside. His warm amber eyes were focused only on the path before himself, where they’d finally be able to escape. They’d ride the carriage back, the other Ravens would be waiting for them with expectant faces, and they’d finally have something to lead them to knowing why the game had started in the first place.
Until, that was, all those images shattered in his head when he heard a voice. One that had particularly seemed to rattle Remus, whose icy blue eyes seemed to flash with something wild - something he hadn’t seen from his older companion in a long time. Fear.
He didn’t have much time to think apart from realising that his suspicions, regarding Remus, was true. Just looking at the man who had spoken, the real Captain Hawkins, was enough to confirm it. It wasn’t often Morgan felt his heart tighten and ice-tipped needles make their way up his spine, though, at the moment, circumstances were different.
Because he heard a second voice cut in before anything could happen.
“Captain Hawkins, I haven’t been expecting to see you here. It’s been quite a night, hasn’t it? A commotion in the party, and the report of intruders. I haven’t had this much fun in a long while.”
A man, tall, lean, and thin, walked over to where they stood, his pace quite relaxed and assured. He had gray eyes, which twinkled with humour and kindness, though there were creases underneath them that made him seem weary. He looked like the kind of man who would be reading all night long and writing poetry whenever time allowed him to, thus resulting his tiredness from the lack of sleep. An easygoing atmosphere encircled him, and the small quirk of his lip was quite effortless. For a well-known and powerful lord with an influence over the economy and politics, he didn’t wear very expensive clothing - actually, if anyone who didn’t know saw him, he would appear to be a regular man in his late thirties wandering around the street to buy his daughter a new doll.
Lord Ray.
The man’s gray eyes traveled over to rest on the three disguised cadets, to which he tipped his head once before returning his focus back over to Hadrian Hawkins. “I see that you’ve met Robert, Walter, and Martin,” he continued as he indicated them one by one with a loose gesture of his long hand in the order of Remus, Will, and Morgan.
Morgan’s breath quickened, though he was still careful to let his face remain still, blank from any emotion. His body willed for him to move - to run - but he couldn’t. Every part of his body, every part of himself, felt paralyzed, unable to function. It was as if someone had shut him down entirely, like someone had pressed a button of some sort that made everything within him fall down. The others couldn’t feel it - the others didn’t know what kind of presence this man had. That was the way how this man was - he was unknown as who he truly was, yet so well known simultaneously as Lord Ray, the social, amicable lord of society who was quite generous. When the gray eyes of the man passed over him and lingered, Morgan felt as if snakes were slowly wrapping around his throat and lungs, suffocating him. Air was being torn away from him, and he was only able to draw in a breath when the gray orbs finally moved away to face the true Captain.
He hadn’t seen this man in a very long time. Neither had he seen Raoul for five years, who stood next to the lord with a hand resting on his waist. Raoul was charming as ever, lean and startling with dark, dark brown eyes and thick brown curls of hair and a small mystifying curve of the lips.
What was one of the former four executives (the youngest one in their history) of the Crestles, doing here?
What was that executive doing next to the mastermind of the ruthless organization?
Closing his eyes, Morgan willed the turmoil that gyrated in his stomach to settle. Why were they helping Remus, Will, and himself?
They clearly could see the resemblance between the Captain and Remus. No, more like they probably knew the relationship, assuming their position and who they were, since they knew both of their surnames - Hawkins - from the years of working underground and in the superficial surface world of the dreary city. How were they trying to pull this off?
But the lord's demeanour didn't change as he seemed to catch Captain Hawkins’s expression and lightly raised an eyebrow. “I hope that something isn’t wrong, here. Have my men been bothering you, Captain?” Next to him, Raoul had his arms crossed over his chest and his usual smile dancing across his features, his brown eyes quite pleasant and light-hearted. Thinking about it, right now, where they stood, they lacked guards. Actually there were no guards currently in this hallway - they had moved far enough from the doors where the party was taking place to have been left in a rather empty corridor. It didn't seem like they had any intention to strike, though. Of course they couldn't. They had to save face because they had their roles above the underground, and they were facing the man who could and would sentence them to death if they weren't possible.
They were up to something.
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"Interesting girl, isn't she?" A smooth, amused woman's voice said. "Sybil Rye. A young, prominent fighter of the crows and one of their elites.. yet she doesn't seem to know how to converse with a man even in disguise. I find her to be quite endearing. She reminds me of myself when I was younger."
The woman was tall. Taller than most youthful teenagers who had hit the age of seventeen, which was very tall indeed. She had a fair complexion, and she wore a vivid scarlet dress that fall behind her in a river, which accompanied her dark, hidden molten eyes quite well. Her lips were curved to form the smallest smile, though it didn't reach her eyes, which were just slightly narrowed. If it hadn't been for the murderous glint in her eyes, which belonged to a woman of the underground society who had seen too much and stepped too far in to return to the surface, she could have looked almost like a maternal older sister with the soothing voice she had and the serene demeanour she displayed.
She stood, with a natural calm, right in front of Nathaniel Schuyler, in front of the doors. Her tone shifted a little when she regarded him properly, as did her expression. "I'm sorry to say that I cannot let you through, young prince." She took a small step forward, with her a little to the side, as if to express a certain degree of curiosity. "Let us make things a little easier and stay clear of bringing attention to ourselves tonight, shall we?" Her eyes briefly slipped over to where the other Rockshires stood. At first, it was hard to tell what she could have been implying - but upon closer inspection, many of the men and women who stood in the midst of the guests, the real ones who were oblivious to the presence of the most notorious crime organizations, stood them. Mercenaries. There was something off-putting about the air. Perhaps it was because they seemed to be watching closely for the wrong movement, for anyone who extended their hand out to pusht he door. They were close to where the Ravens were, and they were close to where the Rockshires as well. They were also near the other Crestle in the room. They stood at a respectful distance, but one that could close very quickly.
"It seems that they will make their move if either of us try to leave," she stated as she tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "If you take a step through, your friends won't be the only ones who won't be in trouble. All of us here will." She watched his eyes when she spoke, the hidden glimmer in her eyes fading, replaced with something that was quite true. Genuine. "I don't think that either of us want that, despite our differences, young prince. You understand what will happen if they are to raise a commotion in our current location and our identities are revealed by their hands, don't you?"
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“Excuse me, sir.” A man with sharp and vibrant blue eyes with tousled dark brown hair, which almost looked black, glanced over at one of the Dragons with a small quirk of an eyebrow before Eliza could act. He was lean, and it was noticeable that he was quite muscular underneath his clothing - perhaps it was the way how he walked or how he held himself, with a keenness that could be described to be sleek confidence. He was quite the debonair individual, though his stature made it so that he was short, standing at 5’8”. There was something quite serious about him, other than the casual air that seemed to radiate from him, even though he had an easygoing smirk on his face. “I don’t think that it’s polite to just move away after you’ve bumped into someone.”
Perhaps it had been the light’s blinding fault, but it felt as if his sharp, blue eyes had briefly rested on Eliza, though his gaze was back on the two Dragons in a blink. It was obvious that he was standing in front of the second Dragon’s path to prevent him from reaching the door. He looked like he was in his mid to late twenties, though it was difficult to assume because he had quite a youthful face, making it seem as if he was in his early twenties.
“You there, young miss,” he then said, without turning to look at Eliza, though it was clear that he was referring to her with his next words. “Bring that man behind you over here, will you? The three of you men are acquainted, are you not? You'd better teach your men how to be more disciplined, knocking into ladies and not even bothering to apologize.” That was a lie, and it was depicted in his eyes, which glimmered with amusement. He looked at Sybil with that same good-natured smirk etched onto his face, as if to say: good thinking. He was a stranger, and yet he didn't act like one, apart from the fact that he was keeping a respectful distance between himself and the fierce fighter. In any case, it was clear that he had seen Sybil purposefully bump into them to stop their movements, and it seemed that he was doing the same, too. Tipping his head a little with his weight leaning on his left leg, he regarded Lu Tang, then shrugged his shoulder lightly. “And before anyone claims that I’m being unreasonable,” he added, indicating their flashy purple suits with a swift motion of his hand. “I know that they are because of their identical set of clothing, all right?”
The Crestles had arrived.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 4, 2017 11:18:31 GMT -5
[ confirmed for the rest of the days that ink has a fetish for Will ] [ Ult your posts are always awesome even when tired usually at night creativity is higher then normal, thus why I stay up so late to drawn ]
Have you ever seen Remus Hawkins petrified with fear before?
Have you ever seen him open his mouth and close it like a fish when seeing his brother in the flesh after about...what 6 years apart? After 6 years of his brother not knowing where Remus went off to and only receiving birthday cards as a confirmation for him being alive. Remus didn't have a card up his sleeve for this, for once in his life he was cornered with something he spent so long running away from. "Um...I..." He was at a loss for words, the closer his brother got to them the more hidden emotions came storming back into the red head. His brothers eyes may not be icy cold like his fathers but they had that same affect of stern anger and stone edge. "What do you three think you're doing here?" he demanded, only stopping right in front of the group. Remus felt his feet edge backwards, almost like he wanted to hide behind his comrades rather then stand up front and face him. "We..um sir we...." Remus's voice failed him, coming out as a pathetic mumble instead of answering clearly. Captain Hawkins lifted his eyebrows toward Remus, a frown stretching across his face. "We um sir we what? Speak clearly like a man not a little boy" Captain Hawkins said, his eyes roaming over Will frowning at the smudge of ink on his forehead.
Remus didn't want to speak. He didn't want to talk to Hadrian here or ever again. He wanted to look his brother in the eye and say he was sorry for leaving, he was sorry for leaving Julius and Tiberius behind and for missing little Mary-Anne's birth. He wanted to apologize for not being there for his wedding, for not knowing more about Hadrian's life and his little girl. God, Hadrian had a little girl and was forced into this mess with the gangs. But at the same time Remus wanted to just spin around and punch the living daylights out of his brother, he wanted to argue and tell him what a little goody two shoes he has become over time. But he didn't do anything...he just stood there with his eyes glued on the floor praying that Hadrian would just leave them alone somehow.
Morgan seemed to be the only other normal looking cadet but when Hadrian's eyes landed on Remus, his hazel eyes narrowed further and he leaned forward slightly. "You look..." He began but never got to finish when he heard the old man's voice. Lord Ray.... He thought bitterly, turning his head to face the old man. Remus glanced up at the sound of the old man's voice, his eyes skipping over the lad who was standing next to him and back again. "Lord Ray" Hadrian said, straightening his back slightly. "I wasn't expecting to return until late Sunday...but some friends of the Queen's royal assembly decided to help me get back here quickly as possibly so I might return to my family" Hadrian said, but it sounded forced. Like he didn't wish to speak to the man before him. Which made Remus look up in surprise at the way he was speaking. Hadrian was usually a very social person, very kind to anyone who he speaks to and doesn't show that kind of...distaste before. Remus remained standing there, listening to the old man before raising a eyebrow just slightly. Robert? Walter? Martin? What kind of names were those?
And who the hell was this guy? Last time Remus checked he didn't know a Lord Ray nor did the Ravens have connections to one. Morgan seemed to know, telling from his tense stance all of a sudden. "No my Lord but...I have heard of three cadets that left with Lieutenant Baker to my office to retrieve letters, that I sent. But I did not send anyone in my battalion to fetch any letters...If these men are yours I have to ask why on earth they are here in the first place under my name collecting letters I do not need" Hadrian said. He sounded so reluctant to say anything. Maybe it was because of the stance he had in the economy, maybe it was because he didn't trust the aura of this nice old man. "And where Baker is in fact..." Hadrian added, his eyes going back to the three Ravens. I locked him in your office you twit Remus thought to himself. Boy that would have been funny...if Remus wasn't in a gang and Hadrian wasn't hounding them for this. If Remus had in fact joined the army with his brother like so many before him had would they be laughing together about it? Would they still be as close as they had been 10 years ago? Would Remus had married sooner and had children by the same time Hadrian had? All these things could have gone differently....if Remus hadn't dipped his toes into the art of gangs and gambling.
"I am just trying to sort this out sir...since the activity in gangs has increased I would like to make sure even our own walls haven't been breached by gangs" Hadrian finished, his hazel eyes looking back at those gray ones. Why can't you just leave me alone old man? Hadrian thought bitterly, knowing his previous run in with the Lord have been nothing but a bit tense and unpleasant. Maybe it was Hadrian's fault for being so tense of late, or maybe it was his own gut saying Don't trust sweat old men remember the old guy across the road when you were 12?
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Sybil thought things were a bit too peaceful for their own good here. The Dragon looked down at her with a muffled scowl on his face, hell if Sybil wasn't trying to get back to her feet with her hand pressed against her throbbing side she would have said some snarky remark. But then there was the appearance of some mystery man. The other Dragon had stopped in his tracks when seeing this new guy, his eyes darting to Lu Tang who only seemed to curl his lips...wait that scowl was already there after Eliza's comment. Purple being last season the nerve, if anything your dress is last season have you ever heard of a tailor I swear, and those shoes goodness they don't even match your eyes who dressed you a colorblind oaf?- the thoughts in his head didn't even concern the game right now. Lu Tang everyone, knowing exactly what to focus on on the right time.
He did snap out of it when he heard someone speaking to him, maybe? His eyes dragged lazily to the man and the scowl only got worse. "How in the world did you get in here?" He muttered, motioning with his hand for the Dragon Sybil bumped into, Cory, to help her up. Cory scowled at the idea, looking down at Sybil before bending down to help her up, couldn't exactly refuse with all these eyes around him. "I wouldn't call her a Lady" Cory mumbled as he bent down to help her up.
"You're right...a Lady wouldn't do this" Sybil mumbled, letting her elbow 'accidentally' ram into his gut and jerked upwards to let him stumble back while gasp for air. "My bad sir, I'm so clumsy today" She said with that fake innocent girly voice. The Lords and Lady's around them shifted, some taking notice in the little accident while most were still wrapped up with Lenore. Sybil looked to Eliza, trying to give a little message through her eyes like What the bloody hell is happening and who is shorty here? but obviously couldn't say that out loud. Cory could only grumble, looking up to Sybil like he was ready to fight. Tao though, as amused as he was, looked to Lu Tang who only shook his head slightly. "I don't think I've seen you around lately...of course I don't really care but still...your men must be stepping up their game if you are in here..." Lu Tang looked around the room for a sign of any other Crestels or Rockshires. What were they do now? Were they all hopelessly deadlocked here together with nothing to do? They couldn't bust out their pistols or knives in fear of being hounded by the Queen's guards. So what move did they plan on doing.
Sybil on the other hand only shifted herself away from the Dragon...and a bit of distance from this new guy, whoever he was. She wanted to stand by Eliza, to stand by someone familiar. She didn't like the smirk this guy gave her, like they were best friends. Did they know each other or something too? Did she know anyone here?! Sybil was quiet tired of people somehow seeming to know her but she had no idea who they were. Clearly this guy seemed to be part of the other gang but she had no idea if he was Rockshire or Crestel. Or some third party they haven't seen yet, it was hard to forget that they weren't the only gangs going to the goal here...assassin's and mercenaries were involved as well but she rarely saw them. "Well this is fun isn't it, should we all sit down and eat small sandwiches and gossip hm? Or are we going to start some scene here? Start another brawl for the prize?" Lu tang asked the group, sending Eliza a pointed look before looking to the Crestel. Cory was still holding his middle while Tao stood just a few paces away...waiting for the gesture to keep moving and stay put.
"Cause frankly even if a scene starts I doubt all of a us would get out of here...alive" He went on, his voice slithering like some snake. Sybil only narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling like they were in deadlock here. None of them could really start something...although if the Crestels were here there was no telling what would happen. Her stormy gray eyes glanced toward the blue eyed man and then skipped to Eliza. What to do now? Sybil was no Remus she couldn't think of some master plan. She was just muscle wearing a dress.
"This isn't like Lady Rebecca's party...." Lu Tang looked to Eliza then, narrowing his eyes a bit as if saying that he wasn't going to let another Gansey shoot at him like last time. "...and I don't really intend to leave here empty handed"
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 4, 2017 14:24:38 GMT -5
“Yes, yes, I’ve heard of that as well - that’s why your arrival is an unexpected event,” answered the Lord with a casual wave of his hand, though it was clear that he’d been listening to the Captain’s words. “But are you certain that these specific three are the ones who have done so?” He asked, lightly tapping his chin. For a man in his late thirties (thirty-six to be exact) he was quite youthful, though there was more age in his gray eyes that certainly belonged to someone older. He had a sharp jawline yet still managed to have a gentle face and a few of his dark locks hung over his eyes, though they were mostly pushed out of the way. When he had been younger, he probably had been sought after quite frequently. It was surprising (then again it wasn’t at the same time) to know that he didn’t have a wife, and didn’t seem to have any thoughts of having one. Though, he was
“Gangs?” He blinked at the Captain’s words before he shook his head and chuckled. “I’m sorry, Captain Hawkins, but I’m afraid this is no mundane place,” he said as he shook his head a little and leaned back, gesturing quite swiftly and deftly with his hand. “Let me ask you a question, Captain. Have you ever seen a sewer rat with the courage to rise to the surface, knowing that they will be slaughtered upon sight?” His gray eyes, which had been focused on the high ceiling of the corridor, traveled over to land on Hadiran, the slight, effortless tug of his lips lingering. “I assure you that you have not. They crawl in places that are easy, places that they are comfortable enough to sneak within. This is not that place.”
“As for the Lieutenant… he has not yet heard of your presence, so he may be elsewhere for the time being. I have just spotted you myself, after coming down to check on Ruth. I can send Charles, here, upstairs to go and search for him if you’d like.” He seemed to ignore the look that Raoul gave him at the name, which the lord hadn’t even bothered to match the first letter of his name with. But he shooed the younger individual away, who listened and turned around after giving the captain and the others a small, nonchalant, and non-serious salute.
He then lightly placed his hand on Morgan’s shoulder, who seemed to remain utterly still, not daring to move. To others he would have appeared stoic, simply keeping a straight face. Only Morgan could feel the slight pressure of the grip that was on his shoulder, and he had to close his eyes to keep himself from wincing. “In any case, all I know is that these men were sent by me to run a quick errand, and I cannot fathom of them being anything but my subordinates as of current, as I take care to choose who runs what for me. If they truly were the ones who the report speaks of, I will have it known. Until then—”
“Ray!” A childish voice interrupted him from speaking any further, and even the lord looked a little caught off guard as he glimpsed over to where the call had come from. Zipping past all the statues and the paintings hanging on the walls was a very young girl with short hair and large, gray eyes. She didn’t stop to consider the others as she leapt and tackled the lord with a bear hug, though that wasn’t saying much since she looked quite frail, despite the flush on her face and the light spark in her eyes. She looked around eleven, with a round face and, currently, a small pout. “Where were you? I’ve been looking for you all over!” There was a second child next to her, a boy who looked about ten or nine, with doe brown eyes and hazel brown hair. He looked quite shy, even if he’d been hurrying to catch up with the girl, and hid behind the lord’s leg to peek out from behind.
“I’m sorry, Rose,” the man answered, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “But I did just see you. I’m glad that you brought Cecil, though,” he said as he crouched down to lightly tousle the hair of the seemingly younger boy who blushed brightly at his touch, seemingly embarrassed.
“That doesn’t matter,” the girl answered while stomping her foot once on the ground before she glanced over at where the others stood, her eyes widening a bit as if she hadn’t realised that they’d all been there. She then scurried to hide behind the lord’s other leg, just like Cecil, peeking out from behind and gripping his clothing with her hands. “Can we go home now? Please..? I still haven’t heard what happened to Florence!”
“Ah, well,” the lord answered with a small cough (of what suspiciously seemed to border something both sheepish) as his attention returned to the Captain. “That depends on what the Captain says, here.” It seemed that his gray eyes, which were already quite easygoing, had softened more at the sight of the two youths huddled behind him and peeking out nervously at the Captain and the other three disguised Ravens. “I’m sorry - they’re just a little shy. This is my niece, Rose, and my nephew, Cecil. They’re quite fond of people, once they get to know who they are.” From behind Ray, Cecil only waved, though, as if realising that it might have seemed awkward, quickly lowered his hand and gaze to the smooth floor.
While Ray and Rose shared some similar features, Cecil did not. He had a round nose and very thick lashes, and a large scar over his throat that reached up to his chin. He’d been adopted, brought in by Ray before he had died from a thug’s everyday crime. Though his life had been saved, he didn't have the ability to talk anymore which had possibly resulted in his even more timid personality.
“What do you say, Captain Hawkins? Surely you don’t doubt what I’ve said.”
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“Mercenaries are surrounding us, the queen’s hounds are all around, guests are everywhere watching us… You’re right, Lu Tang, it’s probably the first and last time I’ll agree with you.” The man lazily dragged his hand through his hair and raised an eyebrow. “I’d say that leaving with our head still intact would be a job well done. At least we’d be alive.” Turning his head so that he could face the man’s eyes, the blue-eyed man only furrowed his eyebrows slightly, though his lips were still quirked to form the smallest hint of a wry smile. “And I wouldn’t rely on us to start something here. I don’t know about Gladys, but this is the one place we wouldn’t go on a killing spree.”
Speaking of which… none of them really waned to go through what Gladys was. Ray had decided a punishment that was quite humiliating. Normally an execution was in order, and they’d be dragged down and down and down until their wrists were chained to two ends of a wall that stood alone in a dark and damp room, and they’d either be tortured to death or shot over and over until their eyes would roll back in their head and they’d finally, finally be able to die mercifully. But death didn’t mean much to Gladys, and it was apparent in the way how she acted and carried out the tasks that she had been assigned with. The word execution would only make her laugh. And as callous as Ray could be, the man seemed to have some sense of humanity (okay maybe not some - he had only a little sliver of humanity left within him). As such, she was now, well, working as a servant, dusting, cleaning, serving tea, and scrubbing floors. In all honesty, James found that to be worse than dying. Imagine having the privilege to move about, knowing what freedom tastes like, only to be sentenced to become a servant for two years? It was absolutely horrifying.
He remembered the man’s easygoing smile and only shook his head to the side when that of Morgan’s popped in his head. They weren’t related, and yet they still managed to have a few similarities. Had the youth picked that trait up from the old man? Clucking his tongue silently in his head, James frowned a bit. He still wasn’t certain why or how the pale-haired youth had betrayed them, though at the moment, it didn’t matter. He glanced over at Eliza once before huffing, again, just in his head. It didn’t matter. Once they had her in their hands, or they could somehow persuade him to return, that would be that. Unless, of course, he refused strongly, in which case he would kill the little rascal himself. He narrowed his eyes at the thought, though he didn’t let it continue.
“There may still be a way for us to grab those documents without having to go through the trouble of killing someone.” Glancing over at Lu Tang and the other Ravens, he rested a hand on his waist. “Of course, if we try to find that way around it would most likely require some cooperation between all of us. But, then again, if we want to remain here sitting and waiting around until the party is over which is in… fifteen minutes or so, I suppose we can just do that. Either way, it doesn’t matter with me.”
[ sorry if anything here looks so jumbled guys it’s 4am here and i feel like i’m going to faint in any second xmx ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 4, 2017 23:03:52 GMT -5
《 oh no Misc get some sleep. I'll reply tomorrow guys •~• Hopefully. There are multiple Jameses I'm getting confused lol 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 5, 2017 1:11:49 GMT -5
[ Goodness gracious Misc sleep and sleep some more ] [ the tale of the many jameses ]
"Cooperate with you lot? I rather work with blind apes" Lu tang said with a scoff and a curl of his lips. Sybil frowned slightly, shooting the man a pointed glare. "But you already do, considering your help" Sybil said, looking toward the Dragon she had 'accidently' elbowed and smiled when he scowled at her. Lu Tang just chuckled, looking toward the short girl and raising an eyebrow. "Even when getting stabbed and nearly bleeding to death you somehow seem to still have that nerve Madam Rye" He mused before clearing his throat. "I don't know about you lot, but even after this party is over I can still make some sappy excuse for staying here. Business deal, checking in with the trading officers and so on. I'm surprised any of you got into this party in the first place." He muttered, taking into account of the people loitering around him. "Let's all face it, we're so use to the chaos of the outside world that this place being off limits to the violence we're use to is...out side our comfort zones" Lu Tang lifted his wrist up to fix his cuffs while looking around at the small group.
Sybil didn't say anything then, only rolled her eyes slightly before looking to the windows. Well duh they were outside of their comfort zones. They were all so use to being violent and just risking their lives that being here was so restricting. They couldn't bust out pistols nor could they start a brawl right here without the fear of being beaten by the guards and dragged to their deaths in the gallows. If this was any place other then Buckingham Palace she was sure they would already be fighting and starting up a scene. But no, they were all practically deadlocked in this room...until someone gets tired of waiting and decides to move no matter the costs. Sybil shifted her feet slightly before glancing towards the exit. How long should they wait? She had no idea how long it would take for the boys to get out...were they all holding up alright? She knew Remus and Morgan probably were but Will...she was sort of worried that the man might faint if coming into contact with someone bigger then him.
"So are we gonna team up? Become a super team for a hot minute and then at the last second stab each other?" Sybil said.
Lu Tang raised another brow and just chuckled. "Not likely. Sorry my friends, but I intend to get those documents for my own group. So....I guess we will wait around until someone cracks. " Lu Tang tipped his head slightly, his eyes darting over to Tao for a split second before going back to the group. Sybil scowled slightly, shifting her body a bit. "I'll crack your face you lousy snake"
"Dragons have legs and wings my dear"
"Not when I'm done with you"
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Hadrian seemed a loss for words when the Lord began to speak, his eyes pinned on those gray ones and refusing to look away. Well...it couldn't be a accident that he ran across these three cadets while walking back to his office? Not to mention Lord Ray's men had no business being here even if a errand was being made. Everyone would have been notified even Hadrian. But he didn't open his mouth to point this out, instead he just listened. He could have though, been right. But Hadrian was like that, he knew he was right but he let others step over him. He was nice like that. It was the part of Hadrian that Remus wished he would dump into some gutter and just take control once and a while. Maybe his nice side was how he landed a wife.
Remus was half tempted to tell the Lord to go shove off and find someone else to lie to. It was that brotherly side though, the side that normal had with their family members. Yuck. Hadrian had always been a bit of a push over, at least since he came home. All proper like some trained dog. He lost his spine and instead got a leash instead, something Remus had once thought was a goal in life. To win his fathers respect. How clueless was he then? Remus only watched Hadrian with close eyes, thankful for the helmet they wore. If he wasn't sporting this then he was sure Hadrian would be able to pick Remus out as his brother instead of some dude named Robert. But Hadrian seemed ready to speak out, his eyes looking over to the man that had gave the lack luster salute before leaving. He parted his lips to speak, straightening his spine slightly to speak. Remus thought for a moment he could see the Hadrian that constantly spoke back to father whenever they got in trouble and tried to talk his way out. But instead he saw his trained brother close his mouth. Why?
Cause of those bloody children.
Remus could see the way his brother looked at the kids, a slight frown coming to his lips like he was thinking about something important. Hadrian's eyes skipped over Rose, and then the younger boy before looking away. "Um..." He swallowed and looked back to the children before pulling a tight smile. He didn't want to talk about this, not in front of children. When did Hadrian come to a fondness of children? When did he even speak about having kids? Hadrian had been the one to awkwardly and almost drop the twins when they were born how on earth did he handle his own child? But Captain Hawkins only offered the children a kind smile and nod of greeting. "Well...I don't want to be the one keeping you two from your stories..." He said, looking up to the three cadets, his eyes passing over Morgan and looking to Will. And when his eyes landed on Remus's, they connected only for a second. But not long enough to realize his own brother was standing there. "Have a good day sir...I apologize for the intrusion...enjoy the rest of the evening" He said, turning on his heel and began to retreat back down the hallway.
Remus watched his brothers retreating form, and then without so much as thinking he stepped forward. "Hadrian-" He let the word slip and for a second he kicked himself mentally in the head. The Captain paused, turning his face to look at Remus and raise an eyebrow. "I mean...Captain..." Remus cleared his throat, lowering his head a tad. "I just wanted to congratulated you on...your newborn" He said, lame excuse really but the Captain seemed to appreciate it. He smiled slightly and nodded to Remus. "Thank you" He said, although he furrowed his brows a bit before turning back around to walk away. Once Hadrian was well out of sight Remus released a long sigh and turned toward the Lord. The tension in his shoulders seemed to lessen...unlike Morgan who seemed like a stone statue at this point.
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Odd. Hadrian could only keep his eyes down as he thought to himself, making his way to his office in silence. This whole day was....odd. It felt odd. Doesn't matter. Just get what you need and go home. Alexandra....Alice. Sleeping with your wife and holding your child...waking up to your child screaming... He thought calmly, odd enough they seemed to still any wondering thoughts. He had no right to even start thoughts questioning Lord Ray...he wasn't suppose to. He was a loyal soldier to the crown and he was to only speak unless he had strong reasons to believe something was amiss. "Probably nothing..." He mumbled to himself as he turned down the hall to his office. He fished out the key from his pocket, pausing for a moment when the door began to rattle and a string of curse words muffled by the door came to his ears. He continued his pause, glancing around like he was being tricked or something.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 5, 2017 4:25:18 GMT -5
[ gah i’m alive i think i slept until 1pm so i think i’m okay
the tales of the many jameses indeed in all seriousness i’m sorry for the confusion i should change his name ;; i’ll go back and edit his name to something else xnx
by the way guys how are you all doing apart from all of our tiredness from school? && i think that i’m going to hold off replying any further till we all do for both situations c: ]
“How are you planning to explain things around here, Ray?” Rose looked up at the lord with a pout on her face, her cheeks tinged with pink from running down the corridor, though somehow she didn’t look disheveled even the slightest bit. Ceil seemed to tug on his clothing once, his large eyes curious.
Sighing and tipping his head to the side, the lord only rubbed the back of his neck slightly before tossing his shoulders once into a small shrug. “I’ll have something figured out, Rose, Cecil. I usually do, don’t I?”
“Mhm,” she answered with a small rise of an eyebrow. “Of course you do. There was that time when you accidentally tripped during that one meeting and that other time when you spilled tea all over that book just because Raoul jump scared you—”
“Alright, I think that’s enough. That was a long time ago, Rose.” Coughing lightly and brushing his niece’s sarcastic eyebrow-raise (he may or he may not have been thinking of how on Earth people managed to do that so naturally) aside, he turned his attention back to the three ravens. “Right. Now then.” His voice remained the same as it had been, and so did the relaxed light in his eyes. His expression was quite open and good-natured, and yet at the same time, there seemed to be quite mischievous glint in his gray eyes. Perhaps there had been a day when he’d been in their position, when he’d still been adventurous and daring - that light in his eyes seemed to say so.
But things had changed, and while these ravens still had a chance of flying off to a different destination, he’d soared in a direction that he would never be able to return from. Did he regret it? Maybe, maybe not. He faced the three individuals in front of himself and casually waved his hand in their direction, as if to lightly dismiss them, his smile revealing nothing else apart from a small twinge of amusement. “Now then, I’d suggest you get going soon before things start to go even more amiss… and before your little trick is discovered, yes? I’d hurry if I were you, ravens. I’m not a part of your little game tonight, but who knows what may happen if you linger too long.”
As he brushed past the three, the tall man’s gray eyes flickered over down at Morgan, whose amber eyes were lowered, and lips were pressed together. Normally the pale-haired young man would have looked over at any children and greeted them warmly. The disguise would have hindered him from being overly friendly, but he hadn’t so much even glanced over in their direction.
Well, no matter. There were still things that he had to do...
Like taking the children back home.
And besides, in the book, Florence still had a decision to make. How much a single choice could change was so uncanny, wasn’t it?
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Morgan still hadn't raised his gaze when the lord had disappeared with the two children trailing behind him, hesitantly glancing back in their direction (Cecil gave them one last shy wave and scurried along, and they were gone). Somehow, he suddenly found it easier to breathe. I’m not a part of your little game tonight. It seemed that he’d attended the palace with his other title - so that meant that… there were others to be wary of. Who were the real participants tonight?
It didn’t matter. He had to agree with Lord Ray on one thing - if they lingered for too long, something would happen and they would be hung for it. He’d seen people hang before, their bulging eyes, their dangling feet. It hadn’t been pleasant at all, and his little younger self had not been able to sleep for days. How people managed to gather and treat it as some kind of festival was unfathomable to him.
“Let’s… let’s get out of here,” he breathed as he lightly touched his pulsing temples and started to walk, urging the other two with his molten eyes. They were still calm and strangely easy to look at, though there was a certain amount of light in them that revealed his will to leave. It had been easy to deceive himself that things were going without any disturbance because they hadn’t encountered one. Until the actual Captain had stopped them short, and Lord Ray had stepped in afterwards.
“We’re pushing our luck if we don’t hurry.” Remus’s little trick would be figured out soon. Very, very soon. They only had a few minutes before the Captain reached his office and discovered that it was locked with the Lieutenant still inside. It had taken them around ten minutes or so to navigate the doors of the office (thanks to the long stairs), from where they stood now. They’d already wasted one. For all he knew, Hadrian might have already somehow reached the office somehow.
They’d be killed if anything went wrong now, or at least, there was a high chance of them losing their lives in his thoughts. He could see the guards swarming the endless corridors, trapping them, flooding through the entire palace with raised, shining weapons with the entrance just a few feet away from where they stood. They had no protection in this palace apart from the disguise they had.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 5, 2017 7:37:17 GMT -5
《 No no, Misc, no need to change it. Makes enough sense to me. Besides, my James goes by Jamie or Jim or something. Can't quite remember which 》
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 5, 2017 22:17:40 GMT -5
《 I’m falling asleep omg. I was going to write so much more for Will I'm good; school starts for me again tomorrow after a lil break, so that's cool. How ‘bout you, Misc? 》
They'd come to a standstill, it seemed. Eliza tilted her head, carefully observing every member of the little crowd they'd seemed to form. The Ravens of course she knew, although they weren't the official party, the fact that there were the three of them would make it seem as if they were. The Dragons were the next easiest to pick out, what with those ridiculous suits. She knew they'd be capable of having ties to get them into a place like this - their power over London’s largest harbor came with real perks - but purple suits? Could you be any more obvious? The others were more difficult to distinguish - until her eyes landed on Jamie Finch, Will's best friend (were they still friends now that he was a Raven?) and also the boy who'd taught her how to fight. He stood close to a gaunt-faced girl with dark hair who looked remarkably bored with the whole situation. And their third… the sleek-haired boy in the silvery gray suit. He looked all at once like he wanted to be your best friend forever and like he'd be happy to leave you bleeding out in an alleyway; your picture-perfect Rockshire businessman.
That left the remaining three to be the Crestles and well… something in the way they held themselves pertained to what she knew of the Crestles. They weren't like Gladys, half-crazed… these were more contained, but no less deadly. Something lurked behind their eyes. Her eyes met those of the blue-eyed man for a moment, and it sent a chill through her. Was it just her or had he… looked at her a little longer than he had the others? The thought made her feel a little nauseous. She'd marry Lu Tang before she went anywhere with a man like that, and the Purple Monstrosity certainly hadn't won many points of her approval during their brief conversation. She hated to think such thoughts, but she wouldn't have mourned him so much if Will had aimed a little truer the night of Lady Rebecca’s party.
The memory made the weight of the pistol under the folds of her skirt feel that much heavier. She'd never shot anyone before… would she have to now? Would she even be able to? Will had tried to teach her once - for someone she now knew had little interest in violence, he sure had an attachment to his pistol (he probably just like the aesthetic it posed, honestly) - but she hadn't brought herself to pull the trigger. Partly because wasting a bullet and gunpowder seemed wasteful to her, but also because she couldn't wrap her head around the idea. What gave anyone the right to shoot anyone? How could anyone possibly be able to judge when they could take someone's life. She felt so much more in control of a knife. Still, she'd brought the pistol. Just in case.
Her eyes flickered once again around the group at the proposition of working together. No, no, she had no desire to do that, whatsoever. Despite the obvious fact that she couldn't stand any of the other gangs, they didn't need them; Morgan and Will and Remus likely already had the documents.
It was the Rockshire boy - not Jamie, the other one - who spoke up. “If we do nothing, none of us will have the documents.” He said, tone smooth, professional. “Perhaps, my friends, we can come to an… agreement. ”
Nat glanced briefly at Sybil when he finished speaking. Ah well, cover blown. But he'd already decided not to murder her to get to Will, so he didn't really care.
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Will blinked, surprised to find that his prayers - well, sort of - had been answered. This.. Lord Ray hadn't really been what he was expecting, but he wasn't in any situation to complain. For whatever reason, this stranger seemed to be helping them. While he knew better than to assume the stranger was doing it out of the good of their heart, that didn't mean he wasn't grateful.
Wait.. What?! The man had just called him a Walter ?! William was most certainly not a Walter. Or Walt, or Wally, or any sort of variation that could be made. Stranger still, the accord in the first letters of their real name with the first letters in their false names. Which meant.. the stranger either knew their first names, or this was some wild kind of coincidence.
Either way, he couldn't agree more with Morgan. They needed out of there now . He hurried after the others, eager to make it home free, share their victories with the other. Maybe it would earn him some trust among their others. He could certainly use it.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 5, 2017 23:49:46 GMT -5
[ there once were a bunch called james ] [ I'm so-so for now. I took nap sk that was nice, and yeah, how about you misc? this post though whay. I had something planned but my brain didn't remember] [ Free Willy came to mind idk why ]
I should start a charging system for every time I get stuck with talking to Rockshire Sybil thought bitterly to herself when Nat spoke up. Her eyes just lazily carried up to him, already thinking about how that goody two shoes act was too good for their own good. "An agreement?" Lu Tang chuckled, rolling his eyes over to Nathaniel. "Work together to get the documents and then what? Play a game of cards and see who gets it?" Lu Tang said which made Sybil laugh, short and snarky her eyes darting around the group of men. "You people? And a proper card game?" She said, like it was some joke. She brushed a loose curl from her face and shook her head once more. "Why don't you boys stick to hopscotch and jump rope instead." She muttered, making Lu Tang narrow his eyes but keep the smile on his face. "The Ravens aren't the only ones with gambling circles in their business miss Rye."
"Yeah but I doubt you all have been in a proper gambling hall. Or much less a game of cards. Too busy looking in the mirror" Sybil folded her arms over her chest, knowing for a fact if it did come down to a game of cards then the Ravens would win hands down. It didn't even have to be her or Remus, Lenore or Morgan. Any Raven could skip circles around a Dragon or Rockshire. The Ravens were known for their gambling hall and fighting rings, the Dragons were too dainty and the Rockshires...well Sybil would like to think some of them are smart enough to at least play a poker game. Crestels would at least prove a challenge. But that wasn't the point, the point right now was that she couldn't agree on whatever it was they had in mind. The three of them had to stay put, keep them all in here. And if it meant breaking out the guns and knives then so be it cause Sybil wasn't going to come back with another stab wound. She was gonna return this little knife back to the Rockshires, she was gonna go home and let the boys have some victory drinks and then she'll have a good nights sleep for once.
"I was thinking maybe something more civil...do you not wish to be on this agreement?" Lu Tang said, the short blonde only glanced to Eliza before looking to Lu tang. "I rather get stabbed again while eating glass then work with any of you" She said, her eyes darting to Nat for a second as if to really say I rather get stabbed again while eating glass then working with any of you especially the Rockshries. Lu Tang only shook his head and sighed. "I swear...you Ravens are such a stubborn bunch." He muttered before looking to the other two men. "Then maybe you ladies would like to stay here and wait it out and let the other men do their job"
I swear to the devil and back, Lord help me. Sybil thought, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling in another silent prayer to the universe to help her hold her fist from beating this man right now. But she only looked to Eliza, wondering what the plan was if the three monkeys in suits decided to put their halves of the brains together and work together to open the banana. "I am willing to agree on this....pact I suppose to get out of here. And if the rest of you ravens don't wish to come then so be it" Lu Tang said and smiled, looking to Tao and Cory who only exchanged looks with the other like they were going nuts.
To be honest though, maybe they were if their boss thought about working with the Rockshires and Crestels willing like this. But Lu Tang had no intention of working with the others for now.... Although he found it odd that the Ravens were making it so difficult, for them that is not himself.
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Remus could only nod slightly as he followed after his three comrades toward the exit, his eyes trailing on the ground the whole time. Someday Remus, me and you are gonna be wearing that uniform like grandpa...maybe you'll be the one to boss me around some day. Hadrian's words echoed through his ears, back then when time was nice. When they pulled their grandfathers uniform from the trunk in the attic and tried it on. Maybe I might even see you get to General! How cool would that be Remus? Being your own boss? Yeah... It was a nice thought want it?
No more thoughts about family...he would explain all that later if it came up but now he needed to get out of here with Will and Morgan. Every turn that a guard was at Remus would simply nod to them and smile, like they were all friends under this roof and worked together to make a better London happen. When seeing the large front doors they had came through he could only let the tension in his muscles relax slightly. He could see Sir Bushy brows there too, speaking to his other officers before pausing when seeing the three cadets. "Back so soon?" He asked, raising an eyebrow when Remus only nodded. "Yes sir, the Lieutenant apparently had to deal with something with the party. So we had to cut it all short you know?" Remus said, breezing past the man before he could stop them to question.
Right there Remus. 1 2 3 there lays the goal. 4 5 6 it's time to make a move. 7 8 9 time to clock the hour. Clock the hour that the Ravens actually make it out unharmed. The little rhyme sounding in his head in that false happy tone. He thought about happy things though, going back home to his office, getting the papers sent to their mysterious game master and then going to bed. First begging the forgiveness of the girls... Then bed.
Remus let Morgan and Will exit first when pushing open those doors, the guards at either end glancing at each other like something was up but didn't question it. They were trained too well to question something that wasn't a order from the Queen. They knew when to speak, only when told. Good dogs Remus thought, smiling slightly turning his gaze forward, the horses right there. Right there. Just a few paces away and freedom was theirs. But there was a sudden shift in the air, there was a sound of rushing feet against the marble floor and when Remus turned his eyes he saw two figures running down the hall. One wearing a black vest, anger written over his face and his blonde hair a mess. The other was panicked, hand on a pistol while following the man in black, his eyes locking onto Remus, Morgan, and Will.
Lieutenant Baker raised his hand, pointing towards them. "STOP THEM!" he roared, yanking out his own pistol.
Crap
It was at that moment that Remus pulled off the helmet and tossed it into the face of bushy brows while slipping outside. "Exit right boys, single file line and try not to panic" Remus said while the guards behind him clamored for their weapons Remus had to admit their plan went on on longer then expected
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 6, 2017 4:53:24 GMT -5
hey guys i'll read everything and get a reply up a bit later once im finally home xux ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 6, 2017 11:57:33 GMT -5
[ ahh alrighty ult c: it's cool don't worry! ur posts always look great breaks are always good yup
the james book. the best selling book about the jameses your post looks amazing as ever bee don't worry this is actually the first time i've heard of free willy but i think i've heard of keiko before
i'm doing okay guys thank you! just a little stressed over art but hey it's all right
also: warning the following post is really bad /facedesks double also: i realize that morgan may be in the spotlight atm for this post with all the crestle hectic-ness and them trying to kidnap eliza
i'll definitely tone it down for that guy (i'll probably knock him out for a while) so i hope that this is okay for now ;; if not i'll go back and edit!! ]
“Wolfgang’s outside, isn’t he?”
Tipping her head to the side, Margaret only raised an eyebrow at the much smaller individual before chuckling. It had taken a while, but the Raven had finally freed herself from the crowd of people who had been watching worriedly, but never quite doing anything. After waving the cadet away, as gently as possible (since he looked so nervous and a part of her would feel bad had she dismissed him abruptly) Lenore had slipped back into the crowd, and she stood next to the tall and well-known elegant killer within the Crestles, Margaret.
Lenore had heard that the moment the older woman had started her job at the age of fourteen she had killed forty two people in six months. Women, men, children, it didn’t matter. If they got in the path of the Crestles, they were mercilessly slaughtered. Twisted heads, torn nails, a body wrenched out of shape. This woman had been and still was the weapon that committed all the deeds for them. Lenore had also heard that, long before, when she had been brought in, Margaret had tried to refuse the bloody work that had been given to her. That mindset had disappeared in a day.
“Perhaps. Perhaps not,” the tall woman answered with a coy, yet dangerous smile. Ah. So this little Raven had a gist of their plans, did she? Something in those dark eyes told Margaret that she did. But it didn’t matter all that much. She had once heard that this woman, Lenore, had been one of the most cold-blooded mercenaries there had been, stronger when working alone. Oddly enough, now, there was a light of warmth in her dark brown eyes. What had happened in the past five years? What had changed a murderer into a flying bird of courage and grace? Tell me, little birds. What is it like to harness warmth and joy than hatred and darkness?
“That was a fairly well-attempted stunt, Ellison.”
“Thank you.”
The Raven answered casually when she commented on the little distraction on the captain, but there was a dust of color that touched her cheeks, and Margaret was quite well aware of it. It made her half-heartedly amused.
The light Margaret herself couldn’t reach had somehow become an option for this younger individual. The thought caused a certain loathing to gyrate in her stomach. It’s just like Ray said. Nothing’s fair, an all-too-familiar fourteen year old’s girl voice rung in her head. After her molten eyes watched those dark orbs that looked back calmly, she turned and strode up to where James stood with his hand resting on his hip in a quite nonchalant manner before she lightly grabbed his ear and pulled him backwards to where she stood.
“Ow,” he muttered, shooting her a small glare, though something in his eyes revealed a good amount of respect. “What the hell was that for?” A moment later he added: “Ma’am?”
“For getting too ahead of yourself,” she answered him before turning to the others. “Don’t forget our proposition, James.” A pact… well, she’d told James that he shouldn’t get ahead of himself, but a pact wouldn’t really matter by this point, even if it was made by the other two gangs. The Crestles didn’t need to play a game of cards - just like the Ravens didn’t have to. Either way, Wolfgang would be in the distance, waiting to clip the wings of those who left the palace with the documents in their hands.
Wolfgang was a strange young man, she thought. Picked up from the sewers under the control of a cruel woman, then trained side by side with that pale-haired boy… what was his name again? Morgan Seymour. Yes, that was him. Those two had been strange rivals. Two walking and breathing killing tools of Ray who had loathed each other to no end. That man had made them like that, she was certain of it. She wondered what would happen if they were to meet now.
In any case, it would be better if they sided with the Ravens girls for now. It’d only be a bother if the Rockshires and Dragons found a way to escape. The reason why she had been sent here with James? Well, that was easy. Keep them all deadlocked in here for as long as possible. Or eliminate them when given the chance. The reason for why Ray himself had appeared? To make sure that one gang - in this case the Ravens - had received the letters without bumping into too much trouble. If Wolfgang were to fail, he would be…
Her thoughts were interrupted by James’s huff.
“Yeah, yeah.” The short, slender young man crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged his shoulders. “I haven’t forgotten.” His narrowed blue eyes turned to take a glimpse of the other gangs. For a brief moment, they glimmered with wry amusement and bloodlust. Margaret almost sighed. Why did it seem like every men she ran into seemed to love the thrill of gambling their lives and fighting?
Now then… it was either complicating this mini pact by joining in, or making it clear that they would side with the Ravens.
That was an easy decision to make.
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Lenore watched the much taller individual stroll away and listened to Sybil’s witty remarks, along with Lu Tang’s words. She had been about to speak with the man at his last statement… until she heard the sound of gunshots piercing through the air too many times. There were a few murmurs of confusion that rippled over the guests until the screams started. Shrill exclamations of unadulterated horror filled the air, echoing. Then the entire human current was moving against them, diving head first into the direction of the other exit that was further away from the door where the sound of gunshots could still be heard clearly. It was as if someone unknown were relishing on that terror, giving it more and more to the people.
“Hey!” She though she heard a familiar voice. That wasn’t who she thought it was, right? “…whole underground… your secrets if I have this!”
For a moment, she watched as the wave of terrified people scatter past her, dresses flying, hands pushing greedily. Most of the guards were occupied with avoiding the stampede of fear, or with whatever was happening outside.
She had a bad feeling she knew what had caused the ruckus.
It felt like time had stopped when she raised her head and saw that Margaret and James had raised their pistols… but in the direction of the other two gangs and not the Ravens. They were standing nearby the Ravens with their backs turned, which was clearly a sign of defence and not aggression. If Eliza, Sybil, and Lenore herself had wanted to, though it had been short, they could have fatally wounded the two Crestles. Or killed them.
“What are you doing, just standing around and staring?” She heard James snap at Eliza and Sybil as Margaret covered for them. His eyebrows were knitted together and his blue eyes were frighteningly sharp, though the air around him wasn’t particularly intimidating. Perhaps it was because the fierceness in his eyes was not directed towards them this time, but at those the wrong end of his gun was pointed at. “Run. Follow me if you don’t want to be killed. If you don’t believe me, suit yourselves — personally I don’t care whether if you die or not. I’m only doing this because Morgan would—” He stopped when the doors behind them burst open, and he cursed at the streaming red and gold. Morgan would never agree on returning if any of you died.
Around them, mercenaries surged against the soldiers.
It was chaos all right.
. . .
Well, at least they all hadn’t died just yet.
It was good to think positively, right?
…Maybe not.
Throwing his helmet with a sharp snap of his wrist (it hadn’t been broken no need to worry) at the guard who had been aiming his gun in their direction, Morgan ducked as bullets sang through the air, too fast and too numerous to face. “We’ll try,” he answered with a small raise of his eyebrow at Remus’s words as he glanced back over his shoulder once, only to see that the corridor was now swarming with bright dots of royal red and gold. Just like how he’d envisioned a while ago. A river of vibrant colors all reaching up to do the same thing: shoot. Or raise their blades while charging like stallions. The silver of their blades glinted sharper than any gilded armour he’d seen before.
“Come on,” he murmured, making sure that Remus hadn’t fallen behind too far and looking back in front of himself to regard William’s back.
Will all three of you be able to make it out of here? It wasn’t like he wanted to hear it. But there was that cursed small voice that whispered in his head, sneering, mirthlessly laughing at the very essence of life and hope. It was so venomously sweet, so alluring. You could leave them, you know. You can live if you abandon those around you. I’ve trained you enough, haven’t I? You know what the right course of action is. Make it seem like an accident, take the documents to Dante. Leave the others. You know what to do.
Now that he could think, hadn't the mastermind himself helped them back there? There was no reason for why the Lord would have risked something like that. He could have easily snatched the documents from them right then and there and alerted them to the captain of who they truly were underneath their disguises. It was as if he had wanted them to leave with the documents. To escape the palace.
Could it be that there was a reason for why he’d wanted them to escape…?
That man was a conductor, orchestrating crime deftly, effortlessly, with a small wave of his hand as if holding a baton. He didn’t have to raise a finger to make his pawns move. They obeyed him, and those who did not were stray dogs to be shot at as practice targets. He was the puppet master behind all strings, gently tugging at them to his will whenever he pleased to deceive and confuse.
He’d been raised by that man. He’d learned how to think like Lord Ray to some extent. Cut ties with those who were useless, cut ties with those who dragged the Crestles’ name in mud. Do not speak - it will only reveal more about yourself. Everything is temporary. Do not become attached. Observe, not engage. Hit the enemy’s vital point in one sweep. Eliminate all, but do not be caught while doing so.
Eliminate…?
Closing his eyes tightly for a brief moment, he shook his head to the side and gripped the documents tighter in his hand.
Have I become this careless?
All the years of depending on Remus for strategies and plans had turned him into a thoughtless puddle without him realising it because he hadn’t wanted to be casted out any longer, brushed aside, looked at as a convenient device to use at will. Because he had been afraid that if anyone knew who he was, they’d turn their backs against him. If anyone found out who he was and what he’d done… would they still look at him the same way as they did now? Would they still think of him as that stupid, but loving Raven? Not possible.
If Morgan could laugh, he would have. He’d become so good at deceiving others that he had deceived himself.
Thinking about it till now, everyone had done something. Had he? Remus had always been protecting them underneath his wings, keeping them safe as much as he could, sacrificing his health in the process. William had launched himself in front of the Dragons to save Eliza, and as a byproduct, the rest of them on that carriage, and had even trudged all the way to the Ravens on his own after losing everything. Eliza had been there at that brawl, and she had followed the Ravens without a single complaint, gracefully, quietly, and resourcefully. Lenore had been shot while trying to push Eliza and Morgan out of the way, and he was certain that she had pulled a few other strings that he would never be able to read from her secretive, dark eyes. Sybil had always been the heart of the Ravens - their spirit, their strength. Almost killed because she had been trying to keep William safe, stabbed in the side by protecting the third Raven in that brawl.
The reason why he’d left in the first place was because he’d wanted to prove to himself that he wasn’t a cold-blooded murderer. That, for once, he could keep someone safe. Help people, not just those he cared for.
Yet, what had he done until now?
Maybe I do belong with the Crestles.
Once they were behind the carriage (which was holding quite well against the bullets thankfully) that they were to take, Morgan turned and almost thrusted over the documents that he had been holding to Remus. “You hang onto these,” he said, molten eyes gleaming underneath from the dim light above. He had a feeling that, if there was any one of them who would survive any catastrophe, it would be Remus. Will also seemed to be a man of many lives - or rather a man who knew how to slip out of death’s grasp just in the nick of time - but it seemed more reasonable that Remus held onto them for now. If Will could hear his thoughts, hopefully he hadn’t taken any offence to that. “We won’t make it with all of these guards on our tails.” It was vague, but it would have to do. For now. “Get on and take the longer route to return to La Selina all right?”
Fool, the whisper hissed in his head.
“We’ll split up.” His lips tugged a little. If Remus had said something, he didn’t hear it. He was already running out from behind the carriage, thighs burning, eyes focused on the horses that were still outside with a few other bored looking guards who were just now realizing what was happening. If he didn’t reach one of the large animals, he would be as good as dead.
“Hey,” he yelled, his melodic voice tearing into something he wasn’t familiar hearing. He held up the fake letters in his hand, the tips of the pages fluttering madly from the night wind. “Do you want to chase two measly underdogs or a gang member who has your precious documents? The whole underground will have all your secrets if I have this!” It really was strange hearing himself raise his voice in that manner. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk around public for a long while, if he was alive until then, he thought as he surged forward.
If Wolfgang wanted a bloody fight, he’d get one with the royal guard. And if he’d fled by then (which was probably smarter, wasn’t it? Though, something in his head did tell him that the man’s pride would get in his way from fleeing) then Morgan would be facing a long night of tag. Not that he minded. He’d done it once with a river of snarling, bullet-shooting, bloodthirsty murderers. He’d do it again, this time with angry, bullet-shooting, sword-wielding, highly trained guards. Hopefully he wouldn’t be ‘it’ soon.
Hopefully, Remus and William would be all right. Hopefully, wherever they were in La Selina, Sybil, Lenore, and Eliza were all right, too.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 6, 2017 21:48:05 GMT -5
《 Hey guys; I'm trying to type up a reply on my phone right now, but it's acting up and keeps crashing so I think it's best just to leave it for a bit. Please skip me, just for today and I'll just catch up in a longer post (hopefully) tomorrow. EDIT: Also Misc, if you wanted the Crestles to actually kidnap Eliza, that's cool with me. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 6, 2017 23:51:04 GMT -5
[ the story of james coming to theaters near you Aww technology at it's finest //heavy sarcasm for misbehaving phone// ] [ Aww ;c; art is frustrating sometimes isn't it? ] [ it's funny how we all say our posts suck but they're actually really good ] [ it's alright misc we don't see enough Morgan! I'm fine with Morgan having the spot light for a bit ]
First of all, Sybil was pretty sure that she had signed up for a party. Not a stampede of suits and skirts running her over
Sybil was all at the ready to tell everyone there they could stuff it inside their snooty suits and find another way out of here but apparently it wasn't gonna have to be like that. Sybil felt her body jump at the sound of gunshots, her hand going to the knife to her leg and ripping it out of the sheath with no worries about who saw her. Her mind was switching, twisting back to her old raven ways and shoving the cover up she's been holding up out the window. Her hands gripped the knife but her eyes were darting around for a unseen target. Where do I stab? She thought, twisting around in the crowd and nearly being shoved to the ground because of it. Let's just say her side was screaming more and more with pain then the usual throb. Too much excitement for this wound. Her eyes swiveled around, her eyes catching Lu Tang slip back as Cory and Tao removed pistols from their jackets, glancing around as equal amounts of confusion swept across their faces. But that didn't stop them from pushing forward and returning fire, their eyes pinned on their enemies which surprisingly happened to be the Crestels.
Or rather every at this point, everyone so...no real change.
She heard James voice, but it was muffled as the chaos around her swamped her senses. It was over whelming familiar to a similar scene not so long ago...only thing time she was awake to see it all. Focus Sybil...Come on don't retreat now She thought, closing her eyes really quick to get back in the game.
The Crestel was right, they were gonna die just standing around here. But Sybil wasn't leaving without Lenore and Eliza right at her side. She didn't care if she had to chop through swamps of guards to do so with a injured side. Though she didn't know how to feel following some crook like Crestel guy here. She let her eyes skip to find Eliza, and then skipping around to find Lenore. "We have to get Lenore" She said, her voice barely rising above the rest of the gun shots and chaos around them. She flinched down when a gunshot whizzed past her head, getting out of the way without tripping over her own feet. Gotta get out, gotta get out. She thought again and again. The plan didn't cover for this, there wasn't a plan for things going south. They didn't think it would, or did Lenore say something and Sybil ignored it?
Stay calm Sybil...you didn't get this far by panicking like some headless chicken She thought once more, turning her eyes just a bit to get a sense of where the other gangs were. The Dragons were being pushed back toward the other doors but Lu Tang was no where in sight. Probably ran off, if he was caught there was no way the Dragons would stay afloat for long. The Rockshires were somewhere in that mix, and there was people she once more had no idea who they were shooting at the Guards.
Get Eliza, Get Lenore and run for it She thought. She couldn't fight, not like this. She had to protect her friends even if she couldn't protect herself at the moment. She needed a proper pistol too, stupid her for only bringing a knife to a gun fight. First rule broken in a matter of 10 minutes. Sybil looked to this dude- uh what was it? James?- and could only nod slightly. "We get Lenore and then we leave" She said, wanting to reassure that they weren't going anywhere without the whole gang. She wasn't going back with one less friend. She rather cut off a finger. She rather share a room with Rockshires for a full 24 hours in a pink tutu. So instead of waiting around for James to do something, she went ahead herself. Lenore was a Raven, not a Crestel. Ravens save their group, nothing less. She had lost sight of Lenore when the guard stormed in, so she would have to do a little weed whacking. She tried her best to bob and weave through the guards, thank goodness for being small for a change. The guards almost didn't pay no mind to her, probably thought she was like the rest of those stampeding Lords and Lady's.
Almost was the key word though, the guards saw that knife she was carrying quick enough to piece the puzzle together. She dodged one of their hands, only thrusting the butt of the dagger up into one of their jaws when they came a bit to close. "Sorry, this dagger belongs to someone else and I have to return it soon. Gonna have to settle for second best" she thrust her elbow back when one had grabbed towards her waist to hold her back, her eyes catching just a shift of dark hair. Sybil's adrenaline was through the roof though so seeing a sign of her comrades was good enough to press on, the pain was numbing at this point and she felt that same rush of excitement that she always got with this kind of thing. She kind of felt like her old self, before being stabbed and knocked around. Yeah she felt pretty go-
Crack right across the face, the fist smashing against her skin and obviously bruising her. "Almost looked happy there Crow" sneered uh what's his face Cory. The Dragon she elbowed earlier. "I'm gonna be really happy in a minute lizard" she snarled, her eyes darting up to Cory's but her eyes shifted away. "But a later minute cause I'm busy" She shoved past the man who attempted to grab at her, only to get knocked to the side by a tackling guard. "That was fun while it lasted..." She grumbled. Oh well, good things never do last. Which is why getting out of here and staying alive was a pretty big task at the moment. She just needed to gather up her wits.
Which at the moment, wasn't a lot. To be honest this felt like another Brawl but with a lot more bodies and a lot more shoot to kill
I could have stayed home and slept all day said one side of her brain
But the other screamed If I didn't come I wouldn't be able to shoot my frustrations out on others
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"ARE YOU INSANE?!" Remus yelled as Morgan darted out from behind the carriage, half tempted to run after him and back hand him into the dirt. The documents crumpled in his hands, watching the mad man dart out and wave his arms like some fat turkey asking to be shot for dinner. But Remus didn't have the chance, he didn't have the choice to do any of that. He only growled, running his hand through his hair before shoving the documents into his pants pocket. "Come on" He growled to Will, yanking the lad up by the wrist and began to make way towards the other lines of carriages while the group of guards went after Morgan. Baker was yelling, screaming to grab him and haul him back dead or alive while gun shots were pinging off the metal gates. They needed horses, If they could get horses and then...then maybe circle around and get back to Morgan, run right through the crowd and pick him up
You need to RUN Remus.
But Remus had promised to bring everyone back he had to, he couldn't leave his fri-
This is life or death. There are no friends here
Remus narrowed his eyes, clearly struggling to figure out what to do while dragging Will down the line of carriages, searching for one hooked up with horses already. "I swear to god, as soon as we get back, I'll be the one putting a knife between Morgan's shoulders" He growled, stopped right before a carriage that luckily had a few horses already hooked together. "Alright...we need to detach these horses and take them around...we can't go back down Burningham street so we-" Remus stopped short when a bullet lodged into the side of the carriage, making him scramble backwards and turn towards the shooter. Was he expecting to see Hadrian there, fury in those hazel eyes and a tense grip on the pistol he held? Kind of. "Hadrian..." Remus said, looking at his brother. The way his nose scrunched up and the way his eyes furrowed in anger.
"Hadrian...long time no see" Remus tried for a smile but the click of the pistol ready to shoot another round made Remus flinch back. "I should have known...this sort of thing is low enough only for people like you" Hadrian said, anger so tight in his voice that he had to ground it out through clenched teeth. "Ouch...my heart, my dear brother that hurts. Who taught you such vile words?" Remus tried again for a sly smile, eyeing his brother. But the smile flattened slightly, the pistol not even wavering as he shifting the aim towards Will and then back to Remus.
"Hadrian...I know this isn't the best of situations...but I really must go..." Remus said, holding up his hands in a form of surrender of sorts, that nothing he was going to do would harm his older brother. "Not the best of situations?!" Hadrian said with a exasperated sigh, his eyes darting around like that was just the tip of the iceberg. "You're invading the bloody palace of the Queen Remus! You locked a officer in my office, not only that but your little friend spilled ink everywhere." Hadrian waved his pistol toward Will, like the ink was the real problem here. "You're still running with gangs! I could tell it was you when you took your bloody hat off...God what did you do to your hair? Nevermind!...You stole documents that belong to the crown! How can I let you go?! I told you last time...I told you the next time I see you, you either leave in chains..." He seemed to hesitate at the end, eyeing Remus before tightening his hold.
"Or I kill you where you stand, for defying the Queen and committing high treason against the crown and country" He recited those words that Remus dreaded every day and only earned a eye roll. "Hadrian you can't be serious..."
"I am!" He snapped, his voice raising to a tone that Remus wasn't even use to. "I have a family! A daughter and wife! Tiberius and Julius! Mary-Anne! And you being related to me puts them in danger! Do you know ehat that's like?! To have your brother baically LEAVE you for scum?! All because you want to live some fantasy of danger and the high life!" He stepped closer, the snarl on his face sending a slightly chill down Remus's spine. "You left our family when you decided to join Lord Vale! I won't let them die because of your selfish desires!" Hadrian spat, his chest rising and falling evenly before pointing the gun towards Will. "And if I can't take you both back willingly-"
Remus didn't even think before grabbing Hadrians arm and snapping the pistol in his grip backwards into his face. The Captain stumbled a bit but didn't let up, his free coming around to Punch Remus in the cheek. Ow ow ow ow ow not the face I need that Remus thought as he grabbed the front collar of Hadrian's jacket and rammed his head into his brothers face. Remus was only aiming to knock the man out, letting out a hiss of pain himself when his brother toppled over to the ground after a few hits to the melon. "I see father taught you how to drag on the dramatics" Remus muttered, his cheek swelling up from the punch, his head stung from head butting his brother. Frankly he was a bit jostled...his feet wobbled when he took a few steps around to face Will.
"So dramatic...family, what can you do.." He slurred out, moving towards the carriage and letting out a sigh. "Okayyy...Will we're gonna have to go to plan uh...what's today...Saturday?... Plan E and take the carriage..." he tried to heave himself up to the drivers seat grumbling about being too old for head butts and fighting. Even though he was just 20 going on 21. He glanced back once to sight his brother on the ground...nose bleeding and bruised.
Next time...we'll have a proper talk. "Will! I do hope you know how to drive...a carriage cause I am...not fit for carriage driving"
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 7, 2017 9:46:33 GMT -5
[ oh no why phone D: all right ult no worries we won’t go far ahead && okay, thanks for letting me know! eliza doesn't deserve this. no one deserves this
/looks around theatre/ must… see… the story of many james rlly though you guys write amazing replies that’s always engaging the characters and making them live freely in the world they’re in i feel like art is definitely frustrating, especially when there’s a lot of pressure put on you :c you just wanna draw your own thing and have fun with it but that’s not always the way it goes
thenk.. ! ;c; i had no idea that things were going to turn out this way ;; so much action/drama going on in all directions @-@ ]
The moment the small and fierce young Raven dove back into the chaos, another curse slipped out of James’ lips as he swivelled around, knocking the guard behind himself with his elbow and swung his foot into his ankles. His veins seemed to surge, eager to lash out and harm. The soldier fell, wounded, until he trembled on the blade that the Crestle hadput through him. Blood flew from his mouth as he drew in what sounded like a pained gasp before his eyes dulled as the last sliver of life left him. Stupid Ravens and their crazy tactics and their stupid bonds and —
Pulling out the guard’s own sword from his lifeless form and tossing it to the side, James lightly clucked his tongue with his blue eyes narrowed. Already, he could not remember the face of the man he had murdered.
Running his hand through his tousled hair he shook his head to the side and let a long sigh out. Then again, he was someone who was caring towards his own subordinates who were always there for him, risking their lives every single day when they knew that the hour they were facing could be their last. Fred, Edna, Roy, Joe, Ella. He remembered each and every one of their faces, their habits around each other, their oddly dumb yet memorable smirks and smiles. Those who let harm come to them usually never made past him alive. He supposed that he shouldn’t be the one complaining about bonds, but still.
“Language, James,” he heard from the side, only to see Margaret with her vulpine smile, though with all the chaos occurring around them, there was a hint of something much, much darker in her eyes underneath the layer of calm. She was a fully committed Crestle, all right, no matter how reasonable and collected she was on a normal basis. In the face of violence, they were all like rabid wolves.
But she used to care, he remembered. He remembered her sitting on the edge of the furniture with her hands curled around her head as she seemed to remember images of red rivers flow past her vision, her haunted dark amber eyes, and her blank expression. He’d been young back then, but even he had been able to understand, to some extent, what she had been thinking.
“I know the boss told us to keep the other two alive,” he heard her say above the gunshots and the screech of metal against metal. “I beg to differ now. In another circumstance, it would have been possible. In this one, however…” Her lips pursed. “There is no need to kill them, but there is no need to search for them in this mess, either. Focus on the third one. If we find the other two, we will go with what we had originally planned.”
After eyeing Margaret who slew the soldiers in front of herself with an elegance he had never quite seen elsewhere other than from particular dances, James tipped his head slightly to show that he understood and dove back deeper into the disaster with his gun held out in front of himself, his lips curling.
. . .
Catching the glimpses of the mystery girl, who everyone seemed to not quite understand or know much of, Margaret slipped her way over to her, keeping her pistol in front of herself. She was quite easy to spot, mainly because she was a tall woman and her dress was a brilliant red, but that didn’t matter much at the moment.
She was more interested in what had caught the attention of the other gang members about this girl. She was fair, and the way how she appeared to carry herself reminded Margaret of a swan - simply and quietly graceful. Elegant. But those couldn’t be the only reasons for why she had been a good subject of gossip amongst the others who busily chattered away of her identity. Rumours had already started to fly about her after her display of skill at the brawl, of her rather sudden appearance. It was interesting how words could fly so easily.
Eliza. That was all the information they had at the moment apart from the fact that she could have a possible relation with the former Rockshire prince. Yes, if she imagined the two together, she could see the resemblances they shared. But that alone did not make it the truth.
Her arm came down again and again down so that the weapon to deflect the blades that were raised against her, moving with a birdlike grace. With screech after screech swords met and met, and each time her blade came down to meet her opponent’s, it only started to look more and more scarlet. Drenched. Dodging a few more soldiers who charged in her direction with their swords raised, she reached where the mysterious girl stood before lowering her weapon, careful to not alarm the girl.
She didn’t know what kind of weapons the mysterious young individual had hidden with her, and the last thing Margaret wanted to do was make the girl point it at her. “Eliza, was it? We need to leave,” she spoke, her smooth voice calm. Scarlet dripped from the tip of the sword she held, and some droplets had splattered onto her cheek. This was hardly the time to stop and worry about the mess, though. “Your two other companions should be with James. We’ll meet outside,” she said as she swung her blade in a curved arc when a guard emerged from behind. He fell with a strange gurgle leaving his lips. Pointing the scarlet blade far next to Eliza, but close enough to get the point across, she spoke once more, her face focused, sharp, and composed. “If you don’t want to see more of this, I’d suggest you move, little Raven. And do not try to run from me, for Seymour’s sake as well.”
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The moment he saw a flurry of gold was the moment he also saw a spray of dark, glistening red. Pausing in his tracks, James raised his head, only to see that the soldier that had toppled over the short and feisty Raven was nothing but a limp lifeless form. The metallic scent of blood had already started to stench the air, mixing with the perfume from the guests who had previously been there. He watched Lenore haul the dead soldier off of the seemingly younger girl without much written on her expression, the gun in her hand emitting a trail of white into the air. It was impossible to read through that Raven, he thought to himself before he watched her raise her pistol straight in his direction, gaze unchanging.
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There was no way she was going to leave or let Sybil and Eliza die. My fault. The rueful words lingered in her head for a very, very long time. Eliza had done nothing wrong. Neither had Sybil. Maybe coming up with something for the chips back in La Selina hadn’t been a bad idea, after all. At least they wouldn’t be somehow entangled with the Wolves, who seemed to be keeping a close distance for a reason. She got the feeling that it wasn’t a good one. They didn’t act if it didn’t benefit them. Everything they did, every card they pulled, had a reason. An alluring proposal that had an appealing bait tied to the end of it.
If anything happened to those two…
Through the crowd she could see a familiar face, only to find that the face had soon disappeared, swallowed up by the raging river of people. The disappearance of Sybil made her jaws tighten and her hands wrap around the pistol tightly. From nearby, a guard launched himself in her direction after spotting the sharp knife in her hand. Withdrawing her step, she feinted, feet jabbing as she surged forward, barely missing the silver that came straight for her throat. Something warm and red trickled down her neck and her collarbone, but that was the least of her concern. He was trying to catch her off guard. Deflecting, twisting, and turning, striking as fast as a snake, she raised her gun and watched him fall. I don’t have time to deal with any of you.
In eed to find Eliza and Sybil.
It was then she saw the guard that had tackled her companion, and an overwhelming around of adrenaline coursed through her veins. Or was that rage? It was hard to tell with the numbing sensation that took place in herself, the smooth aches in her shoulders vanishing as the peculiar feeling reached the tips of her fingers. This was what happened when she tried to work with other individuals. She somehow seemed to end up dragging them into something that they would have been safe from.
She could see a large man holding a young, struggling mercenary in place - hear a familiar venomously sweet voice by her ear, a hand wrapped around her own on the trigger of the cold, smooth gun, guiding the point to the head of the massive man. Red flickered past her eyes.
“Are you all right?” Crouching down, she gently held Sybil’s face in her hands, her dark eyes searching the much younger Raven’s face. There was a nasty color that was already rising across the right side of her face. But she was alive. Thank goodness. Relief washed through her to some extent when she let the fact settle in her mind. Her voice remained collected, but the furrow of her eyebrows was enough to reveal the concern that brewed within herself. “Is your side okay? Can you walk?” That had been one heck of a tackle. And her side hadn’t been any better before, either.
Lenore, you’re officially stupid.
No, beyond stupid.
Without waiting for an answer, as tentatively as she could in a situation such as this one, Lenore helped Sybil up, careful to not let too much pressure go to her injured side. Still holding Sybil and letting the smaller Raven lean against her, she turned her head, only to spot James in the distance. A guard had raised his sword over James’s head, ready to bring the blade down. She should have let him kill the Wolf. But before her head could wrap around what she was thinking, she’d raised her gun in his direction and fired a shot.
The guard who had been trying to split him in half fell abruptly behind, and a new pool of glistening scarlet spread across the floor. She hadn’t even seen the man’s face. James, on the other hand, glanced up at her with furrowed eyebrows with a flash of realisation in his eyes before he seemed to think. It wasn’t a long thought, really, and he did so as he swung at one of the approaching guards, his fist sending the man flying far away. Finally, as if he had made a decision, without hesitating, he helped keep up Sybil’s other side, his jaws clenched.
“You just had to go and do that, did you?” He muttered underneath his breath before he started to move, as did Lenore, trying to be as cautious as they could with Sybil. The strike across her face and the tackle had probably already done more than enough damage, and it worried Lenore more than anyone could imagine, and it only exacerbated when her eyes swept around. Where was Eliza?
Many of Raoul’s men kept cover for them, most of the times, as much as they could. There were so many of them fighting, she realized, and suddenly dreaded the outcome of the deal they had made. He had said that the price would change depending on how much damage had been inflicted upon them. If those men hadn’t been there, shielding them, they would have already been killed at he pace they were moving in as of current.
“If it’s the mystery girl, Margaret is most likely with her,” said James, his icy blue eyes flickering over to meet hers. “We’ll meet them outside.”
She almost considered it as a bluff, but thought about it. This was James Kenward she was regarding. He was a thief, a killer, and a cruel man no doubt - but if there was one thing he didn’t lie about, it would regard the lives of those around himself. Margaret would not be an exception, given her closeness with him. “All right.”
The words tasted odd on her tongue, and he seemed to knit his eyebrows in agreement at the feeling. Ravens and wolves didn’t exactly mix. Who knew that they’d be agreeing to something one day? With this many soldiers and chaos, it wouldn’t serve too bad to form a temporary alliance, it seemed. Hopefully it didn’t happen again. The mercenaries and the Crestles had not shared a very smooth history, considering Raoul’s former occupation before he’d become a figurehead for the mercenaries. Ray and Raoul... well, they had a complex relationship after that split.
. . .
The night air cut through his skin, the wind like ice-tipped needles of cold. Or perhaps he cold was a result of the odd feeling that twisted violently in his stomach as he set his teeth and urged the animal forward. It seemed calm enough despite the gunshots he could still clearly hear behind himself. It seemed like most of the guards had started chasing him, after the Lieutenant’s yelling and screaming.
Dead or alive, he’d made out the screams. Hopefully he wasn’t captured at all.
It was a little surprising, because he’d been expecting more of them to follow. Was something holding a portion of them back? He didn’t let his thoughts rest on the idea for too long, though. There were still many men chasing him right now with their eyes hostile and their intention to kill quite clear on their hardened faces.
He had lead the hysteric parade for a while now, and it took all of his concentration to tell the horse what direction he needed to move. Glancing over his shoulder once, he furrowed his eyebrows together a little.
Wherever they were hiding, it wouldn’t be far from here now, he thought as he narrowed his eyes, keeping his mind sharp, clear, and focused as much as possible as he lead the army down the streets. The wolves were bound to be around here. If Ray still had command over Wolfgang, he was certain that he would have ordered the man to retreat and leave him be captured. But this was Wolfgang. Stubborn, oddly prideful, and thirsty for blood. Particularly his. He would not have left.
He had to not have left.
There was a wave of pain that flooded through Morgan when he realised that he’d hit the ground after a piercing sharp had echoed throughout the air, and the horse he’d been riding on had rolled to the side after an ear-splitting cry. For a moment, he felt as if he was being wrenched out of shape, and it felt as if whatever had happened to his back had been caused by scorching fire. Grimacing, he slowly opened his eyes, and curled his hands together to push up against the ground, pulling his legs from underneath the lower part of the horse.
“How long has it been since we last met each other like this, Seymour?”
He looked up, only to meet haunted black eyes that pierced through him, burning him on the inside. He was a deathly pale man - almost sickeningly pale with short black hair. The thin, young man stood in front of him with a pistol aimed at his head, and it was as if everything all around them had stilled. As if everyone and everything was holding their breath. Behind him, he couldn’t hear what was happening to the other men, though through his pounding ears, he thought he heard screams. They were static, as if they were being transmitted through a different world before reaching him, though he could still faintly catch the sounds ringing through the night.
This man - he had not changed. His black eyes narrowed.
“Let's get this over with."
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 7, 2017 22:29:49 GMT -5
《 Well my phone currently seems okay. Only a little messed up. Eliza has gotten a pretty relaxed go of it so far though. I mean Lenore got shot and Sybil got stabbed, so I think it’s Eliza’s turn to be in trouble for once cx I know I know. All your replies are lovely, and I suppose mine aren’t so bad. Usually I think it’s just because I’m super tired by the time I finish writing so it feels like it’s not very good. I can't relate to all this art stuff. I swear though ALL my friends are artists. It's getting weird. Am I wearing an artist magnet or something? 》
The party exploded around Eliza, a wave of red and gold piercing a rainbow of gowns. Her eyes widened, head whirling around as she tried to spot the source of the chaos. What was going on? Which gang had initiated this? They had all been here, at a standstill… Except they hadn't, had they? There were two groups of Ravens at the palace; why couldn't there be more from the other gangs? Or worse… her heart leapt in her throat. What if the boys had been found out? Morgan. She cursed herself for thinking of him first. Certainly she should worry about her own brother first, and Remus was not to be forgotten either.
For starters, Eliza had to get herself, Lenore and Sybil out of the party - really, she'd be no use at all to the men if she were dead. Once they were together and out of this chaos, they could form a new plane. But as her eyes swept the room, she couldn't see Lenore or Sybil. A flutter of panic washed through her, but she quickly quashed it. They were probably already outside, which was exactly where she ought to be getting herself. A guard on his way by bumped into her just then, sending her reaching for the knife she'd carefully tucked away, but she changed her mind before drawing it. Instead, she rolled her shoulders forward, ducking her head and clutching her skirts. Why fight when she already looked like a damsel in distress? Eliza looked no different from the crowds of real aristocratic ladies fleeing from the scene, so there was no reason for anyone to suspect otherwise.
Except, of course, to those who already knew. Eliza whirled around at the sound of her name, turning to face the woman in red. There was blood on her face, and if the blade in her hand was any indication, it wasn't hers. Eliza felt something sick roiling in her stomach. Everything in her being recoiled from this woman, a portrait of the person she didn't want to become. And yet she made herself stoic. Get outside? She almost snorted. “Funnily enough, I had figured that one out for myself.” Eliza replied, guarded but without any real sort of bite. To the woman's second comment, she merely nodded. Why the Crestles were helping the Ravens, she had no idea. Probably because they'd figured out that they had the documents (hopefully) and therefore wanted to earn a favor from this. Either way, she wasn't going to argue with someone trying to keep her alive.
Eliza turned once again, this time making it all the way to the exit without interception or incident. All the while she kept her eyes out for Sybil and Lenore, but she found no sign of them. Wherever they were, she hoped they were okay.
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In the space of a second, everything had gone very, very wrong.
Actually, it had been more like three separate moments, Will thought, that had led him to the current, in which he was sitting in the driver's seat of a carriage he had no experience in driving. It was probably a fortunate thing he was a fast (enough) learner.
The first moment had come with the words “STOP THEM!” Loud, precise, and very clearly meaning them - the fools running away like mad men. It was Lieutenant Baker, of course, who had by now realized he'd been duped, and did not want to be the one to have to explain that the Very Important Documents had been snatched quite literally figuratively from under his nose. It was followed by what was probably every single present member of the Royal Guard launching in their pursuit. It was an experience Will had never quite expected - or desired - to have.
The second fell to Morgan. It took Will - who felt a little bit in a daze - a moment to realize what he'd done, run away to create a diversion from the pair of them, so they could get away with the documents. Or maybe… maybe it wasn't even about the documents? Maybe Morgan just wanted the two of them to make it out alive. Will wasn't entirely sure, but he certainly felt a newfound camaraderie with the pale-haired fellow, the kind that only came from senselessly risking your lives together. Perhaps Morgan wasn't the worst thing that could happen to his sister after all - if he made her happy, then Will would back off a few feet from the big-brother routine. But just a few feet; he'd still be keeping a watchful eye on those two.
The third was almost as unexpected - and certainly a lot less uplifting. Will's heart leapt in his throat as he and Remus came face to face with the Captain - the Captain who was, of course, related to Remus. His brother, if Will was putting the facts together correctly. The two were yelling at each other in the way only family could. Will felt a little awkward to be there. He held his hands up in a gesture of don't bring me into this as he was mentioned, as if he hadn't also been there breaking the law. His fingers wrapped themselves around his own pistol as the two brothers clashed, but it was hard to get a clean shot when there was so much movement. Besides, he wasn't sure Remus wanted him shooting his brother.
And now that brought them back to the present; a shaken Remus, an absent Morgan, and a carriage he had no idea how to drive. Not that he felt like admitting he'd only ever really been on the inside of a carriage - rich heirs (or heirs who thought they were rich) and entitled gang lieutenants were usually the ones being chauffeured and well… He shot Remus an encouraging smile, a don't worry I know exactly what I'm doing kind of smile. “Sure thing, boss. Hold on to those documents, would you?” Will said confidently. He gripped the reins, urging the horses forward the way he'd seen the carriage drivers do. How different could it be from riding? He relaxed a little as the horses started moving forward. Improvisation was what had landed him on top in the first place.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 8, 2017 16:07:57 GMT -5
[ I understand your struggle with phone problems ult, it's like a roller coaster sometimes ] [ Your posts guys are like awesome, Ult you are really good at telling the story and the words and misc you put so much detail into it. I suppose maybe being tired is both a good thing and a bad thing cause most of the time at night you get lot's of inspirations most of the time but sometimes the grogginess of sleep is like getting in the way so stuff seems jumbled ] [ It's Eliza's turn to suffer, everyone gets a turn ] [ Ugg there's nothing more frustrating then being given restrictions on art, especially when a teacher has a strict way of how people draw so any other style then let's say realistic profiles is not right. Maybe you are Ult, a secret magnet for artists to flock to your side. ] [ I told ya, drama is in the forecast tonight. all directions, there is no shelter. They are all doomed for drama ] [ the mindless jabber at the end I have no idea what use it is to this situation //derp// ]
"I'm still breathing so that's something" Sybil muttered, her eyes fluttering up to Lenore as she yanked the officer off her of, speckles of blood splashed on her face from the shot. She doubted she would be able to walk far, considering the tackle to her side kind of knocked off the adrenaline kick that was coursing through her body. The pain escalated through her side and down her leg, the punch across her jaw felt like it was swelling up like some balloon. Okay, maybe it would have been smart to stay home but she wasn't expecting this kind of chaos to break out so suddenly. She had been expecting a rather mild kind of job, where she wouldn't have to do much but just watch and wait for the perfect time to strike. The guards were all bigger then her, some were a lot stronger like that Rockshire she had killed. One side of her brain was telling her how each fight she seemed to be at a disadvantage, while the other side practically scolded her for being so dumb. One the best fighters in the Ravens getting jumped, stabbed, and then tackled in the short span of a month. Well there was always going to be someone better then you but Sybil always had a mind set that there were people better then her, but she could be the absolute best. This kind of situation seemed to remind her that of course, there were gonna be times when people were gonna be faster, stronger and bigger then herself.
She bit her bottom lip as Lenore helped her up, her side was protesting the movement, wanting to yank away and lay on the ground on her good side like Benny had her in the infirmary. Her side burned while her joints felt cold and achy, wanting some kind of relief. Her eyes scanned the ground mostly now, leaning on Lenore just a tad so as not to completely rest her weight on the girl, watching boots scuffle against the former clean floor. She was looking for Eliza's shoes at least, or the end of her dress maybe. They couldn't leave without her, she didn't want to split up. They couldn't. Her mind only reeled back to the times they did split up, how they were always reminded to stay in pairs and never leave without someone beside you. Having a single friend by your side was better then being alone with 10 enemies surrounding you.
Sybil's body flinched at the gun shot Lenore made toward James, hitting the guard instead of the blue eyed man. The sound rang in her ear, making her teeth rattle with that uncomfortable feeling you get when hearing nails on a chalk board. It led her only to think just who these guys were, why they were shooting at everyone else but the Ravens. Lenore clearly knew them, telling by how quick she was to sound off that shot. Maybe Lenore knew them, leading to another thought of how little Sybil knew about Lenore herself. For as long as Lenore had stayed with the Ravens, there wasn't a lot given about her past much like the other mysterious Ravens. She would ask later, maybe inquire about who they really were and only hope that Lenore would shed some kind of light on the situation that has been unfolding. Right now though, Sybil was more focused on not letting the pain from her side swamp her brain and actually move her feet.
The added assistance from James sort of helped, her side protested at the shift in weight and that former feeling of wanting to pull away came back to her. But she forced herself to relax, to just let them help without giving any problems. They were going to leave without Eliza? But...how could they trust these people? How could Sybil trust them, she didn't know them, as far as she knew they were just Crestels. Rotten to the core, murders and crazy people. They couldn't leave Eliza with one of them, not after the brawl they had to stay. We can't leave Lenore...I have to be sure, how they prove it She wanted to say, she wanted to argue until her whole face was blue instead of just a portion of it. But the words never left her throat, her head just craned backwards toward the mess as they made way toward an exit, maybe she could catch just a glimpse of her friend. If she could would they stop and get her? They couldn't leave her behind, they couldn't. What would happen if they showed up without her? How angry Remus would be...his fury wasn't something she has rarely seen in her life but it wasn't one she wanted to experience. And Will...she had promised to keep her safe during the brawl...and if she were to disappear how would things be? He would obviously be upset...furious. Distraught.
"Lenore..." She forced out, her eyes darting back once more. She wasn't convinced at all that this was a good route...to leave without their full party.
But Sybil couldn't do anything about it. So...she could only trust Lenore's judgement...for it was the only thing keeping Sybil from ripping away from the two to go back for Eliza.
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"Right...." Remus muttered, watching Will. Oh he didn't like that smile. Why? Cause that was the same smile he gave people when he didn't know what the hell he was doing.
Remus only watched Will, seeing the former prince while urging the horses forward. Good start...but maybe they could increase their speed just a tad. "You know Will, maybe going faster would benefit us...thata way" Remus said, pointing towards the direction he saw Morgan run off too. To maybe get the stupid man before he was shot and killed...so Remus could put a bullet in his chest instead for being so darn stupid. He could feel the air shift, the yells of the soldiers turning to yells of pain that Remus wasn't sure the cause of it was. Had they ran into another gang? Had the dragons ambushed the group and was trying to hack their way towards the Ravens? It wouldn't make sense considering he saw none of them during their whole visit here...but maybe that was the point. Wait it out until someone came out with the prize, jump them and take without all the hard work. Remus would have done that if he wasn't a stickler for plans, plus he wasn't a lazy bum. If you can't do it yourself then why on earth try at all?
"Don't worry about the soldiers, just ram them right through...like pushing through a wave" Remus instructed, the dots of red scattering around while the main gates just sat there ajar. If they could somehow get through there, pick up Morgan and get out they were home free. Once they were back on their main turf there was no stopping them from reaching safety. The La Selina was filled with heavy duty people, no way a single group would think about trying to ambush them right there. His fingers brushed the pocket of his pants, the documents stuffed into it in the rush of trying to acquire a carriage. Unlike so many jobs before this one held little satisfaction behind it, the joy of getting what they wanted didn't bring him the pride he usually carried, the smugness of knowing he outsmarted the others completely. It felt all too easy even with the chaos that was raining upon them. He hadn't seen Lu Tang at all, not a wiff of the dragons or even a glimpse of the Rockshires. Nor the Crestels...no it was too easy.
Learn to doubt your wins boy or else you'll never make it in this life. Doubt everything. Those words echoed in his head. You don't think ahead far enough. Predict others moves or else you'll fall so hard it will be impossible to get back up
You're smart like that Remus...don't give that up for pride. Too many people in this world have that. Be different.
He narrowed his eyes slightly at the thought, his eyes skipping around for a man with a head full of almost white hair. Gunshots hit off the side of the carriage, helmets falling off and faces mixed together. Come on Morgan...
"Will you do know how to drive this? Right?...Please say yes"
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Hadrian should have thought it wasn't going to be that easy, it was never easy with Remus. The word easy wasn't even in the younger mans dictionary. Hadrian let out a groan, forcing himself to sit up while his vision swam around like a whirlpool. He reached up with one hand, feeling the trickle of blood down his nose and the throbbing in his head. Why? Was the only thought lifting through his mind, the only thing that had been plaguing him since Remus left. He had asked Remus is a million times, screamed it at the top of his lungs the night he caught the boy leaving with a bag and a group of strangers. His younger brother, who at one point was so secluded that he didn't even have the guts to speak up during conversation with strangers. The young man that his mother fretted over before parties, the same one who could barely tie a proper ascot around his neck. His hair...was it always that red? Hadrian shifted to his knees, slowly while the flash of scarlet he had seen was different then the head of auburn. Placing a hand on the ground he tried to stand up only to end up falling to one knee when the world tipped sideways.
His mind reeled backwards from what happened, he heard feet stomping against the ground but his eyes only seemed to search the area around him to spot the moving carriage. Gone again....
"You don't mean to wear that to the party do you?" Hadrian had asked, watching a young 15 year old Remus slide on a dark red vest with swirls of patterns printed across the fabric in a shiny foil. The black slacks he wore, the boots that were laced underneath the fabric, and the black ruffled shirt underneath it with the high stiff collar. It was off from what he usually wore, which was a dark gray suit with a white vest and dress shirt. He even had a different coat, a twin tail suit that he had never seen before. "Of course....why is something wrong with it?" He asked, eyeing the dark maroon jacket that was set on the back of a chair before looking to his brother. "Well...it's a bit...different don't you think? You usually wear gray or dark blue...why the sudden change to black, reds and purple?" Hadrian smiled slightly as Remus struggled with the tie, his fingers getting caught in the fabric. Hadrian walked over at this point, removing his hands and undoing the mess around his neck.
"What's so wrong with different?" Remus asked, causing his brother to only smile more. "Nothing it's just...out of everyone to wear such a assemble of clothes I would have guessed you took fashion notes from Uncle Fredrick" he responded, turning Remus toward the mirror when he was done. "Uncle Fredrick looks horrid in maroon...he would look like a giant purple plum" Remus muttered, glancing upwards to Hadrian who only raised an eyebrow. "My, such a sharp tongue today" Hadrian teased, watching his brother roll his eyes and head off to the chair with the coat, slipping it on and buttoning up the buttons to just about the middle of his chest before walking to his night stand. "It's true...the man could lay off a slice of cake once and a while I mean-"
"What is that?" Hadrian asked, watching Remus pick up a small pin, lifting up the lapel of his suit to stab the little pin through the fabric. "Oh...it's um...nothing just a token from Lord Vale..." He said. On closer look he could see the shape of it, some kind of small bird with it's wings spread out in flight. "A bird?" Hadrian said with a frown. "A magpie to be more exact but...I guess it's hard to tell from the design" Remus said with a sheepish smile. He frowned slightly, letting out a sigh as he began to leave the room, gesturing for Remus to follow. "I honest don't know why you hang around such a man...what could be so exciting about him that you spend so much time there?"
Remus was silent, trailing behind his brother with that young face of his turning blank with emotion, the smallest glint in his eyes of some unknown emotion Hadrian had yet to meet. "I don't know...but I'll tell you when I figure it out" He said, pulling on a warm smile.
And he had....god he had told him.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 9, 2017 6:04:54 GMT -5
[ hey guys, i'll get a reply up tomorrow for everything written - i've written half of my reply but i'm falling asleep while i'm going this and i don't think i can continue atm... i'll try to have something up as soon as i can! x-x sorry for the inconvenience ;; ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 9, 2017 15:34:48 GMT -5
[ It's alright Misc, take you time. Sleep is very vital as we all seem to lack it lol ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 10, 2017 8:36:18 GMT -5
[ phone problems bleugh. i don't know how you write so long and well on a phone, ult. i'd probably throw my phone in the middle of typing a reply x~x night definitely is the time when ppl seem to get a lot of ideas or the shower. i swear that's where everyone seems to get their ideas for some reason to finish it off, bee you're rlly great at expressing your characters through your writing and dialogue. and the humour. i swear i have died from remus's and sybil's humour too many times to count. mwahah everyone gets a turn to sufferi swear people are going to think us as crazy when they read what we write in and out of chat It is :c and it's even more frustrating when it feels like you are putting the restriction and yet you just can't do anything about it - or at least even if you try it just feels like there's no progress being made
i think you are the secret magnet, ult mindless jabber is good, bee! don't worry bout it ]
The torrent of color seemed to slow when they started to move, slipping past the grasp of the soldiers who reached out for them with their hands. “You’re quite famous in the underground now, little Raven. Do you realise that?” The words were casually spoken, even as Margaret ducked and briefly glanced over at where their enemies stood before shooting at them without a pause of hesitation. Her movements didn’t seem to bother her, though it was clear that she was careful not to let her focus wander off too much from her targets and Eliza.
“I’m not sure entirely why Seymour may have an attachment to a mysterious girl such as yourself, but it would have been better if you had not engaged yourself in this game.” The tall, elegant woman eyed Eliza for a while longer with a touch of curiosity in her eyes. “Little girl, if you can earn your freedom after this is over, would you take the chance?”
Before Margaret herself could say anything, however, there was another silhouette of color that emerged in front of them. The sound of her gunshot mingled with the other screams and cries of weapons and people when she shot over and over at those who dared to approach too close with the intention to kill.
A rush of air greeted them when they were finally outside and made their way into the dark, away from the palace. The night sky, oblivious to the chaos that was occurring, was as vast and content as ever with specks of glistening silver dappled across like diamonds thrown across a king’s velvet cape. Holding up her weapon, Margaret held the silver against Eliza’s throat, letting the edge of the blade nearly touch her skin when they finally came to a stop. “Now, we wait,” she said, her eyes resting on the much younger individual’s form.
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Gently giving Sybil’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze at the sound of her name, Lenore scanned their path, where there were still a tangle of men and women, some who were trapped in the chaos, and others who were using this as a method of distraction. She didn’t have to ask to somewhat understand the thoughts that were running through Sybil’s head. Was it a good idea to let James lead them out? Probably not. On a different circumstance, she would not have even been this close to the short male, who also had similar thoughts. But given everything, it was a little different tonight.
And because she had encountered him quite a few times now, and had even been stuck working with him at one point due to a common front between the mercenaries and the Crestles at the time, which had been a while ago. It had been a very odd evening, indeed.
“You’re probably one of the last people I’d like to be with,” James had muttered underneath his breath with his hands jammed into his pockets, eyes narrowed and lips pulled into a scowl.
In return, Lenore had tipped her head to the side. “How coincidental. I was just thinking the same thing. I dislike many things about you — perhaps with the exception of your sense when it comes to jackets.”
Glancing down at his sleek black jacket, James had raised an eyebrow to himself and lightly touched the end of the smooth clothing. “You think so?”
“Just kidding.”
“Ellison!”
The memory was short, and it soon flashed past her head with the chaos swarming around themselves.
“Just a little more,” muttered James, who was trying his best not to let his grasp around Sybil tighten too much as they moved through the bustling current of red and gold and black and green. His blue eyes flickered underneath the light and the chaos around them, reflecting the droplets of red and the colors that shifted past them, sometimes barely missing them. His scowl seemed to darken even more. “Well, this is wonderful. The boss will be absolutely pleased with us.”
It was true that he could have left and he still could now - Lenore was certain that there was nothing that would benefit him by helping Sybil and herself out. But he showed no intention of leaving, and pressed the trigger at anyone who came far too close, and was clearly no ally. His gaze seemed to be searching for someone, and Lenore realised that her eyes were doing the same. Eliza. He had said that she was with Margaret, but was she truly? What if something had happened? She could not read his thoughts, but it seemed that he was thinking of the same dreadful result.
Finally, after what had seemed like hours and hours of walking, they were free from the entangled men and women behind. The fact that they had slipped out could and would not be noticed by anyone unless they had been waiting for their appearance.
“I thought you were good as dead,” a voice came from the side, from none other than Margaret whose scarlet-crusted blade was against Eliza’s throat. “We were waiting for you.”
The sight of Eliza, breathing, living, and alive, sent a wave of relief over Lenore. Her shoulders loosened a little, and the tension that had been twisting and turning (just like her feet had back in the palace when the chaos had erupted) in her stomach seemed to settle down to some extent.
Until she saw Margaret raise her gun in their direction, her eyes flashing beneath the dim moonlight.
“Margaret-” James seemed to say before he was cut off by the look she gave him with her burning molten eyes.
“Don’t underestimate the Ravens, James,” she spoke, her voice collected and her slight smile consistent, though the look in her eyes made it clear that she would not hesitate to shoot, or to slay Eliza right there and then. The short man seemed to close his mouth at this, taking a small step back while glimpsing over in their direction once before turning his head away.
“I’m afraid all of you will have to follow me. Resist in any way and I will kill you. James and I have our lives laid down on the table as well.”
She tipped the blade closer against Eliza’s throat all the while keeping her gun pointed at Lenore, then over at Sybil. A little hesitantly, James seemed to point his gun in their direction as well, though his blue eyes soon hardened and any concern that had possibly been there disappeared behind a small frown.
“Start walking.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 10, 2017 23:10:29 GMT -5
[ *tries to type reply* ] [ *falls asleep instead* Gahhh I'll try and get a reply up tomorrow, I'm really not feeling good, the slaughter of weather changes on my state is seriously messing up me up so I'm gonna sleep woooooo but no one said I couldn't draw before ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 11, 2017 0:59:33 GMT -5
go and rest bee no need to hurry! yes yes plz draw c; create wonderful art speaking of which i really need to try and draw this cast properly /flails/
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 11, 2017 21:45:07 GMT -5
《 Replying now; my internet has been down all day 》
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