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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Feb 12, 2017 22:10:57 GMT -5
《 A little late sorry. It's been a weird weekend. I don't even know Misc. I started out just typing short replies on my phone when I didn't have computer access, but they just kind of grew and grew. You guys always have such nice, long replies though.
People probably do think we're crazy. Do you think we're crazy? Yes, that's right, you.
Everything had gone suspiciously well on Eliza’s escape trip - well, not so suspicious since mostly her good fortune came from the fact that the Crestle lady (she was pretty sure she was a Crestle, anyway) hadn’t hesitated to kill anyone that got in their way. It made Eliza sick to her stomach, but she couldn’t very well stop to chastise the woman about her life choices now, lest she want that blood-splattered blade to end up lodged in her own guts. There was a time and place and correct audience for such life tips, but it wasn’t here, and it wasn’t now, and this woman certainly wasn’t the kind she should be delivering such a speech to. The glimmer in those amber eyes was soulless - they were molten and yet cold. Much unlike another set of molten eyes. No. She couldn’t think of him now. All she could do was pray he had gotten away before all this chaos had been set loose, and that he was home and safe with Remus and her brother.
Home. She realized. She’d just thought home.
The thought threw her for a second. For just the wrong second. She missed the shift in the person guarding her back. She missed the flash of silver, the hush of breath against her skin. A blade kissed her neck, a hare’s breath from slitting her throat. She froze, realizing her mistake a heartbeat too late. Like an absolute fool, she’d been captured, and there was nothing she could do about it. The woman could kill her before she reached any of her weapons. Where was Sybil? Where was Lenore? She wanted to look for them or scream for help or both, but she was entirely at this woman's mercy. Eliza wouldn't move a muscle unless she was permitted.
They waited. And waited. Until, finally, a pair of familiar faces appeared, accompanied by the same young man Eliza had seen watching her earlier. Fear stirred in her gut, but of a different kind now. She'd changed her mind; she didn't want Lenore or Sybil to be here. She wanted them as far away from these two murderers as they could be. She schooled her features until she could stare at them evenly, hoping they could see her thoughts in her eyes.
Go, run, get out of here while you can, she begged them. Leave me.
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The trio of Rockshires were not a group to be forgotten and yet, presently, they were doing their very best to do just that. Better to slip away unnoticed than cause an unnecessary amount of ruckus. The Rocks weren't known for their glimmering morals, so it wasn't kindness that kept them from attacking the stream of guards and party guests, but they also hated to be wasteful. They were businessmen, and there was no profit to be made in picking a fight right here. Some of their thugs might have been more eager, but Beake had sent his two most refined soldiers and his own daughter, and all three of them knew perfectly well how to meet his expectations. Whether they were on board with his morals was another question entirely.
All three of them had stopped in the shadows mid-getaway to look upon the scene between the Ravens and the Crestles, silently observing. Thoughts raced through each of their heads, but their attentions were all focused on the girl with the sword to her throat. They knew her, each and every one of them, though she had only ever spoken to one of them. They knew her by the colour of her hair, by the slant of her green eyes, by the curl of her lips.
The girl could only be - as they'd heard rumours of - William Gansey’s sister.
There was nothing they could do to help the girls now, and not all of them were so inclined to help anyway. It was clear enough the way things were going. They slipped away to their own carriage, got inside and rolled away.
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Will nodded, which was a little stupid seeing as he wasn't even facing Remus. But he wasn't going to take his eyes off the road. Right, faster. He urged the horses to speed up, and they advanced with a snort to a lively trot. No different than riding, he told himself. No different at all -
Thfunk! The carriage jolted a little, and Will looked back quickly to see they'd scraped the side of the carriage off of something. He winced slightly, forcing the smile back on his face. He doubted Remus had any intentions of returning the carriage, but that didn't mean he could trash it. He ought to be a little more careful; which was difficult, of course, considering he had no idea how to drive this thing.
He managed somehow to turn the horses the direction Remus had indicated, urging them to move a bit faster. Guards were yelling at them now too, taking note of the carriage tearing across the lawn rather than sticking to the road. Thankfully, they didn't run over any guards, probably because most people would choose failing to capture the fugitives rather than being run over by a horse drawn carriage. This driving stuff wasn't so bad after all. Will loosed a laugh, shaking his head. “Not in the slightest!” He replied rather giddily. He had never driven a carriage before in his life, but at least this was going fairly well. His driving seemed only extremely slightly unsafe.
He whooped when a familiar whitish head of hair came into sight, before he realized someone had a gun to Morgan's head. And they were heading straight for them. There would be no stopping; there was a troop of guards close behind them in pursuit. Will made a split-second decision, and cued the horses faster still, straight toward Morgan and the man above him. Set to run them over. “Hey Seymour, heads up - !”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 12, 2017 22:55:51 GMT -5
[ ya'll can skip me for now. I don't think I'll be able to type something properly and decent like you guys. I promise to get something up after thou, my weekend was equally as weird but more so on the flu side ] [ Ult I think it's clear that you are the phone typing champion. If it was a sport, you would win every match ] [ We're 70% crazy, 20% sleep deprived and 10% character tortures ] [ Will should be in fast and furious but without the furious and everyone is hauling a carriage around ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 13, 2017 9:25:05 GMT -5
[ you guys can skip me too ;; i don't think that i'll be able to type something decent either in the mind state that i'm currently in... this monday was a disaster :c i think this week will be in a bit of a weird stage for me till hopefully saturday or so ult is the winner
i think that's about right c; && omg yes he should ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 13, 2017 14:52:57 GMT -5
[ ayyeeee I got something at long last ] [ Fast and Slightly Scared: Feature Will who does not know how to drive Gansey. With his co star Remus Who is slightly frightened Hawkins ]
Sybil was tied here, her hands, feet, her mouth even. She couldn't even resist a little? She scowled slightly at this Margret person, half tempted to go shove off and to put the toy away. In this situation they couldn't afford some hostage situation. But With Sybil's state...she didn't want to add a gun shot to her collection of wounds plus she would only be dead weight for Lenore in the end. She skipped her eyes to James, narrowing them further while memorizing their faces for when they all get away. All of them. She wasn't going back to the La Selina without her friends, she already made that vow a while ago. She let her eyes stray onto Eliza, scanning her once for injuries just in case Margret here decided to have a little punching party while they were waiting out here for them. Instead Sybil caught the look in Eliza's eyes, the kind that usually meant Go and leave me behind and all that sacrifice shtick. Small problem, Sybil couldn't really run at this point much less hobble. Her side was still throbbing from that tackle and the pain screamed whenever she put weight on that side. No doubt she would most likely get shot then get away.
And Sybil really didn't want to go back onto that whole No man gets left behind thing from before, but the main summary of it was that She wasn't gonna leave Eliza behind. She wasn't going to leave Lenore behind because she knew, she knew that they wouldn't leave her behind. They were all too stubborn to listen to each other any way. Sybil could only look down, sending a glare to Margret ( Stupid head Margret ) and then nudging Lenore slightly. She wanted to snark about how stupid this was, at this moment where utter chaos was unfolding on the palace and the Crestels wanted to play kidnapper. Maybe they could rearrange this time for a better date? The sarcastic quips came to her mind and it was harder not to let the pair know about them.
Write them down Sybil, you can tell them all about it after you feed them their teeth She thought to herself, a little smile quirking to her lips for a split second before it vanished, instead keeping a cool pair of eyes on the pair holding said guns. Right. Later. "Looks like we're all going on a quick trip" She whispered to Lenore. Sybil glanced right back at those guns....
She really regrets not taking a gun
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"Perfe- Wait what?" Remus said, doing a double take to William right as the carriage thunked and the horses let out a shrill neigh. "How do you not know how?! It's Gang getaway 101" Remus said, clinging onto the carriage seat now and feeling his blood chill at the thought of William Gansey take the reigns of a carriage and yet not know how to drive it?! It was nice living while I did, I always wanted to die a simple way. Nothing too fancy, something normal. This will do. He thought in a sad tone, his shoulders slouching slightly before flinching at the sound of soldiers yelling and screaming, leaping out of the way before being ran over by the giant carriage that was barreling through them. "Sorry not sorry boys" Remus called to them, watching them scramble for their lost guns at the leap to avoid being ran over by horses and wild Will.
He did however look up when he heard the word Seymour, that was Morgan's last name right? Funny, Remus always thought Morgan was just....Morgan. No last name. It was odd to put a last name to the mans face. So Remus is going to keep on pretending that Morgan is just Morgan with no last name. So Remus craned his neck about to see Morgan indeed, it was hard to miss the lad with that head of hair. But his view was slightly blocked by some block who he didn't have a clue who it was. Some lad with short dark hair and really, really pale skin pointing a gun at his friend. There's the company I was wondering about Remus thought, automatically thinking this boy could be from one of the other gangs. He didn't care which, it only brought a sense of normality to the situation. Remus only shifted himself, forcing himself to actually take the risk of clinging onto the door of the carriage from the outside instead of the inside. He would snatch up Morgan and then hopefully pull him into the carriage before he got a bullet thrust between his head and in his brain.
Remus has seen plenty of people do it before, so how hard was it? It was actually um...kind of difficult hanging onto the carriage by the door and practically forcing yourself to be a part of the stupid designs on it, trying to find footing and not slip off. Even if Remus were to lean out slightly, the door would probably swing open and he would fly off it most likely or get dragged against the ground like a sac of potatoes.
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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 14, 2017 22:14:22 GMT -5
《 Guys really don't worry about replying quickly Bee your reply wasn't even slow . I'm gonna be really busy this week so...just don't worry about it c: I hope your days since have been a little better, Misc. How are you? Like I said, take all the time you need to reply. I'm just going to wait up for now. I really haven't had time to write up a new reply anyway..
Afraid and Precarious: 1856 edition. Poor Will cx 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 15, 2017 15:39:50 GMT -5
[ i'm like sanic ik how did I get like this x~x ] [ this week seems like one of those weeks where everything is coming down and there's no real reason why that was my week last week ] [ that's a movie I would pay to see ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 16, 2017 7:38:19 GMT -5
[ thank you ult ;w; i'm halfway done with my reply TvT i can finally work on it now so i'll get to that and thank you again for asking ;; it actually went really low yesterday but thankfully things have gotten better. currently i'm just overwhelmed by ap 2d & 3d art - both portfolios are due april and i still have around 10 pieces to do. i don't arrive home till 9pm or so anymore cause of all the work. how about you? are you doing all right?
this week has been an up and down and crash sort of week... i hope this week has been better, bee
same here i'd like to see that haha]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 17, 2017 0:37:00 GMT -5
[ ahh that sounds like a lot of art to do ;c; hang in there and don't get too stressed with the art. Drink some juice or tea or maybe water whatever tickles your fancy ] [ take your time misc, take a nap too, you deserve a nap] [ hopefully the crash can turn to safe landing tbh this week felt alright i feel you on the crash thou misc] [ Includes lots of screaming and cute horses ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 17, 2017 12:57:41 GMT -5
[thank you bee T~T hmhm... i think i'll go with all three of them. and coffee too we all need coffee and thank you again ;c; you guys get some rest too even if it seems impossible to squeeze into your schedule i hope it will turn into safe landing for all of our crash weeksi'm glad that your week felt okay - that's always a good thing uwu
yup yup cx
As Lenore caught sight of the dark, cinnamon-hued eyes of James, which swirled with what could only be apprehension, she lowered the hand that had reached for the knife tucked between her clothing. She was certain that the two had not come this far only to murder them here. Then again, Margaret and James were still a part of the Crestles, and they were there for a reason. They were more than capable of making one of their legs or arms useless in one deft movement. She was certain that to some extent no one had been anticipating the events to unravel in such a way. This hadn’t been the way things should have gone for the Ravens, either. Things would have been almost too convenient, though, if everything had remained static and all the gangs had been locked within. All they would have really had to do was to ensure that none of the other gang members stirred trouble. But of course, by the reactions that had followed, something suspiciously familiar had struck.
For a brief moment she saw a pair of blue eyes. He’d be furious if he saw them, she knew that much. It didn’t matter if he realised the circumstances - just by the fact that they were away from La Selina would be enough to cause a wild fire. Another image flickered past her eyes, this time one of the same individual with his attire soaked in scarlet, a trickle of red glimmering from the side of his lip. Lenore almost winced, though she was careful to keep her expression the same - the one that usually seemed to unnerve those who were not familiar with her.
Not the best time to be worrying about everyone else when she still had to fret over the wellbeing of Eliza and Sybil who were both so close to her, yet so far at the same time. One small mistake could cost them something nearly fatal. Hopefully.. hopefully they were all right. Her dark eyes had caught the look Eliza had been giving them. It was a look that she was not familiar seeing - after all, the policy she had lived by for so long had been to abandon those who would risk the lives of the other mercenaries. Most had chosen to obey those rules, including herself. But she was tired of simply walking away with the intention to leave others for good. I’ve done enough of that.
As for Sybil’s words… She was wounded, badly - it was apparent in her reactions and responses to what was going on. The feisty, youthful, and pretty fighter would have snapped up a different response by now, that much was quite certain. And yet, she barely seemed like she could stand for long on her feet with her collection of wounds and side. If only Sybil could return. She was the one who needed the most medical attention out of all of them right now - and she surely would not get anything close to hospitality with the Crestles.
“Wait.”
Both Margaret and James glanced over in her direction when she spoke. “We’re walking, aren’t we?” They didn’t answer, but it seemed to be a subtle ‘yes.’ At least, until they had finally reached whatever vehicle they had in mind. “Then don’t take Sybil along.”
There was a long stretch of silence before Margaret spoke, her expression shifting. “Why shouldn’t we?”
“In her state right now she’ll slow you down.” Lenore’s expression was the same, though in her head she was apologising quite frequently for her words and her choice of language. Her words wouldn’t settle well with Sybil, she knew that, but at the moment, that was the only thing she could think of. For now, getting them one by one away from the grasp of the Crestles was what she wanted to do. “What if we’re ambushed by others? Normally you wouldn’t have a problem - but she’s heavily wounded, and her side may reopen.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, the other older woman tilted her head to the side with her molten eyes flashing coldly. “And if we do leave her behind? How will she get back to wherever she needs to go? The girl can barely walk on her own.”
“You’ll figure something out, won’t you?”
Humming while raising his eyebrow, James leaned forward with his gun still in his hand, though his expression had also changed. A mixture of amusement and dislike had settled there. “How would you know?”
“You wouldn’t have wasted your time trying to save us only to let us die here - especially when you knew what kind of condition she was in, James. So, I can assume that you’ll get her there somehow.” What on Earth am I talking about? But it didn’t matter - keep the words going, keep them thinking. “For some reason, you really want her,” she said as she indicated Eliza with her dark eyes, briefly meeting those green ones. “And I’m guessing that you want me. In a situation like this one deadweight can and will drag you down from successfully doing just that. You know that better than anyone else. What would Ray do in your position?”
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Wolfgang’s pitch black eyes rose at the sound of his name. On the other hand, Morgan only felt something gyrate in his stomach, something that could only be described as one of those knots you had when you knew you were in deep trouble. He was stuck in a deep trouble, all right. What, how, and why was William Gansey here, barreling through soldiers and other silhouettes with Remus Hawkins?
Why...? He’d separated from them to diverge the attention of the guards from them - not so that they would come straight into the mess! He would have rested his head in his gloved hand, if it hadn’t been for the fact that the carriage was now headed straight for him. He didn’t have much time to think - it was his body that moved first with a surge of energy upon instinct. The moment he moved, away from the horse he had fell from after being brutally shot down by Wolfgang, he felt a rush of pain seize his side and leg. His knees almost buckled underneath himself, though he managed to roll away in the nick of time. He had no control over where he’d moved away to, and he had no control over the faintest sliver of something else that settled in his head apart from the disbelief of seeing the two individuals. Was it… gratitude? No, not exactly. He would have felt much better if the two had actually gone back to La Selina, even if he had a gun aimed at his head. But… they’d come for him. They didn’t have to - of course that wasn’t to say he’d written Remus and Will off as heartless people - it was just that…
As he dragged himself up on his elbows, grimacing as the world in front of himself tipped once from the sudden movements, he glanced up to see the carriage. For a moment his vision was blurry and he could only see a smudged outline of his surroundings. Never mind yelling at them - it was pointless. It didn’t seem like they were going to go anywhere soon, and he was certain that if he shouted at this point in time his head wouldn’t be able to take it. Hopefully they stayed in that carriage and didn't risk coming out from the small shelter that it provided. Instead, he dodged his head to the side just as he saw a flash of silver, which came down next to his throat and broke against the cold floor just next to his cheek. He furrowed his eyebrows when his eyes met those dark, empty voids of Wolfgang, who had the faintest hint of a snarl touching his pale lips.
Swinging out his undamaged leg and finally rising to his feet, ignoring the warm trickle of red down his forehead and his leg, which soon snaked around his ankles, Morgan grabbed the weapon that had been tucked in his uniform. He was lucky that he hadn’t fractured any of his bones from the crushing fall - or maybe at the moment he wasn’t noticing that he had. Either way, he was somewhat standing, facing the boy who had once been his only “companion” back in the days.
“I’d hand the documents you’re holding if I were you, Seymour.” Wolfgang’s were narrowed, and as if on cue, a few of the Crestles, who had knocked some of the guards off of their horses, lead the massive creatures in the direction of the carriage, pulling out their guns as they did so, targeting Remus and Will inside. “Or perhaps you’re not the one who really has it. It doesn't matter. He told me to bring you back alive, and we have just the thing that might make you yield."
Something that would make him yield...?
"Unless you don't care about that girl's life, that is."
That girl?
He couldn't be talking about...
"You're lying."
A low chuckle escaped Wolfgang's lips as he took a step forward, eyeing the pale-haired Raven whose molten eyes flashed, eyebrows furrowed, jaw tightened. Such a pity. To think that the boy had become this soft and blind. Did this girl mean that much to him? He could see the moment realization had registered in his amber eyes, his grip around his own arm had tightened, and he'd almost become static - unmoving. And for the first time, the sickeningly pale Crestle watched with his pitch black eyes as the molden orbs slowly started to unfold with fear for someone else. "Have I ever lied?"
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 18, 2017 1:00:47 GMT -5
[ I have like half a reply down I just need to proof read it cause I'm sure half of it came out blarged totally didn't try typing a reply while talking to person of interest over skype pfff ] [ counting down the days till summer ;v; ] [ safe landings filled with airplane food peanuts ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 18, 2017 11:19:12 GMT -5
( no problem take your time bee c; /cough/ it's okay i do that too /cough/ your secret shall be kept yup yup... actually for me at the moment i don't want to do that just yet with ap art stuff due april T_T
and instant noodles )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 18, 2017 22:39:24 GMT -5
[ I think I'll wait for Ult to reply before posting anything but nothing on the interwebs is a secret ;v; ] [ Let's skip april and just go right into summer break no worries attached. cause then that must mean I passed all my courses this semester ] [ and all those old 2000 2D animated movies like Treasure planet or Brother Bear ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 19, 2017 13:47:12 GMT -5
( gotcha c; /pats/ it's okay bee this one's an exception please. that sounds wonderful gah same here. i just want to survive this semester omg yes i remember watching both of those - i loved and still love both of them so much nostalgia )
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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 19, 2017 22:34:54 GMT -5
《 Ack sorry guys. I'll try and reply tomorrow morning 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 20, 2017 8:32:10 GMT -5
( take your time ult ! )
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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 20, 2017 22:48:56 GMT -5
《 Short sorry; not much time to write at the moment. 》
Her friends didn't run.
Eliza's expression fell, although it was quickly schooled into nonchalance. Realistically, no one would believe someone to be nonchalant in such a situation, with a sword to her throat. But there was nothing more intimidating than for one to appear unfazed when they should be befit with terror, and Eliza could use every weapon she could handle. It didn't hurt that appearing calm helped keep her centered too.
Her eyes lifted to Lenore as she spoke, something in her heart quivering. Oh, Lenore. Eliza wanted to express her gratitude profusely for trying to get them to release Sybil. It was true that the small blonde was in the worst situation here; even if these people didn't seem to expressly want Sybil, she might still not survive the trip. Lenore delivered the request logically, so that they might realize that she would only slow them down. At the same time though, she had just seen the woman behind her slice through a dozen bodies without a care. What was to make her keep Sybil alive if they were already planning on leaving her behind?
Lenore was right about another thing; they did seem to want Eliza specifically. Why, she had no idea. It probably had to do with Will. Everything seemed to have to do with Will where she was concerned. Her experience with the Underground so far was that people leapt to conclusions the moment they heard the word “Gansey”. Whether he had shot a friend of a friend, or scammed their cousin, or flirted with their brother’s wallet - it always seemed to be an indirect offense. She'd always figured it was her brother that would get her killed.
Either way, they seemed to want Eliza - and if she wasn't dead yet, they probably wanted her alive. Which meant she may have something to bargain with after all. “If you would like me alive, I have a counter offer,” Eliza piped up in her delicate, upper class accent. “Let the two of them go, unharmed, and I shall come willingly. If you must keep me alive, and we have to walk, I will otherwise struggle every step of the way - I swear that to you. But let them go and I will follow without a complaint.”
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Will had been expecting a little more effort from Morgan to actually get in the carriage. Instead he kind of rolled out of the way, and then the vampiric-looking one followed. He sighed, slowing the horses to give Morgan a better chance to get in, and to give himself a chance to look for his gun. Where was it? He couldn't find it in the folds of this stupid uniform. He'd had to layer on a shirt underneath the heavy fabric so as to not look like a stick figure so much as usual. At least it had looked nice. He had looked forward to teasing someone about it later; he had a whole array of potential guard jokes at his disposal.
And then he just caught the words about the girl.
From what he'd come to understand about Morgan, there weren't many girls he could be referring to. And after multiple events, there had been plenty of buzz going around about him and a particular girl. That girl being none other than Will's sister. He pulled the horses to an almost dead stop. His fingers had found his pistol somehow, and he had it trained on the black-and-white man. “What girl?” He demanded, and it wasn't only one face that came to mind to be worried about. But that didn't make sense; they were all supposed to be home and safe at the moment. “What girl are you talking about?!”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 20, 2017 23:10:17 GMT -5
[ I will get a reply up in the morning, sort of dealing with something right now. I hope you guys days are going swellaroonie btw ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 21, 2017 17:19:49 GMT -5
[ poof a wild reply has appeared ]
"Stop talking like that, I'm not going anywhere ladies" Sybil hissed, her eyes darting to the group around her. As if she was going anywhere right now. She wasn't going to leave them behind, she didn't care if she was dead weight or not. They all had to return back to the La Selina not to some Crestels hide out for whatever reason. She certainly wasn't going to let them get away with both Lenore and Eliza, or Eliza by herself. It was like someone was offering her a combo 'Hey! Take one, get one free!' Yes, that makes sense. "We aren't going to split up, we aren't going to do that" Sybil pushed on, looking back at Lenore and edging away from her just a bit. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from these two. Were they crazy?! She couldn't return back to the La Selina by herself and explain how Oh we didn't like what you guys said to us so we went and got in trouble! Or having to explain to Will...god if Will were to find out that Eliza was kidnapped by some scum Crestels who knows what could pop to the surface. Probably a anger that Sybil has never seen before, or anyone for that matter.
"You Crestels can go back to your boss empty handed cause..." She placed weight on her injured side, flinching slightly at the pain that splintered up her side. She certainly couldn't fight, she couldn't just tell them I'll fight you both if I have to cause that was just a death wish waiting to happen. Maybe if she had a pistol or something....either way she couldn't fight. "Cause..." She found her words failing to find the right threat, seeing as the options were beginning to weigh against her. But the one statement seemed to ring true through this little situation...she couldn't do anything. It dawned on her that Sybil couldn't do a damn thing right now. They had pistols, probably knives too and Sybil had a injured side and a dagger meant for some scum bag in the Rockshires. How on earth could she do anything at this point? She was literally a dog with so much bark and yet so little bite. Her brows knitted together as she frowned and glared at the two strangers, her mouth closing as her jaw tightened. She couldn't do anything, she couldn't fight back. She would end up with a bullet in her leg, or a bullet would end up in Lenore or Eliza. She was literally a sitting duck. Why did they agree to go on this stupid mission? Why couldn't they have all waited back at the La Selina and dealt with the boys stupid path of thought there.
It felt so odd to her, to be this powerless. And the funny thing is, she was in this situation many times before. It was a cliche, hold someone by the throat with a knife or gun but there was always a way to get out of it. Someone acts a distraction or the person being held reacts to where they aren't in danger anymore so the others could move. But this time it felt so...cornered. Sybil couldn't do anything and she didn't know how well Eliza was in trying to defend herself in a situation like this she...she honestly didn't know a lot about Eliza even with a month of staying with the Ravens.
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What was happening now?!
Remus didn't know why they were stopping, Why Morgan wasn't in the carriage or just frankly what was happening. They had stopped for some damned reason. Yes that's a smart idea, with guards right behind them. "Will-" Remus barked, having almost been flung off the carriage when Will had made the sudden stop. Of course when Remus turned back around when prying himself off the side of the carriage ( He held on like a star fish when they stopped ) while also grappling for the pistol hidden in the folds of his clothes. Just because the other guards were preoccupied with something else didn't mean some would skitter around to come and play hopscotch with them. Remus turned around toward the little scene now, seeing Morgan face off with this strange lad who he has never seen before. And that's saying something considering Remus knows almost EVERYONE in the gang circuit. It was a requirement to know nearly everyone even if it was just a glimpse at their face or just knowing a bit of their name. But this lad Remus has never seen before...but it seemed Morgan knew him.
But let's not forget Will, who was pointing his pistol right at the boy, demanding to know about a girl. And obviously this girl isn't another person Remus didn't know...that would be disturbing. Remus glanced back toward the mess of guards and back at the three men in front of him, his hand itching to pull his own pistol and shoot the stranger so they could all go. A small, very small voice in his head was telling him to just leave Will and Morgan to their own devices while he escaped but...that was a very Lu Tang thought. And Remus Hawkins was no Lu Tang. But he knew that Will wouldn't just jump back in the carriage if Remus told him too, neither would Morgan he felt like. Couldn't this have been back home? Where they could be mean to each other and take their time. How does one be assertive in this situation without having someone swing their pistol at him, to which Remus would still be trying to pull out his? No wonder guards kept their pistols on the outside of their uniform, this thing was a gun death trap.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 23, 2017 7:21:17 GMT -5
( wild reply i choose you hey guys! i'm really sorry - i'll try to get a post later on when i can ;; hope you guys are doing okay and your days are going sweallaroonie too )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 23, 2017 23:02:53 GMT -5
[ wild reply got confuzzled somehow ] [ Take your time Misc~! Reply when you can, don't worry! Anyone else having a abnormal week? ]
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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 25, 2017 8:56:41 GMT -5
《 Take your time, Misc!
Yes this has been an abnormal week. So many things going on. So.. Bill Nye has a new show coming out cx It's called Bill Nye Saves the World. *Waits for the jokes* 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 25, 2017 11:02:47 GMT -5
( thank you guys ! ;u;
it really has been an abormal week. a lot of things are happening and they're all very strange... i guess it's been like that for all of us i heard about that! man i remember when my science teacher in middle school used to turn his videos on and the class would just be singing the intro with pencils in their hands as microphones will nye saves the ink)
“It doesn’t matter if you struggle or not,” answered Margaret cooly. “Either way you’ll be coming with us.” But she did seem to listen, however. Her glowing eyes seemed to confirm this. Her gaze then flickered over to where Sybil stood, and her lips quirked a little in an unnervingly knowing way. As if she knew all too well the feeling of being cornered - of not being able to connect a threat.
There was a momentary stretch of silence as Margaret tipped her head to the side. “On a normal circumstance I wouldn’t have thought twice of your little… bargain. Your other two companions are quite infamous and wanted amongst the others with a high price tagged on their necks. However… I admire your courage. Eliza, was it?” Her cold molten eyes glanced down at her captive before turning back to the other two.
“I’ll give you a choice, little Ravens. Return where you came from quietly without resistance. I’m certain you know what the other option is. Of course I would like to avoid shooting either one of you, but that depends on what you decide to do now.”
James stood with the wrong end of his pistol aimed in their direction, his eyes narrowed and callous. “Do I have to shoot one of you to make you understand?” Any warmth or concern that had been there was now gone, replaced with a chilliness that could not be derived from living a simple, mundane life. The small alliance between them had ended.
There was no way out of this situation. She would not be able to fight while protecting a wounded Sybil, nor would she be able to win against Margaret and James together when she had nothing with her and a hostage to worry about. One wrong step and she would get her friends killed, or fatally wounded. It was too loud and too noisy everywhere for someone to hear a killing gunshot, and this wasn’t the first time she had encountered those darkened eyes of the two Crestles. To stay any longer would mean to be moping around with disgrace.
A sharp whip-like sound shot off, leaving Lenore lightly touching her cheek. When she pulled her hand away, she could see that it was dipped in red, and James’s eyes watching her behind the end of the gun where a wisp of smoke trailed up into the air.
He shot again, and this time if Lenore had not stepped out of the way in time, her consciousness would have been gone for good. “If it helps, Ellison, we’re not taking her to execute her,” he said calmly, his gaze unwavering. “She’ll be untouched as long as everyone else cooperates.”
After a long, long, long pause, Lenore finally took a step back with a short glance in Eliza’s direction. We’ll come back for you. I promise. She helped Sybil so that her companion could lean against her, though she was silent. She felt her other cheek drip with the same thick scarlet substance where the bullet had grazed past her skin. “I’m sorry.”
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The blank eyes of the man slowly turned to face Will, his expression entirely unchanging. It was as if he had just realised that there were others surrounding himself and Morgan. Contrary to his surprisingly soft voice, his tone was dismissive and bored when he spoke. It was as if he were waving the fallen prince off, uninterested and aloof. “That is none of your business.”
His gaze returned back to Morgan. The man’s relaxed posture had not changed. “I think that you understand this situation, Seymour. Follow me, and she will be left unharmed. That much I can promise for your two companions as well. On the other hand… I assume that you already know what resistance means.”
“Will, it’s all right.” Pulling himself up so that he was standing with his weight pressed rather awkwardly on one leg and his hand on his throbbing side, he focused his eyes on Will. Things probably were not okay in his mind. And they weren’t okay in Morgan’s own mind, either. But there was no other way around the situation - not now.
Wolfgang could have commanded an attack against all three of them here if he wished to by this point in time. There were so many Crestles here - it was swarming with their sleek and lean silhouettes. It was a wonder why he had not done so. It goes against his orders, that’s why. “I’ll go with him.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 26, 2017 20:00:29 GMT -5
[ Must have been Abnormal week...week idk ] [ I'll get a post up as soon as I can, but you guys can skip me for tonight ~ been studying my butt off for my business class and yet it still sounds like the same junk] [ Even though Bill was just a old man, I believed that Bill could save the world I heard about that too! It's about time Bill came back the true reason why I enjoyed science ]
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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 26, 2017 21:59:03 GMT -5
《 Sorry, I can't get a reply up tonight :c But I was actually wondering if we should have a short skip? There's not much else we can do with this little bit til they get back to La Selina/the Crestles' place respectively and then it's all going to be emotions and revenge and stuff 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 27, 2017 5:21:26 GMT -5
( take your time guys really we have a lot of abnormal weeks with tests and hw and too many things
business class? uh oh that sounds intimidating
bill was the best for science - without him i probably would've just flunked my class in middle school i think a skip would work ! sounds wonderful cx )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 27, 2017 16:34:24 GMT -5
[ I think a skip would be good too~! Should we skip ahead to sometime after everyone gets back to the La Selina? And Morgan and Eliza are at the Crestels? I smell emotions and Revenge on the horizon] [ not as interesting as it sounds, it's like digging screwdrivers into my brain ]
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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 27, 2017 20:52:36 GMT -5
《 Yeah, that sounds good
Oh my. Business class. Sounds fun.
I'm super tired for no particular reason halp 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 27, 2017 23:19:10 GMT -5
( sounds good ~ yes revenge and darkness
that sounds very painful
me too... let's all go become bears and hibernate )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Feb 28, 2017 15:19:05 GMT -5
[ Do you guys wants me to start it off? I don't mind~ ] [ y'all need new batteries but I won't stop you from becoming bears ]
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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 28, 2017 20:25:47 GMT -5
《 That would be lovely, Bee
Y'know, I wouldn't even mind being a bear. Bears are cool 》
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