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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 1, 2017 17:57:16 GMT -5
[ bears are pretty nifty, get to sleep all winter ] [ it's a bit messy but it's alright I think idk ]
Let's just say the ride home wasn't exactly the way Remus had planned. It was far from what he wanted it.
Bad news first, this little three man play turned into a duet when Morgan agreed to leave with Pale string bean McGee back there. He either set off a chain reaction waiting to blow sky high or he just defused a bomb that could have ended them all in a snap. Will was already tense from that short statement of 'the girl' which Remus highly doubted was who he was thinking of. There was no way the girls would risk this mission, this whole game just to prove a silly little point. Although, Remus couldn't help but feel his gut tug at the thought of one of the girls being tossed into this fray...not to mention the little spark of annoyance that would follow suit with a wave of rage. They were down one team member, he couldn't afford to have everyone in his gang act like a bunch of hoodlums just because they get upset. Remus was already gonna have to make plans to get the lad back, he didn't need to worry about two of them being swamped out.
Anyway, upon arriving back to the La Selina the first thing he did was send those damn papers away, storming through the doors and shoving them into the first Raven he saw that tried to greet them on a job well done. He didn't care what was on them, nor did he want to waste time in turning them over an examining them. He was pretty sure they weren't meant to be read by his eyes, not worth taking the risk. Little did Remus know that shortly BEFORE he arrived with William, a certain duo was already back as well.
Sybil was a fit of rage and pain, having to walk away from Eliza like that and basically give in was not something she was use to. She was use to fighting to the end goal and making it back with everyone in somewhat working condition. And yet her and Lenore...they had to walk away. Well Lenore walked and Sybil somewhat limped and stumbled around. Her side had exploded into pain shortly after acquiring a carriage, the wound thankfully didn't open back up but even glancing at it she could tell there would be bruising. Whatever, she didn't really care about herself at that moment. She could only think about getting Eliza back and shoving her fist in that lady's face and then that James guy. How would she get there though? How would she explain to Remus that the three of them DISOBEYED his actions to go and try and protect them like the guys were the fragile bunch? She knew Remus was soft on the group sometimes but he was still their second in command. When he hears about this, there won't be no buddy system to rely on. There will only be the anger of Remus Hawkins baring down on them.
And Will.
She couldn't picture how upset he would be...and for some reason it frightened her to think of how he would react. In the time she's known Will she's only seen his stupid, goofy Rockshire self...she's never seen him angry...or sad for that matter. She's seen him barf all over the floor but never angry. How would he react?....Would he be stupid and go right after her without Remus? Will would be on his own if he did that, he would need the support of the Ravens. Would he blame someone? The Crestels? Lenore? Remus? Lenore and herself? For some reason that thought unsettled her even more to have the man upset with them...with her...getting himself in danger. It's gonna be fine...we're gonna get her back. She thought over and over. They would. They had to. Sybil was pretty sure they had arrived before Remus at that time, taking the back way in just to avoid the attention, of course she couldn't turn a corner without some Raven standing there gabbing on about something. It's always during the day that these guys seem to gossip and chitchat. Sybil didn't care much though, she was more focused on getting to the infirmary.
Of course there was no such thing as hiding in the Ravens but it was a good idea. Remus didn't waste time in trying to get things rolling again, trying to understand what the hell was happening and how to deal with this. He had to send letters, he had to find out who the string bean who stole Morgan was and then promptly place a bullet in the mans eye socket. All business now, no time for play. He didn't know who took Morgan, nor did he really care. Taking Morgan was unnecessary to the job at hand, so either this was just a trick to get the Ravens riled up or this was for personal gain that Remus had zero patience for. He was done trying to be Mr. Nice guy, the man that could wait forever for just one detail to fall into place. "I need someone to fetch me paper and a pen, and also someone notify Sir Bell we're cashing in on a favor..." Remus said, snapping his fingers once or twice when some of the Ravens just openly stared at the men. He wasn't going to be telling stories tonight. Not until Morgan was back under his roof and getting slapped silly. "Mr. Hawkins, Mr um...Gansey" One of the ravens perked up, trying to grapple with what was happening.
"What? Make it quick I need things to do" Remus muttered, completely tuned out from the Raven and more focused on unbuttoning the coat around his body and trying to tug free the scarf wrapped around his neck. "I was..." The Raven only frowned, tossing the slightest glance towards upwards like he was making a silent pray. "I was just wondering if you will be wanting to speak to the others about how their own job went" He began, making the scarlet haired Raven freeze.
"What others?..." He began, his eyes dragging upwards. "The other three...I was told they were...also sent out...Franklin told me that one of the carriages were taken out today and headed toward the Palace I only assumed-" He began, the young raven trying to cover up whatever mistake had transpired but the look in Remus's eyes only harden. "I didn't give anyone else permission to go there, I was strict on tell all of you that NO ONE is to leave here. It was an order" He said, biting out the words as his attention turned 180 to the younger Raven. He gave no one permission to follow them to the palace, he had made an announcement that today they were all to be kept here. How was it...that it seemed NO ONE LISTENED TO HIM anymore?! He felt that gut feelings rise to his throat, something mixed between the urge to scream or just sigh tugged at the strings of his vocal cords.
"I just assumed sir, it was Lenore, Sybil and Miss Gansey. I just-...thought they were....given special permission...a few Ravens saw them...leaving" The boy shrunk back slightly, like he was suddenly realizing how bad this seemed to sound. That if Remus didn't authorize this sort of action then...the girl that String bean was talking about could have been...
Remus felt his shoulders square up, his eyes dart toward the back and then to the boy. "How many came back?" He asked, the tone different and stone cold.
"....Two...."
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 4, 2017 7:44:07 GMT -5
look for the bare necessities
hey guys, i'm so sorry for not being able to come on very often ;; i'm typing up a reply right now !! and it looks awesome as ever bee don't worry ~ )
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Mar 4, 2017 8:50:56 GMT -5
《 ayyye same here I've been busy & without internet a lot this week and now I'm trying to catch up on everything Your reply is great as usual Bee; hopefully I'll have a chance to reply today... How are you guys doing? I hope y'all aren't drowning in your arts 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 4, 2017 9:52:00 GMT -5
( i wish all of us weren't so busy T.T it's only been a few days but i missed u guys ! uh oh that doesn't sound like a lot of fun D: && you take all the time you need for a reply don't worry ! i'm still really really caught up with art - i only have a few more weeks until the deadline for both ap art classes and i still have a lot of things left to do ;o; i think i'm going okay though ! hopefully after all of this all ap art students can get some sleep how are you two doing?? )
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 4, 2017 10:03:50 GMT -5
M o r g a n
They were kept in a room. Separately, of course. One where they had no means of escape for the door was locked and the glistening windows were high above the moist street ground from the rain. The rooms were surprisingly pleasant enough, however, sharply contrasting the weather outside. They weren’t the oozing cells that would come to mind when the word ‘prisoner’ was mentioned but rather a luxurious space with curling wooden shelves and dark velvet curtains. Specks of silver and gold even littered the artefacts within the room. Despite this, it still felt heavy and tight, like a dull iron cage.
Glancing down at his gloved hands, Morgan drew in a long breath and sighed. He glanced a little to the side and saw a tired-eyed and pale-haired individual who winced at his own small movement. Was his side bruised from that sharp fall off the galloping horse? The mirror with its smooth border hadn’t changed, and the simple yet extravagant decorations proudly lingered as well, and the bed was made the same way as the image in his memory showed him. Not too much had changed even after all these years. In fact, he was the only object in the room that had.
He rose from the edge of the bed, which was now a map of wrinkles, when he heard the click of the door. James stepped in with his hand resting on his thin waist and his eyebrows pulled together with his lips curled in an oddly easygoing frown. He looked much different from his past self - his once round, naive eyes were sharpened into those of a hawk’s, and he carried himself with a keenness that could not be followed, less one was confident in themselves and their capabilities.
“Margaret is asking for you,” he said, leaning his weight on his right leg with his thumb indicating the dark corridors outside.
“I see that you’ve grown a little taller.”
Emitting a snort, James tilted his head a little without glancing back. “Sorry, kid. Not gonna work.” He did, however, bristle a little when he spotted the ‘innocent’ curve of Morgan’s lips. “I wasn’t trying to do anything, honestly.” The smallest hint of a smile faded from his lips soon afterwards, though. “Where’s Eliza?”
“She’s in one of the guest rooms, just like you.” Upon noticing Morgan’s expression, James only shrugged his shoulders as if to brush his concern off for the graceful Raven. “You don’t have to give me that kind of look, Seymour. She’s completely fine.”
Which probably means that she doesn’t know that I’m here. The thought came so naturally and quite quickly after the man’s words. It made his head hurt a little, and he felt his jaws tighten just a bit. How would he explain all of this? Even he wasn’t entirely certain of why he had been forcefully taken back, especially during a mission that could have revealed them all.
More importantly, how would she be able to get out of this mess unscathed?
Also… Remus was probably doing anything and everything he could to bring them back. The thought made his spine crawl with guilt. Now that he thought about it, how had they managed to grab Eliza?
Closing off the questions and guilt-heavy thoughts that sparked in his mind, he walked down the dimly lit hallway. He didn’t have to turn around and look to see that James was not following. That was how little power he had right now within these walls.
L e n o r e
It wasn’t uncommon for someone to regret something they’d done. One stupid mistake could lead to a myriad of different results. Either those rare times when an individual found themselves happy with the decision they made due to the following “happy accident”… or the more common “I wish I had a rewind button” circumstance. Lenore was leaning a little too much towards the latter. Why had she resisted taking care of the poker chips?
Closing her eyes, the dark-haired Raven exhaled a long, silent breath. If only she’d listened to their second in command. If only she’d kept what she’d said when she’d left that door with her two companions about remaining still within La Selina. More than the ‘fragile’ comment that Remus had given at the time, she found herself subtly bemused at the fact that (now that she thought about it) it had been her supreme worry for them that had propelled her to move instead of following orders, like she had further back in the past with Irving’s hand. The man had been nothing but a conductor, waving his hand around as if wielding a baton. Everyone had to follow that tip that deftly swirled in the air. But that little worry of yours hasn’t done any good, has it? A familiar whisper fleered, cheering louder and louder with each passing second. No. It hasn't. The thought stung. It had resulted in Eliza’s disappearance and had only hurt Sybil further. It was undoubtedly going to cause more frustration for Remus, upset Morgan, and she couldn’t even think of a word that would describe the state Will would probably be in.
‘If only’s would not bring Eliza back, and yet Lenore could not help but let those whispers chatter on.
There was a strange, uncomfortable feeling that twisted in her stomach. It was something that she rarely had felt before, considering the fact that there had been no time or no space for any one of them to understand much about themselves. It was terribly heavy, and the dark-haired Raven found herself tightening her jaws as a result. Maybe it was as the old man had said. Maybe they were better off as those hollowly smiling shells who roamed the dreadful, busy streets with a knife tucked within their sleeves.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 5, 2017 0:23:27 GMT -5
[ It's alright guys, I agree I wish we weren't all so busy. oh noes :c ] [ I've missed y'all too, like it feels longer then a few days ] [ I bet you'll be okay with those art stuff Misc, hang in there. And I hope you can finally sleep when it's all done too, much needed sleep ] [ I've been okay, trying to finish up this weeks set of assignments before spring break. I hope all of us thou can get to a point where things aren't so clustered ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Mar 6, 2017 21:52:32 GMT -5
《 Eep sorry for my absence, guys. I'm replying now, but it's probably gonna be short.
& Misc; your formatting on that last post was super pretty. For some reason it turned into a weird skinny column on mobile, but pretty all the same 》
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Mar 6, 2017 22:54:34 GMT -5
Eliza had been expecting a cold, dirty cell - if she ever made it to a cell. She'd expected iron cuffs to shackle her in place, although she still hadn't the slightest clue what the Crestles might want her for. Why they had wanted her specifically, and not Lenore or Sybil. If it was to get some sort of revenge on the Ravens - for they were certainly the least popular group in London, at the moment - then either of them would surely be of more leverage, having been Ravens for longer than she had. Eliza wasn't even officially a Raven, as far as she was concerned. Regardless of all that, she had been expecting to be treated like a prisoner. Not… This.
The room was pleasant, not at all like a cell. Light still poured through the windows, where rich velvet curtains hung. The furniture was plush, almost decadent, and it was all together about twice the size of the room back at La Selina that she shared with Edith. She was still wearing her fine green dress and party clothes, and together she seemed to fit the room. This was what she might once have seen everyday, this level of finery. Once she might have given anything to have it back - not the riches, but the stability. Now it only felt false.
Just because it was pretty didn't make it any less of a cage. Nor did it take away the set of shackles that bound her wrists - that was the one thing that fit her expectations.
Eliza stared at the door, waiting for anyone to appear at the door. She could hardly stand this; she wanted answers. Now.
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A sense of uneasiness had trailed Will all the way back to La Selina. How could it not? They'd allowed Morgan to be taken. He'd walked away - well, driven away, anyway. He should have fought, struggled, done something to try and save the other man. But they'd left him there.
Will didn't even bother changing out of that blasted guard’s uniform before ambling down the hall towards the infirmary. He was a mess - his curly hair sticking up at all angles due to his anxious combing - and felt a little like a dead man walking, but was overall uninjured. He didn't need to be tended to, but he figured someone ought to tell Benny what had happened at the party. Or rather, Will felt the awful need to relay it to somebody, and the truth was that he didn't have all that many friends here to whom he might tell it. Normally he'd pick Eliza, but he couldn't yet stomach the idea of telling her they'd lost Morgan. Of course they would get him back, but it wouldn't change what had already happened.
His plan stalled when he spotted a certain blonde already there and… his eyes widened at the sight of blood. “Oh, goodness. What on Earth did you do?” He questioned, leaping forward to help her to one of the beds. He looped an arm around Sybil’s shoulders loosely, guiding her towards her usual cot. His eyes skimmed the room, searching. Where was Benny when you needed him? He looked back at Sybil, brows knit with honest concern. “You didn't pick a fight, did-”
He trailed off as he finally noticed what she was wearing. He looked her up and down, the surprise on his face evident. He straightened. Will opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it, and again, like a fish. He cleared his throat awkwardly, ignoring the faint heat he felt flare in his cheeks. “You're wearing a dress.” He stated, the same way one might state that it was raining cats and dogs.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 7, 2017 8:30:14 GMT -5
[ Misc, become a format designer it's your destiny ]
Speak of the devil
Sybil felt her heart leap up to her throat at the sound of Will's voice, thinking for a split second if she should scramble away and jump out the nearest window. Her side though was the winner of that argument in her head. She opened her mouth to actually argue really, to tell him that she could make it over there by herself but let's be honest again. She probably would topple over on the floor after taking a few steps by herself. So she let him help her, her eyes darting down as he began to speak. What on earth did she do? She let his sister get napped by some freaking Crestels that's what, and before that she got tackled by some guard and possibly making her side wound worse then it already was. She was lucky it didn't split open on impact, that would have been worse.
Sybil did however look up when he seemed to have stopped his sentence, raising her eyes to his half expecting to hear the rest of his sentence. But it never came out, instead she was met with the face of some flushed Will. He seemed to have stopped moving altogether, just a few paces away from the bed that was right there begging Sybil to climb in and whine for Benny to come in and fix her. Yes I am indeed wearing a dress, boy your observant was what she wanted to say. But in light of the situation, she couldn't even come up with a witty remark about it. She let those words die on her tongue and instead looked down at the ground. "Erm...yes I am..." She said softly. "You've seen me in a dress before" She pointed out, not sure why his reaction was the way it was. Had he forgotten that at Lady Rebecca's party she wore a dress? The big red one she promptly gave to one of the other girls? She pushed off of Will just so she could stumble over to the bed and no longer have to put any more weight on her wound then she had to.
But she wasn't alone with Will for long thank goodness, nor did she have to whine for Benny for that long either considering that the big bear of a man came barreling in through the door like some mad bull. But it was hard to tell if he was upset or not, his face was all red but that beard covered up a lot of his face so it was hard to tell. Trailing after Benny though was Remus, whose eyes only skipped over to Sybil with a expression that told something of calm anger. Simmering and cooking beneath that layer of ice. "Sybil Katrina Rye I swear, if you weren't already hurt I would have beaten you myself ten times over" He grumbled, ignoring the obvious stare of Remus behind his back. "Look at yourself! What is that?!" Benny dragged a stool from the side of a bed over to Sybil's side, his rough fingers gently turning her head to inspect the bruise on her jaw. "Did you think you could just jump back into the fray of it after a month?! And here I am, worrying my socks off only to hear of you limping back to the infirmary like some wounded mutt?" Benny scolded the young girl, who avoided their eyes as best she could.
"Yes...like a dog disobeying it's master after being told to sit" Remus said from the doorway, his eyes skipping over the flustered Will and to the only other Raven in the room ( I'm guessing Lenore's in the infirmary? Idk I can change it if she isn't ), letting his eyes linger for a moment longer before looking back over to Benny. "How badly does it hurt?" Benny asked as he turned his attention to her side, looking for maybe a blood spot or something. "Not so bad-ah!" Sybil jerked when he pressed two fingers against the edge of the where the wound was, letting out a hefty sigh. "Right, not so bad. Obviously you can do bloody jumping jacks and flip around" He muttered. "Why not let her? Maybe then she would learn to stay in bed and listen for a change"
"You know what I don't need the peanut gallery telling me the obvious" Sybil snapped at Remus. "Clearly you do, cause it seems like your brain isn't doing much thinking in there for what has happened" Remus snapped right back at the girl, who only looked away. "What? Don't want to share what I mean? With all of us?" Remus pressed on, making Sybil turn her eyes toward the wall while forcing her mouth to stay shut. For it wasn't the frustration of Remus's attitude that got her mouth to stay glued shut, no he had every right to be upset. It was the fear of not knowing how to explain that Eliza was taken, even though she was sure Remus knew that too. "Why don't you go and tell everyone your story of dress up with Morgan or something?" She grumbled, noticing how Remus seemed to flinch back at that. "I can't..." He responded, causing Sybil's head to turn back. "What do you mean?"
"Morgan was..." Remus paused for a moment. "...Morgan is with a different party at the moment...thanks to a small hiccup" He said. "What do you mean by that?!" Sybil demanded, her own fear that she ha been harboring for Eliza seemed to grow in the sense that Morgan wasn't here with them? "Morgan's not here?!" She...she didn't know what to think of that. Morgan was like a big brother to her, and to find out that he's been...what did he get taken who knows. All that was given was that he wasn't here with them. A firm hand kept Sybil from moving too much, Benny having fallen silent during the exchange. "Yes...Morgan's not here with us...which means...2 of our ravens are missing" He said. He glanced up to see the expression Sybil wore, a frown with worried eyes while trying to make sense of the situation in her head. "Erm...maybe this discussion can wait until after I have looked at Sybil's wound...or maybe continue elsewhere" Benny added after a moment, having to seem to stop his look over of Sybil to address the others.
"Of course, right" Remus said, but it wasn't a "Oh yes of course, I'm so sorry and worried" kind of tone it was more like a "Right whatever, I'm upset and I'm gonna be upset" kind of snarky tone. "Maybe I can get the full story of your little adventure then"
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 8, 2017 8:31:14 GMT -5
( i know it really does feel longer than a few days ;; thank you bee... i hope so too. and i hope you hang on with all those assignments too - man they're the worst when you have them before spring break
y'all get plenty of rest and take time with your replies - no need to hurry
&& whoa thank you guys haha
i'll try to get a reply up soon ! )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 8, 2017 20:22:01 GMT -5
[ It's really long days I tell ya ] [ We all need a kitty poster of 'Hang in there' ] [ Same to you Misc no hurries, take your time~ ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 12, 2017 23:25:32 GMT -5
( guys i'm still here don't worry (and i'm sorry for the horrible delay) i'll try to find the time to reply hopefully soon ;; the teachers suddenly decided to give us a whole bunch of projects and tests now that spring break is close :c really sorry for the delay ;; )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 14, 2017 21:00:08 GMT -5
[ It's fine Misc, no need to worry! Take all your time, I understand the feeling of tight deadlines before a much needed break. ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Mar 18, 2017 21:29:16 GMT -5
《 No worries. Take all the time you need; school work/real life onligations come first!
That being said, how are you guys doing these days? 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 21, 2017 7:48:52 GMT -5
( thank you guys really - it means a lot ;v; i think i’m doing okay! there’s been the whole “president stepping down” issue over here so i imagine that it’ll become noisy soon enough with new upcoming elections. how about you guys? are you guys reading any interesting books lately? any new cool shows or upcoming travels? c: )
Ah, well this is just great, thought James as he sauntered down the endless hallway with his gloved hand raking through his own hair. Nothing was necessarily wrong, but the arrival of the two Ravens meant more work for them. Or, rather, more work for him. He was certain that Margaret was going to leave him in charge of them, which would mean that he would have to keep an eye out for any potential trouble they’d cause. The thought made him almost subtly irritated, though it was swept away with a small sigh.
The last time he’d seen Morgan, the youth had been much smaller with a round face and an oblivious smile that most children seemed to wear when they were unaware of their surroundings just yet. Now the Raven was a lean, young man with dark, focused eyes that seemed to sweep over everything in front of himself. To James, the pale hair, skin, and that quiet look in those calm antique gem-like eyes only made the younger individual appear disturbingly unearthly.
Tilting his head to the side with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he knocked on the door to the other Raven’s room. Her name was Eliza, wasn’t it? Interesting girl, she was. She’d suddenly appeared without a word into the underground world and had made a name for herself with her participation in several of the events with the Ravens. He doubted that the Ravens would have just simply let an outsider get involved in a brawl right off the bat, though. Perhaps they had some connections with her before. Either way, it didn’t matter - she was here, and for some odd enough reason she’d been enough for Morgan to drop everything and willingly return to the home he’d despised so much.
The thought made a small spark of curiosity form in his head. She hadn’t flinched even with Margaret’s weapon against her throat, and she’d been calm when she’d proposed leaving the other two Ravens behind in exchange for her accomplice. What a strange individual, he found himself musing again to himself.
“Hello there, young miss,” he said with a small quirk of his eyebrow. Right, the shackles. He almost clucked his tongue in distaste. That wasn’t something anyone should be wearing, now, was it? But, well, rules were rules and actors were actors. The prisoner was a prisoner, and the job of a captor was to not let their hostages escape.
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For most of the time Lenore’s expression never quite changed as she listened to the conversation that happened around her after Will’s additional assistance, though in the end he’d been the one who’d guided her towards her cot and had helped Sybil (which was good - honestly she wasn’t certain whether if she could help Sybil, let alone directly look into her eyes at the moment from the piling guilt). She was certain that the strength in her hands would give out if she tried to give her support to anyone, and seeing the familiar eyes of Will only brought the thought of Eliza back to her throbbing head. Her jaws tightened a little as her heart sank again.
Eliza should have been the one here with Will and Sybil and Remus and Morgan.
Her dark eyes flickered over to rest on the windows, where little light seeped in, when she heard of Morgan’s disappearance. So… he’s missing, too. There was a strange sense of calm that surpassed any surprise or anger that could have been stirring within herself. Or perhaps it was because she wasn’t certain of what to feel - or what she was feeling.
A speck of uncertainty grasped in her mind and ror now, she let that uncertainty suppress the will to charge out of the door and strangle out a solution from her head. There was nothing she could do for now without dragging someone into the mess. Facing the Crestles (and whatever had caused Morgan’s disappearance) alone would undoubtedly be what they wanted from any Raven. In a way, something told her that this was another trap - a little game for them to see who would come strolling into their grasp. For now… she’d have to wait and seek out an opportunity.
I’m sorry for all the nuisance. I’m willing to do anything to bring Eliza back.
Taking a few steps away from the bunch, the Raven slipped out of the infirmary without another word, after letting her gaze linger on the other four Ravens. It was not the best course of action - she understood that. If Eliza was here, something told her that the graceful girl would have been able to say something reassuring. She was a kind individual - of course that didn’t mean that she was naive, but she seemed to have that calming aura about her that influenced others one way or another.
Back when Lenore had still worked underneath Irving’s care, situations like these had only required cold, indifferent silence. But these people… they were different. And she had no idea how to convey the hundred things she had to say. Sybil, please get better soon. I’m sorry for everything that happened today. Will, I don’t know how I’m going to face you after this. I can’t apologise enough. And Remus I-
Rubbing the back of her neck, she shook her head to the side as she trudged through the long corridors of La Selina. It was strange - since when had caring about others been so much more difficult than being a villain?
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 22, 2017 14:52:51 GMT -5
[ still alive...for now idk how I survived [ I wish we could have a new president geezus I'm happy you're doing okay Misc~! Bought time you gotta break even if it's a small one ] Tbh I've been having a pretty rough week(s) concerning my personal life at home plus having some trouble with my friend and then having that affect my own learning :/ But hopefully this trip I'm taking this weekend will make things better hopefully. ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Mar 22, 2017 21:42:34 GMT -5
《 oh my, I hope things sort themselves out. For both of you. I've been okay, relatively. The past few days have been exhausting between school and then super long track practices and now I'm about to pick up more sports because I have a knack for bad decisions and then there's of course the internet. Trying to keep up with everything online... heveubzf. But I'm pretty good. Problems of being a Slytherin 101: wanting to be take on as much as possible just because you can. Or, more accurately, think you can. I'm planning on getting something up tomorrow. I was hoping tonight, but homework kind of ate up my time.
Both of you; get rest! Take breaks - or at least, give yourself a breather every once and a while. Anyway, I really hope things work out alright 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 24, 2017 19:18:31 GMT -5
( that really does sound rough… home problems and friend problems together are bad enough separately but put together… man. i hope everything works out okay and things will get better for you. try and enjoy yourself over the weekend :c i’ll be hoping that that trip is a damn good one (then again i shall always be hoping that you guys have a good trip whenever you do have one) stay strong bee!
i’m really glad to hear that you’re doing good, ult - but that sounds tough too. i can never get around doing a ton of sports i can barely get past walking up the millions and millions of stairs we have in this school bleugh catching up with the internet takes a lot of energy haha i have a few slytherin people around me so i think i can understand what you mean cx
&& don’t worry about time the both of you - problems and school and hw and projects and all of that comes first so take all the time you need and don’t worry about getting something up quickly c:
and yup i agree - the both of you make sure to take breaks as much as possible and get as much rest as you can, ya know? sleep when you have to sleep, grab a glass of water, anything to chill even if it’s for a lil bit <3 )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 26, 2017 16:30:08 GMT -5
[ Thanks guys (: the trip I took this weekend was actually really nice, it was a good break from everything going on in my life and getting out of that slump. I hope you guys get breaks too though! Don't strain yourselves. Take naps, watch some videos and just be lazy when you need it ] [ don't worry about getting stuff up quickly says misc as I rush to get three assignments done in one day ] [ Ult you're so active I swear to the lord I can barely touch my toes ] [ Lol staying true to your house ult lol ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 26, 2017 17:23:52 GMT -5
( Ayyy that's a huge huge relief to hear uwu I'm super glad that the trip was a time or you to take a break from life jazz. Also you too bee, you too - be lazy when you need it
relatable very relatable haha Speaking of houses if you don't mind me asking which one are you from bee? o.o )
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Mar 26, 2017 21:42:04 GMT -5
《 Glad to hear it, Bee!
Ehh, the end of my week took a bit of a rough turn. That's why this took a little longer than planned; I would've liked to write more, but I have to get up early tomorrow and I didn't want to delay anymore 》
Will coughed, directing his attention at the ceiling, the walls, the floor - anywhere but Sybil herself. “Of course I remember,” he mumbled, still oddly flustered. Unnerved might be the more accurate word, really. Of course he remembered her at the party - he'd asked her to dance, and he'd figured out how much fun it was to bug her. He also remembered the beating he received from the Dragons, and the second from the Rocks shortly after. He still didn't regret it for a second. But she'd made it very clear that night she hated the dress and… he'd grown used to her in pants. It was weird to see her in something so… feminine. Blood and bruises aside, she looked very pretty, and not much at all like how he'd come to think of Sybil. “But I thought you despised dresses.”
Thankfully he was saved from further embarrassment by the entrance of Benny, who effectively brushed him away - Will stepped back so as to be out of the way. The last thing he wanted was to be on the receiving end of one of Benny’s lectures when someone impeded his work - much like Sybil was getting at the moment. Weirdly though, he itched to linger closer, carefully oversee Benny’s work. Which was stupid, because Benny was perfectly competent at his job.
Behind him, in the doorway, was Remus, reminding Will all too keenly of the negative turn the job had taken. The red-haired man seemed awfully angry about something, undoubtedly Morgan's disappearance and now Sybil’s injury. How had that even happened? Knowing Sybil, he figured she must have gotten into a fight.
A moment later, Will wasn't all too sure of anything. Their conversation had him entirely lost - it seemed everyone here knew something he didn't. Except maybe for Benny, but the big bearded man seemed far more concerned with treating Sybil than the politics of everything.
And then…
Will’s head snapped up. “Two Ravens missing?” He echoed, looking back and forth between Remus and Sybil. His brow was deeply furrowed. Of course he knew of Morgan's absence, but who was the second? “What are you talking about? Who else is missing?”
He gaze paused on Sybil, and then his heart stuttered in a moment of dread. Sybil was here, and so was… he blinked, surprised that he hadn't even noticed Lenore slip out. But he had seen her. She, too, had been more dressed up than usual, though his mind had skipped over that fact when he'd noticed Sybil. Will’s mind flashed back to their argument with the girls not long ago, their sudden disappearance. He'd expected some basic form of retaliation, a rat in his bed or something similar. But what if… In which case, he'd seen only two thirds of that trio. His jaw tightened, and he looked between Remus and Sybil with the utmost of sobriety. “Where’s Eliza?” Will asked, his voice too quiet for such a boisterous person, too small. He felt small at the thought of it - just a washed up rich boy in a stolen guard’s uniform that didn't fit quite right.
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Finally, the door to the room they'd locked her up in opened.
Eliza lept to her feet, whirling to face whatever her captors had sent. She came face to face with the same man from the party - what was his name? If they'd mentioned it, it escaped her completely, much to her annoyance. What she did know was that she didn't like the looks of him. She bristled at his words. “I am most certainly not your young miss,” she spat. As far as she was concerned, she wasn't his anything. There was something about him that made her want to be very, very cautious, at the same time that she had a certain urge to rip him to shreds. Dear god, she really was spending far too long around ruffians and thugs, wasn't she?
Eliza reeled herself back in. Without control one was easy to manipulate. With composure, you could fake any card in your hand. That didn't mean she couldn't at least glare. With pursed lips, she spoke once again. “Why am I here?” She asked, straightforward. “You must want something from me. But I assure you, if it's information on the Black Ravens, I have no more than anyone to give.” Partially true, in multiple regards. She knew more than some of the newbies, sure, by some circumstances she'd befriended some of the more influential members of the gang. Her mind flickered involuntarily to a certain pale-haired individual. Had he learned of her disappearance yet? She brushed off the notion, for it was useless to wonder. If she did, she'd likely drive herself mad.
And then there was the possibility of it being something to do with her brother. People had undoubtedly made the connection by now that they were related, and god knows how many people in this city had it out for William Gansey. This place didn't look like it belonged to the Rockshires, but any gang was bound to have their issues with him. She wasn't sure how he survived it all at La Selina.
She needed to understand what was going on.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 27, 2017 20:50:16 GMT -5
[ Glad you asked. I'm more so towards Gryffindor if we get right to the skippy skip of things ( I took that pottermore quiz so much just to make sure ) ] [ Aww seems like we all had a rough week but at least it seems to be over with, hopefully. Let's hope this week will be better for everyone ]
Remus clenched his jaw, his eyes swiveled to Sybil as her gaze fell to Benny's hands which were paused right over her giant bruise on the side. "Eliza...is..."
"Gone. Isn't she? I have Ravens telling me that you, Lenore and Eliza chose to go 'out' today dressed in sun dresses much too fancy for a simple girls date" Remus interrupted, the look in Sybil's eyes almost steadied his frustration. She looked upset, to be honest. She looked frustrated, her eyes prickling slightly. Something that happens often when Sybil gets frustrated, she can't help it. If she can't punch something or exert that anger then she has no where else to let it go but in tears. But she seemed to be fighting back that urge, instead just keeping her eyes trained down like some beaten dog. "So now I have to worry about getting back two Ravens alive, and possibly ignite another skirmish between the Ravens and the opposing gangs" He went on.
"I suppose that it was all three of you that came up with this idea, because of a simple comment you couldn't brush off like adults. And now you've put someone in danger, that could have well been avoided" He let his voice come back down to level but keeping the steel in his voice so as not to give the impression he was any way calmed down completely. "Not to mention you could have been killed, again. If Benny wasn't so good with a needle you would have bleed out on the floor, alone. And if anyone were to find out that there was more then 3 Ravens there we would have been figured out. This whole operation would have been blown and our lives would be shattered." His eyes skimmed over her, watching her fidgeted some while Benny waited patiently for this to be over. He stayed quiet, looking at Sybil with a more sympathetic look rather then a angry one. "So I hope you're proud, hope you proved a real point here dear. Now how about you tell me who took Eliza uh? Or were you too busy trying to use the thing in your head called a brain for once"
Ouch. Sybil sighed softly before looking off to the side. "I...all I know is that...I think Lenore knew them. Some man named James and...I think the other was called Margret. Lenore...Knew them I think" She mumbled, finding it hard to even look up at anyone right now. She felt a tightness in her chest when Will spoke, and the words Remus said stung. When Remus gets upset, he doesn't care about relations any more, he turns into Remus Hawkins the Second hand in the Black Ravens. Not her friend who was like a brother. "Well at least it's something...more then I expected" He grumbled, before Benny finally cleared his throat. "Alright. I think this has gone on long enough. I need to check Sybil's wounds, if you need someone to ask more questions Remus, Will...then go to Lenore. Or rather start planning the rescue for Morgan and Eliza. Just...direct yourself to something else" Benny said, as a matter fact like. Remus only narrowed his eyes slightly, like he had more to say or rather spit out in angry hisses like some upset cat.
But Benny was right
He needed to work right away, he didn't have time to stand there and tell Sybil everything she did wrong. To be frank, Sybil couldn't shoulder all the burden with this. It was Lenore's fault as well, and Eliza. Just because the girl got kidnapped didn't mean she wasn't going to get punished. They would all be punished. He was done being soft, and this kind of disobedience would be met with a equal punishment. Remus simply turned away and let his feet take him to the next person he needed to talk to. If Lenore did know who had taken Eliza then he needed to know right away. He needed to know everything, no more secrets. No more. He needed everything right now, he was going to need people to come with to get Eliza and Morgan back...and for once Sybil won't be on that team. Nor would Lenore...or Morgan. Which only left a small group of people he would even let in this kind of situation first. Who that would be...Remus didn't know.
Which came to the idea to...do something he thought he would never do in his life. Ask for help...from the only other group that he knew would take his begging. Tang would do anything to have Remus in debt to the Dragons...not to mention he has the resources. But he couldn't risk it if Tang were to ask Remus to step out of the game for next month. He couldn't afford it.
How did things end up so bad after just a month of recovery? He felt his skull throb at the thought, an ache starting in his chest of just how much stress was bearing down right now. This was going to be a fight, a war. The Crestels had it coming of course...did they expect to kidnap two members and the Ravens to do nothing?
And the fact that Dante knew nothing of this...and the money to go into this, the supplies that would be pushed to this kind of rescue. If this rescue were to go wrong, if someone were to die. Hell what if Sybil had died on that mission for real, what if she had her stiches open up and...and what if the Crestels were to kill Eliza? He wouldn't be surprised. And what if...what if Lenore had been harmed severely...shot...stabbed or....
Push it back....I have Ravens to get free of their cages He thought to himself, caging up the thoughts running through his head
Sybil on the other hand could only listen to Remus's retreating footsteps, wanting to sink into the bed and pray it drowns her in cotton and stuffing. But it was the other man she was waiting on. She was waiting for something, for him to spit some kind of insult. Something that was deserving of her foolishness. She wanted to say that she would get her back, she would crawl to the doorsteps of the Crestels and force them to give back Eliza. She wanted to help she did but...Sybil would never survive in a mission like this. She would die this time around...like she almost did this one mission. Why didn't she just stay back...listen for once in her life instead of thinking that she's some sort of immortal being that can do anything.
Why doesn't she just listen?
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 29, 2017 4:46:38 GMT -5
( Eyyy a fellow Gryffindor haha How many pottermore accounts did you have to make Bee Oh no that's not good at all : ( Rough weeks are terrible... I hope that things get better for you, Ult. Hopefully everything turns out okay... don't worry about the length and hopefully you can get as much rest as you possibly can and stay safe!! If you need someone to talk to/rant/anything we'll be here for you c: Actually speaking of rough week I don't know what's gotten into me but I've been really really sick recently - I haven't been able to eat anything for three days with the exception of a popsicle ._. I'm typing up a reply right now but I'm really sorry if it happens to be posted slowly ;; Hopefully I'll get something up soon x~x )
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Mar 29, 2017 7:18:48 GMT -5
《 ooh Gryffindors, cool. I have... quite a few pottermore accounts. I've gotten Ravenclaw once and Slytherin at least three times so... Yeah I'm a Slytherin. And a Thunderbird for Ilvermorny.
Oh dear, Misc, please get some rest & don't worry too much about getting a reply up. Hopefully you get well soon c: 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 30, 2017 18:56:51 GMT -5
( eyy that's pretty cool c; i've actually never gotten anything else but gryffindor on any other random hp tests out there so i think that's enough for me. && hullo fellow Thunderbird
Gah thank you! I'm actually feeling much much better now and I'll be returning back to Korea tomorrow so I think everything will be okay c: I'm typing something up for Lenore right now but I just wanted to get something as soon as I could /cough/ just in case I fall asleep)
M o r g a n
But no one was there when the Raven entered the room.
Even with all the tapestries and delicately carved walls and the glimmering gold, the atmosphere - one that could have been filled with serene grace - felt so… heavy. The wall to his left was made entirely of windows, and outside, the night sky was a dark canopy with wisps of gray smothering the dim moon. On the table was a small key, the purpose of it a little too familiar with him by this point (though he was not certain of why it was there barely noticeable from all the books scattered about). Observing his surroundings, the Morgan narrowed his eyes. Hadn’t James informed him that Margaret wanted to see him?
Unless there was a different objective to this, he thought with a small jolt. He let his fingertips gently brush over the edge of a silver chair, which sat tucked behind a small table. She was never late to anything, especially to meetings such as these. What on Earth was going on? Even he did not have all the answers, except for perhaps one. The Crestles had a way with their property, and once they declared that something was theirs, they would make sure to keep it that way. He assumed that was the reason for why they wanted him back, anyway, and the reason for why Eliza was here - unless there was another purpose for why she had been brought in.
Heavens above, hopefully there wasn’t a different reason for her stay. If there was, it would make it that much more difficult to escape. It sounded impossible, being able to leave this place - but it had to work. Even if it meant that, as presumptuous as the thought could sound, he would have to remain here within these walls. At least Eliza would be able to leave. Maybe she’d be able to pull herself free from the underground society as well, where shadows seemed to cling to the feet of many, many individuals. It was admittedly a little disheartening to think that there was a chance he wouldn’t see her again depending on the following situations nor be able to keep that small statement about wandering around the city, but in all honesty, if she was happy wherever she was, he would be too. It was the same for everyone he knew. Remus, Sybil, Lenore, Will - yeah, if they were all right and satisfied with wherever they were he was definitely content enough with that knowledge.
Come on, Morgan, stop, he scolded himself as he walked towards the wall of windows while slipping the glove off of his one gnarly and scarred hand. It would benefit him to stop worrying about a future that had not even happened.
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“Unfortunately it isn’t really my job to tell you anything,” the man simply answered with a small shrug of his shoulders. “Not when your only job here is to cooperate.” He didn’t say much when he raked his hand through his hair and furrowed his eyebrows together yet again upon the sight of the shackles. Maybe they bothered him more than he wanted to admit. In a way they restricted one of the things he valued the most: freedom. It was… ironic, considering the organization he was working in and knowing the things that they did, but he was tied to the place as many were, enslaved to something regarded as debts since a very young age. Weren’t they all?
Besides, it didn’t seem like just anyone could escape the underground society whenever they wished - especially under the rules of the current leaders now. It was one massive mess if anyone asked him. The letters, the entire ordeal and promise of having the control of the underground be given to whoever surfaced as the winner.. wasn’t it all very odd? Unusual? He hadn’t bought a word of it, and he wasn’t entirely certain why the others were as well from this mysterious writer whose name they did not even know.
Cutting off his own thoughts, James swivelled around with his hand still tangled in his hair. It’s not my place to ask questions. “Come on, follow me,” he sighed. “I’ll get someone else to unlock that for you. Who knows, maybe you’ll be glad to meet him.”
He didn’t say much when he lead Eliza down the endless corridors that seemed to create a labyrinth of their own, and he didn’t even turn around once to face her. His gloved hands were kept in his pockets, and he walked at a respectable distance from her. Finally, after a long while of silence, he spoke. “Say, you should stay away from the Ravens, you know. Not just the Ravens... just... this entire mess once you get the chance. Of course, including this place as well," he spoke while gesturing the gloomy corridor arund them. Not that he really expected her to respond. He just didn’t like the weighty silence that always seemed to fill the hallways of the place. It was dreary, and he never really enjoyed depressing or eerie atmospheres. He was loyal to the Crestles for now, but that loyalty didn't stop him from speaking. "I don't know what kind of ties you've built with Morgan and the others but it'll only drag you down."
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Mar 30, 2017 21:40:44 GMT -5
[ Idk, I had to make sure that I was placed in the right house like for sure, sure. I've gotten a mix between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff but more so Gryffindor. ] [ Thunderbird party heyyyyy Gasp I'm glad you're feeling better! Get lots of sleep, like lots. Plan a whole week for sleep. Sleep Week ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Mar 31, 2017 12:18:37 GMT -5
( maybe I should take the test a few times too : p whoa we're all Thunderbirds?? we need a confetti ppls and cake and cookies cx aa thank you! ooh sleep week sounds fun... and restful... and awesome... and something we all need right now haha )
L e n o r e
Now that the frenzy had subsided to some degree and bullets were not singing past everyone’s shoulders, exhaustion took control of Lenore’s muscles, making them ache with heavy fatigue. There were to many things to think about now - too many decisions to make. Or perhaps there were none anymore. It was inevitable who they’d have to face soon (hopefully that person hadn’t been too harsh with Sybil). She could just picture her past self with a nefarious smirk at the notion of fearing something more than those that had been deliberately shaped, almost artificial in all of its horrific reality.
Massaging her temples, she leaned against the railings, then gently let her index finger run over her cheek, where the bullet had grazed past her from the shot that man had fired. It was absolutely nothing compared to what could have happened - or what actually had happened to the others. Sybil… hell, Sybil could have died. Her wounds could have split open with just a little more damage. So could have Will and Remus and Morgan and Eliza. They’d been captured, but something told her that their captors would not have gone through so much trouble trying to retrieve them just to swiftly kill them off when they could have easily done so already. At least, that definitely went for Margaret and James - what on Earth did they want? Chaos? War?
Biting her lower lip, Lenore only sighed. It was all plausible. The Crestles and the Ravens had been at each others’ throats for the longest time, starting from the difference of ideals and standards. But why war when it would wear both of them down? It just… didn’t seem to make sense, unless they saw a different value in doing so. Did they know of William and Eliza and how they were related? Was there something to gain from that? No, she supposed not. If they had, then they probably would have lured William in, not Morgan, assuming that their pale-haired companion was there with the Crestles. The gears in her head were clicking away, looking over every possible situation, every possible fact that they could have missed. Any hints that they could have overlooked.
Then the strangest idea hit her: what if the Crestles did not want war, but… an alliance? It was the most absurd, stupid, foolish idea that had come into her head (apart from the one of slipping out of La Selina - that was the most absurd, stupid, and foolish of them all), but… perhaps there was a possibility for this. Why? For what reason though?
Think about it, Lenore. If they had truly wanted war, would they have ordered James and Margaret to only kill or take necessary people? Wouldn’t they have shot everyone there and then, given the fact that it was a closed space and they were two of the most armed individuals within the impenetrable castle? Wouldn’t that have been easier and more convenient for them?
Or maybe… maybe this entire skirmish had begun over a misunderstanding? What if someone was setting something up for both the Crestles and the Ravens? What if this was a way to destroy both gangs at once? A way to knock two birds out of the sky with one stone? Again, it was possible. The Purple Dragons, Rockshires, Ravens, and Crestles were four of the most well-known gangs throughout the entire underground society. Getting rid of them would benefit too many in the shadows who were greedily waiting for an opportunity to rise to power.
I’m over-thinking again without any proof. Head spinning and eyes flickering, the Raven only rested her forehead on her forearm.
In any case, the least she could do now was to go and meet him - tell him as much as she could and also explain why the three of them had gone. He could loathe her all he wanted, and it wouldn’t surprise her if he did, but the one thing she couldn’t seem to stand was the thought of leaving a misunderstanding. For all he knew, they’d deliberately left because of the little comment he’d made about their delicacy - and that wasn’t really the whole story. The full reason. The word ‘delicate’ was a very kind way to describe someone, if not only just a little mildly degrading.
It didn’t seem fair to make him search for her. So, after taking in a small shaky breath, Lenore started to walk. He was probably still around the infirmary - perhaps not inside but near enough.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 2, 2017 20:54:23 GMT -5
[ I'm pretty sure the whole world needs a great bit nap week. ] [ Thunderbirds flock together, birds of a feather. ] [ guys I've been on a sudden Hamilton kick and it's slowly taking over and idk whyyyy ] [ I'll get a post up in a few, I've had a lazy day and stayed up until 2 am on Saturday because of drawing c: ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 2, 2017 21:25:59 GMT -5
《 Hey, sorry guys, I keep wanting to write this reply and then get swept up in something else. Working on it right now but it likely won't be up til tomorrow night... but I think some other characters might make a reappearace 》
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 2, 2017 22:09:41 GMT -5
《 Eliza (& friends?) Tomorrow 》
Eliza is…
Eliza was gone.
Will had gone very, very pale. He squeezed his eyes shut and lost track of the sound, the conversation between Remus and Sybil fading to something just beyond his reach. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear - but of course he needed to listen for any more information about his sister - oh god, why Eliza? What would anyone want with her? She was supposed to be nobody to the gangs - Will had worked so hard to keep her that way. But she wasn't nothing to them anymore - of course she'd gone and managed to make a Raven of herself. Of course he knew she wanted to go, that she didn't think that she was one of them. But he'd seen her; playing cards, reading with Sybil, and with Morgan. He always caught her glancing at Morgan. She liked to deny that one too, it seemed. Now both of them were gone.
Will still said nothing as Remus left. Perhaps he should have followed, seen what Lenore knew about the whereabouts of his sister, but he hardly felt as if he could move. He hadn't moved since they'd told him what had happened. But the sight of Remus Hawkins walking out that door stirred something inside him. He was still tempted to follow after, but something told him not to follow Remus at the moment. Instead, Will sank into the chair beside Sybil’s bed. He didn't meet her eyes.
Will didn't speak for a long time - until Benny had finished up whatever he was doing to her. He merely sat, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves - slightly too short for his arms. He was still wearing the guard’s uniform, and the pompous decoration of it did little to fit the simple room. It made Will feel more than ever like an imposter.
Was this his fault? It was his fault she was involved in all this in the first place. If only he'd been there for her more over the past few years. He'd allowed himself to slip away, getting swallowed up by the business of the Underground. He could say it had in part been to protect her, but a lot of it had been selfishness too. Will had hated the Rocks, but… Not as much as he should have. They'd called him a Prince, treated him like he was something greater than a former rich boy who'd gotten lost in the streets. Hear the same crazy things every day and you start to believe them. Why hadn't he visited her more often? He couldn't remember when the last time he'd seen his parents was - only that it had been unpleasant.
Finally he spoke, still far too quiet a voice to belong to him. “How are you doing, Sybil?” He asked hoarsely.
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