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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 31, 2016 23:14:11 GMT -5
[[ oh my. nooo morgan. what happened to you bby?
I'll reply in the morning. because it's late here and I'm currently very tired ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 31, 2016 23:32:12 GMT -5
[ too late ahahahahaha ] [ William is the London version of Bill Bye o3o does that mean i ship will nye the science guy with sybil i mean what ] [ How you gonna do it? Will it be a surprise *bumdum chhh* ] [ Summer is my least favorite season, the only time I like it is when the rain comes and the thunder storms....other then that Summer is a big hot mess for me x~x No going outside at all, or else I get bitten up by bugs ( I get really really bad reactions to mosquito bites ) or I get sunrash/sun burn from the sun ;v; ] [ i have bad feeling morgans back story is gonna be very sad and i will cry ;v; ]
"The Crestle's are known for owning the hound races around London...I just thought we could switch it up a bit with who chases who" Remus said with a little innocent smile coming to his lips. But Sybil knew all too well that innocent smile was hiding something very dangerous and bloody. Sybil shifted where she stood and leaned against the wall, looking at Remus with a raised eyebrow. "That doesn't make much sense Remus...." She muttered. Her patience was running a little thin here, frankly she wanted to go to bed and deal with this in the morning. They could all use a long rest in bed before doing anything. Remus was use to not getting much sleep, maybe he was even use to no sleep even for some of the hard nights in the week. Sybil, not so much. She always got some wink of sleep before the sun came up, either it be 30 minutes or a full nights rest. Right now she felt like a log that was burning. Slowly her flame was being snuffed out by the second and she didn't know if she could keep on kicking from this point on. He looked to Eliza when she spoke and cringed slightly as she called him 'Mr.Hawkins' -- yuck it sounded so formal. "I will Eliza I will....please try to keep from the Mr.'s make me sound old....Remus would do just fine" He said and smiled slightly at her. Well at least the girl had manners.
Remus only smiled slightly and looked to Morgan when he spoke. "Morgan, My friend, it will probably be a trap of course but I plan on settling this the way we use to" He said. Sybil perked up at the words, looking at him. "You don't mean...?" She began but Remus nodded slightly. "I do...why troubles like this were carried out in a brawl....so why not settle it with one, but with a twist" He said, those words coming from his mouth seemed to reignite the fire in Sybil
"But they could easily come packing with guns and-" Sybil wanted to counter but Remus held up a hand and just smiled. "That's where our trick comes into play my dear. I need things done and this is how it will be. Cause there is no way I will be giving up any one of you....you're all too expensive." He said, thinking at the last minute that it sounded a bit mushy for him to say that. He would not give anyone of them up not even Eliza. The girl was not a part of them therefore she would not be taking part of it. "Here is what I want done my friends" Remus said and slowly began to walk around the room they were in, the wheels turning in his head about what he wanted. "If the Crestles really want your guys heads, then we will reply to them. And the rest, Purple Dragons and Rockshires alike. We'll meet at the hound races near the border of the city" Remus began, his eyes focusing on his feet, not daring to look up. For if he did he didn't want to see the look Lenore was giving him a moment before. Nor did he wish to be alone with her after this cause he knew she would be asking about the meeting with Dante. He didn't have the guts to tell her that man branded him with a big raven on his back, basically labeling him forever with his skin and hot metal. "I want us to respond, we tell them we settle this the way we use to. In a brawl, a couple of people from each group. I was thinking Morgan and Sybil since our dear Lenores wing is wounded" Remus said and looked to Sybil and Morgan.
Sybil didn't know how Morgan was feeling about this but heck who carried. She was already smiling slightly and thinking about it. The last time she was in any sort of fist fight was....a while ago. She never counted the fighting matches in the basement as fist fights, for those were all meant to happen. Brawls were dirty and bloody. The last real brawl she was in was probably when the Black Ravens were just spreading their wings. She had gotten in a fight with the Rockshires and had spent a good hour getting her butt kicked until she finally retaliated and fought back. Her cat fights with Gladys never matched those but if this was to be like a old fashion brawl then....she hoped Gladys was in it. She wanted to sink her fingers into that crows face and scratch her eyes out. She wasn't going to slap and kick, pull her hair like some girly girl. Sybil was taught how to fight like a lady. Using her two fists and her teeth if she needed to. Not to mention she liked the idea of actually settling this in violence rather than words. Rolling her shoulders back she just glanced toward Morgan, wondering if this was alright with him. As much as she loved the thrill of getting down and dirty in the mud she didn't know how it settled with the man. If he was alright with these terms or if he would chicken out and let someone else take the roll. She got this sense of unease from him, of course anger was riding beside it after he read the letter. She wouldn't mind being sent out with Benny or with Edward or heck even a parrot would do. As long as she could fight. As long as she could make the same hole in Gladys that she had done to Lenore.
"Although I am wondering...I had spoken to Benny about the hounds we had you know?" Remus said, and here was the twist. "I thought maybe they would like to play with our friends as well....but with a little more of their teeth" He added, trying to get them to connect the dots. They were smart weren't they? Surely he didn't need to spell it out to them on what he had planned for their dear little Crestles at the race tracks.
All in all Remus wanted to set up the main stage for a old fashion brawl to the other gangs. He would respond to not only the Crestles but to the Purple Dragons and Rockshires as well. He would tell them that if they had a problem with what happened they could all settle this with a brawl at the Houcking Hound Race track on the edge of London, when the race track would be closed to the public and let them handle their business in peace. He would state that whoever beat down his two Ravens first ( look at that he was calling them his ravens, they weren't even his to begin with ) would hear the truth of what happened to the necklace and would get the lovely heads of the three. Of course if the ravens were to win then they would have to turn tail and tell their bosses how they got showed up by the Black Ravens in a simple brawl. There would be no guns, knives or any sort of weapon allowed. It was a old fashion brawl with hands and feet for kicking and punching. No killing of course but beating your enemy from a inch of death was fine. But Remus knew that the others would bring more, they would cheat if they would. It was how they were raised. So if they were going to do that then why not Remus? He would essentially tell some of the other ravens to hang back and gather the hunting dogs and make sure to give them each a scent of the enemies. After, if it would seem that Sybil and Morgan were being beaten and close to blacking out or -- heaven forbid it -- dying then he would let loose the hounds. Oh and to starve the dogs a bit too....he couldn't even think about how hungry they would be during that point in time. To him it sounded like a good plan, bloody with some little details that he would need to cover but other then that it sounded good to him. But to the others....maybe not
For he could sound like a lune or they could deny the whole thing and demand a good old fashion talk it out heart to heart session. Which Remus would gladly send someone else to deal with, he wasn't going to waste his time with that. Either way if the dogs or the brawl were not to work out then he would just start shooting. No way was he going to hand over the three. Plus he was sure they were all mad about how Lenore got shot, that should push Sybil and Morgan into a good fit to fight. In the mean time Remus would make sure that Lenore was either locked in a room or strapped down to the bed. He didn't want her to come to that, he didn't want her to get more injured then she already was. That and he wanted to give Eliza time to leave if she wanted to. He wouldn't hold it past her if she just wanted to skip out on the whole thing and leave London for a while. Either way this was going to be a bloody brawl and if Remus was to come back to the ravens with his tail tucked between his legs again well....he didn't wish to think about that. "Of course if you two don't want to fight I can arrange for-"
"Could I wear something that had steel in it? Like my boots could I do that?" Sybil pipped in, looking a bit too excited.
"I don't care. You don't even know if you would be fighting Gladys Sybil"
"Then I'll beat her up any way. I don't care." Sybil said and huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She would gladly punch Gladys just for existing if she could. Shooting her friend, and looking ugly that was two crimes in one. But even with the joyous thoughts of spitting out insults at the crow girl, there was other things to worry about. Such as the other two gangs that could easily kick her rear end and kill her. Sybil was good at fighting she was, but the last time she fought a Rockshire was forever ago. Even then she had a hard time, for the Rockshires consisted mainly of men ( from her last time seeing them at least she thought so ) and the Purple Dragons were monsters from what she hears. If she had to tussle down with Tiao Shi well she didn't know how far she would last. It would be gangs against gangs in this brawl but to Sybil it sounded more like -- or felt like -- all the gangs against the ravens.
Brawls were easy to understand, the only rules were being that there was no weapons allowed and that each party could only send out two members from their group. Back then it was respected as such but as time went on people broke those rules by sneaking in knives or little pistols. And Sybil knew for a fact that someone would cheat. Gah....but again the only thing she worried about was those Rockshires.....she really didn't like them. For her own reasons alone.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 7:34:28 GMT -5
( oh my goodness whut is wrong with my computer. i swear the second page didn't exist until now. how. why. computer don't die on moiiiii //shot
aaaa it’s okay morgan’s a toughy ;v;
no problem ult cx take your time~
i ship it. will and sybil get together X’D and yuuuus i love dem puns xDDD i’m gonna be singing ‘will’ instead of ‘bill’ now whenever someone mentions that song haha
i love autumn the best… summer is okay, but i can’t stand the heat x~x i almost wrote ‘i can’t stand my head lol whut me.’ i get really bad reactions when i get bitten by a mosquito too… one time i got eight bites on my foot and couldn’t walk at all. my foot was so swollen and red and yucky x_x
i honestly feel like i’m going to/i already have cry/cried for every bae here TㅁT
typing up a reply right now~ )
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 1, 2016 7:50:09 GMT -5
[[ ah it's okay misc. the buttons to change pages like aren't even visible on mobile. if I hadn't been the first one to post I probably wouldn't have known there was a second page cx
ha I knew I wasn’t the only one who shipped them
I don't even react badly to bugs I just hate them
replying now. but, y'know, mobile is slow so really replying somewhat soon ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 9:09:05 GMT -5
[will will will will WILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY hahahaha]
[I never noticed the second page pop up until I actually had to come back to the roleplay to reply i thought there was a ghost page for a second] [I have bad reaction to everything, just bugs wanna eat me cause I'm too sweet ] [will and sybil ship must set sail and become canon it's alright ult mobile sucks with a burning passion]
[i'm gonna cry all over the place when Morgans back story comes into play. Don't think I won't cause I will]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 9:36:43 GMT -5
( thaannk youuu TuT i can swear that it wasn’t here a few hours ago and it just… suddenly appeared TuT and ohmygoodness i just checked and i can’t see anything on mobile
WILL WILL WILL WILL aaaa save me the song is stuck in my head TㅁT //shot
yus yus you aren’t the only one X’D yass the ship must set sail and become canon! i advocate............... wilbil…? omg is the ship name wilbil???? XDDDD
very very understandable ;.; omg lol X'D yus you are very sweet bee
it’s okay remus you can call them yours c'x
it's oke ult! grrrr mobile stinks x~x
nuuu i don't have a bucket T.T morgan do something!! )
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The smile that he had upon his face was much too familiar for Morgan to miss. Oh, it was one that he was very familiar with and couldn’t possibly let slip by. It was scarier when Remus smiled innocently rather than knowingly, he remembered thinking once to himself when he’d first seen the quirk of his scarlet-haired companion’s lips. Pay attention, he told himself. But his mind couldn’t escape from those cold eyes and the darkness that filled him from every side, flanking him, engulfing him until he was nothing. Why was he thinking about this anyway? Hadn’t he gotten over it before? Hadn’t he told himself that he wouldn’t have to deal with it again? But as the situation unraveled around him, he couldn’t help but feel that this had some sort of tie with her. By no means would he be surprised if she was. She’d told him that she’d come back to the Crestles. Vincent and Gladys? He could deal with those two somehow. Gladys was dangerous because she was unpredictable and unstable, and Vincent was old. His reflexes weren’t as sharp as they used to be. He was strong, but Morgan was stronger. So was Sybil, so was Remus, so was Lenore, so was probably Eliza. But her? His shoulders stiffened. Once she returned to where she had been with the others….
His narrowed eyes didn’t leave from observing the simple ties of his shoes and how dirty its surface had become over the last few years he’d worn it. Ah, yes, Morgan’s attire was quite… a simple one when he wasn’t out on a mission that required him to dress fancily. He preferred a much more simplistic style. Something that allowed him to move easily and felt comfortable, unlike some of those itchy suits. He wore a loose white shirt that hung from his arms like a curtain draped over himself, the fabric quite cheap. The sleeves were pulled up from his wrists, revealing a little bit of his pale skin. A small necklace hung from his neck, the thin string a hue of dark brown. At the end of the necklace was a small, rusted silver key. He’d tried several times to throw it away. Toss it into a river. Into a fireplace. Down the sewers. Anywhere but his neck. But every time he’d held it with the mindset to throw it, he always found that he couldn’t.
“You’re always welcome back… if you survive, that is. I’ll be waiting.”
The chilling whispers always seemed to stop him. His back seemed to pull tautly. The eyes and the smile, however, were whisked away as his attention was hauled back to his friends when he heard his name being spoken. He turned to face Remus who smiled slightly, and tilted his head just the slightest bit to the side with one hand still tightly around his left hand. Suppressing the images that flashed past his eyes, he managed to plaster a smile in return, though it looked troubled through its benevolence. Right now, focus on what’s going around you. “Settling this the way we used to…” He repeated the words to himself quietly before catching onto what Remus meant. He didn’t mean…
A faint flicker of amusement lit in his heart upon hearing the words ‘you’re all too expensive.’ It had been a slip of the words, Morgan realised. He personally had no problem expressing how much he cared for the people around himself but Remus? His grasp around his left hand loosened. Remus was supposed to be the ‘all cool, well respected’ Raven amongst all of them. Besides, he mused to himself. The man never seemed to show his emotions about his companions too directly. It was only through certain situations and a slip of the tongue that had allowed Morgan to perceive Remus a little more clearly without being tricked by his firm leader-like demeanour. He felt a small twinge of puzzlement when he saw the man lower his gaze to his feet. Remus almost looked as if he were deliberately avoiding someone’s gaze. But… who? His red-golden eyes paused at Lenore, who seemed to be watching their scarlet-haired companion carefully. Underneath the calm layer she put, she looked worried, he realized. Had something happened? He glanced over at Remus before looking back at Lenore, who was now observing the opposite wall. It wasn’t like she couldn’t look worried, since he was, too. Remus looked weary despite the small grin he’d put on, and with the night escalating in a manner like this, anyone had the right to be concerned about him. But Lenore’s gaze had held something that he’d never quite seen before. It hadn’t been unkind or angered or skeptical or any of that sort. So… what exactly had it been? Before he could think any further, Remus spoke once more about the duo he’d send out. As he’d been expecting, Lenore didn’t argue against this. After all, she rarely opposed to something when it was reasonable. Instead, she lowered her head a little before looking over in his direction, as well as Sybil’s. And she smiled. He returned it with a faint curve of his own lips. She looked tired. They all did, he thought as he saw each of their faces. There was an undercurrent of exhaustion in all of them, despite the emotions they displayed through their face.
He saw Sybil roll her shoulders backwards before her eyes settled onto him. There seemed to be a question in her eyes that asked him: are you in or are you out? And to this, he only answered his friend with a light tug of his lips. Of course I’m in. He was familiar with brawls. Too familiar with them. True, he looked slim and lean and too soft to really swing his fist at anyone. Even during missions he was underestimated for looking ‘too kind’ and ‘too young.’ Underneath his shirt, however, his arms curved and his stomach dipped, and certain portions of his skin were pale from past scars. He was trained to fight, not to sit somewhere and read poetry, as Nazareth had described him before. Of course, not that he’d go taking off his shirt to prove anyone, he thought a little embarrassedly.
It had been all too familiar for him when he had been out in a brawl. His eyes sharpened and the atmosphere around him drastically shifted into something much more glacial, much more uncaring when he faced those he held less sympathy for, and the glint in his eyes became calculating as he picked his opponent's weakness. The small awkward movement of their mismatched feet, their tendency to repeat their actions. He was familiar with the buzz of energy in the air, the anticipation, the excitement of the people around himself. The steps he’d take, the composure that washed over him along with a sense of power. The buzz of energy he felt flow through his veins as his hand snapped their wrist. The surge of strength he felt every time his leg would come in contact with his opponent’s jaw, knocking them flat on their back. Everything would come rushing back to him the moment he was there. Everything would come back the moment he faced the people who'd done them wrong. He had been her best watchdog for a reason. Vicious, ruthless, callous...
The whispers sneered. “And who did you learn everything from? Who taught you how to snap the necks of men, to kill them with a flick of your wrist, to break their bones?”
“I’ll fight,” he spoke, backing up Sybil’s rather eager answer. Normally he didn’t exactly like the idea of cheating a fight, but he’d done it almost a million times for cards (which he could uncharacteristically and confidently admit that he was good at). Why not a brawl? Especially when the others… well, he thought to himself. The others would cheat for certain. What would they bring to the table? A gun? A knife? His ungloved hand instinctively touched the hilt of his dagger, and his red-golden eyes narrowed the slightest bit. He'd blow a hole in one of their arms if he had to, the same way they had to Lenore. And he'd keep himself in check as he did, he thought. Even if that ended up with himself being hurt.
He was Morgan, not Elliot.
Elliot had died a long time ago.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 1, 2016 10:35:39 GMT -5
[[ omg wilbil? that's awful cx sylliam? wybil? sybwill? swill?
guyyyys. now the song will be stuck in my head foreeeeeverrr.
ha. I gotcha bee. I guess you could say you will have to wait and see.
no no no morgan my precious child ]]
Eliza's green eyes searched the assembled faces, gauging their reactions to the letter - and it's proposal. Lenore, of course, must have read it before, so while she looked unhappy there was less sudden emotion there. In fact, she seemed more concerned with how the others in the room were faring, despite her situation, if the glances at Remus she'd caught earlier and those she was currently giving Morgan - distinctly different in tone - were any indication. Sybil looked like she wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but still maintained her usual sassiness. Remus… looked a little mad, and not only in the sense of anger - he was an eccentric fellow, she'd give him that. And Morgan… Morgan was looking at her.
His expression made her pause. The tension in his body - the knitted brow, the clenched jaw, the trembling shoulders - gave away that he was furious. Whatever it was about the letter, it bothered him more than it had any of the rest of them. Perhaps something had happened between him and the Crestles, Eliza realized, something that made this all the more personal for him. Because otherwise she had no way of reconciling how kind, friendly Morgan could go from how he'd been a moment ago to this. Eliza might have almost been intimidated by him, if it weren't for the look in his eyes. Uncertain, questioning, reassuring - things she'd begun to associate with Morgan in the brief time she'd known him. Those eyes spoke that she had nothing to fear from him. Her eyes travelled down once again to his hands, the ungloved one running over the gloved. A strange habit, she thought, wearing one glove. I’m not afraid - I want to know what you're thinking, her own eyes whispered back, entirely without permission.
Eliza blinked, regaining some self-awareness and quickly looking back to the rest of the group. She fell quiet again, listening aptly as Remus laid out a plan. A brawl - of course. What could be a more suitable way to settle a dispute between the four top gangs in London than with a fist fight. An honest brawl, simply a couple members of each group, the last remaining as the victors. Of course, the gangs were anything but honest, and so every group would undoubtedly have backup nearby, and it likely wouldn't end honorably but rather in a mess of violence. Eliza looked around once again, taking in the smile on Remus’s face, the glint of excitement in Sybil’s eyes. Once again she found herself looking to Morgan, trying to get his opinion on things. She watched as his lips curled upwards, an easy smile, followed by the confirmation that of course he would fight. She looked away, considering.
Who was she to question how things worked around here? She wasn't a Black Raven. In fact, Eliza realized abruptly, she wasn't even a part of the plan. Her head whipped back around to look at Remus. ”Excuse me, mis- pardon me, Remus,” Eliza started, quickly correcting himself as she remembered his cringe the last time she'd called him Mr.Hawkins. It was simply second nature to her when addressing a near stranger - she'd had manners drilled into her from before she'd learned to walk until she'd been eleven, when everything had gone to heck with her parents. She still slipped into the formal style of speech without thinking, her accent that of the nicer parts of London despite her hunger-panged frame. She steeled herself, standing up straighter. ”I want to help, too. I'll fight - I'm not as weak as I look, I promise.” Eliza said.
This wasn't her scene. But whether she liked it or not, she was a part of this mess, had gotten herself into this mess. And therefore she would do what it would take to get back out of this mess. She wouldn't run, wouldn't flee London and take off for some part of the country where they'd never find her. She wouldn't let herself be sidelined, be kept safe until everything rolled over. And so Eliza rolled her shoulders back, stood up straight and pinned Remus with a stare. ”I'm not joining you - this is a temporary thing - but I don't intend to cower when someone has sent a letter asking for my head,” she clarified, looking from face to face. ”Just so you know.”
She stepped back a little, feeling a bit sheepish after her declaration. Her gaze caught on Lenore and, remembering she'd been taken down to the infirmary before they'd actually had a chance to speak. ”Oh, apologies, I don't think we've been introduced. I’m Eliza, by the way.” She'd picked up by this point that the woman's name was Lenore, obviously. She was sure her own name had been mentioned in the conversation, but as previously mentioned, she'd been brought up on etiquette.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 11:38:24 GMT -5
[ Swible but that remins me of weedle from pokemon o3o would they be a pokeman ] [ I guess we will have to wait and see hahahaha ] [ i'm sweet like honey. cause I'm a bee and I will die if I sting you owo ] [ remus let your reflection shooooowwww *mulan music* ] [ morgannnn ;c; my tearsssssss ] [ Moriza is now being shipped or Elorgan plus Lenus or Remore so much strike through holy cow ]
Remus tipped his head slightly at the confirmation of Morgan wanting to fight, his lips pulling upwards even further. Good, that would mean they didn't have to waste time finding other people to fill in the holes. Remus felt the same reassurance he usually felt wash over him -- along with a bit of exhaustion seeping through the cracks -- but he looked to Eliza when she spoke and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He has never had someone outside of the ravens offer to fight in a brawl. Brawls were brutal and bloody a lot of the time. Not to mention that it would mean she would have to fight against three other sets of people in order to win. Normally it was two people from each group but, given that they other three groups would be sending out their toughest acts then it would be alright if Remus were to play the 'Oh we are so weak against you three powerful groups' card. He could weasel in Eliza so she could have a chance at fighting in the fray. He nodded to her after a while. "If that's what you want Eliza....I won't stop you" He said. He understood in a way how she was feeling. If someone was coming after his head he would want to prove he wouldn't be cowering. He liked this girl, she had spunk. He wouldn't have to worry about this brawl for too long....he would send a raven out tonight and schedule it for later. Not tonight of course, he felt as if he were to do anything else other then go right to bed then he would collapse on the floor. Not to mention his shoulder was starting to sting, the bandage and his coat rubbing against the sensitive skin underneath it all.
"I think it would be wise then for us all to sleep before we collapse. Eliza if you want you can have one of the spare rooms on the third floor with the rest. You can get some privacy after everything that has happened" He said, his eyes looking towards Lenore and silently thinking if he was able to somehow strap her down to the medical bed before the brawl was set. He would argue all night if it meant she would stay here and just do as he said for this, not in a way to hurt her pride but in a way just....protect her.
"If Eliza is fighting she can borrow one of my brace knuckle sets, or she can even have some steel toed boots too. I have extra" Sybil said, that unusual sparkle showing in her eyes when she looked away from Morgan. It was good that she would fighting with friends, sure she fought along side Benny or Edward before but those two were big brutes. And she was a short girl that would be teased for her height on multiple occasions. Morgan on the other hand she has known for a while, and she doubted that Eliza would try to make Sybil feel like a short little squirt. Sybil just slowly cracked her knuckles, listening to the cracking in her bones before she smiled again. But sadly her excitement was slowly draining, as were her own energy supplies. "I won't turn down sleep tonight" She mumbled and reached up to brush some of her hair back from her face. The sooner they got this brawl done and over with the sooner that Sybil could return to the gambling halls card tables and have some fun. Relax a little before she was forced to be sent out again on some silly mission. She would listen to someone's sob story and just end up forgetting it in a night, knowing that she would repeat the same words over and over. We all have a story but they all seem to end the same and it was true. They would all end the same, either they would die in debt or be killed.
But on a side note Sybil could sense the tension between Lenore and Remus, seeing how he avoided eye contact with her and how she kept looking at him. Sybil may be blind as a bat to obvious flirting ( "Hey pretty girl" "Who's pretty girl? My name is Sybil" ) and maybe she was just letting the sleep get to her head but she could sense something was there. Something was bothering the two and maybe it had to do with Remus seeing Dante. Lenore hadn't seen it, she hadn't seen Remus wipe away that streak of blood when coming down from the fourth floor. Sure there were no bruises on his face but that was what Dante was all about. Hitting them where the wounds would be concealed from view of the enemy. If the enemy were to see them wounded it would be a sign of weakness. And weakness was forbidden in this group ( as well as wearing the color orange that's a crime by itself ) and if you showed weakness you were dealt as a weak person. So hiding those wounds was the thing Dante liked. You could see them all you liked but no one else will ever see them on your skin. Whatever it was that was happening between Remus and Lenore......
Could wait till morning cause Sybil was too tired for drama. She liked being awake for drama it was like theater ( well as long as she wasn't the one in the drama )
"Sybil you can get her whatever she needs when we go to the brawl. But just don't get too crazy with the sneaky tricks" Remus commented, making her lips tug in a small smile. "But that's what we're all about here" She said in a false pout. There were many ways to sneak in weapons for a brawl. Wear thin leather gloves with brace knuckles underneath and you were sure to land some heavy punches. Steel toed boots for better kicks, heck you could even hide a blade up your sleeve and use it as a last resort. If they couldn't find the weapon on you when they searched you then you could use whatever. That was the one rule no one talked about, mainly because everyone knew about it. Sybil usually went in with brace knuckles anyway, so sharing her weird collection of brace knuckles with the rest would be alright.
"Well if you're arranging this for some other day, I think I'll....I'll hit the hay" She said between a yawn, looking to Lenore and smiling slightly. "I'm sure us girls can pal around in the morning right? When the sun is up and in the sky behind some clouds..." She said, knowing she would visit Lenore in the infirmary. Or in her room. When Benny finds Lenore, Sybil wasn't sure if he would lock her in either room, but it would be darn lucky if Lenore was going to be able to go anywhere. She turned around, gesturing with her hand for...uh who was going to follow her? Was she leading people somewhere? Maybe not. She was too tired to tell, she just turned around and made to walk through the door.
But she walked right into the door, making a soft thunk when her head met the door. She cursed lightly under her breath, twisting the handle and pushing it forward. "Let's goooo" Sybil muttered to no one in particular, the gambling hall was now empty and the lights were dimmed down once more. Which made it all the more harder to navigate through the maze of pool and card tables. ( She let out a soft curse every time she ran into something ) Remus just watched Sybil leave, a tired smile showing on his face but he wasn't nearly as affected by the state of exhaustion as the rest were. "You guys go and get some rest. Big days are coming" He said, not knowing if he would sleep tonight or at all. He would be sending ravens in and out, not to mention he would have to make sure that no one bothered him when he was working on the little home work assignment he was given by Dante. Remus's eyes trailed to Lenore for a moment, his eyes looking over her bandaged arm and shoulder. He would make the date for this brawl soon. He would make sure that every single gang got a raven with the letter. Purple Dragons, Rockshires, and Crestle alike. He could just corner them even, release the dogs and let them tear them apart from where they stood. But then again he didn't want to take away the chance seeing his three companions wipe the floor with the rest.
And they could come back and get on with their lives, and continue to get to the top. He hadn't realize he was staring at Lenore's wound for a while, his blue eyes blinked a few times before they looked to another spot in the room. He shifted so his arms were behind his back and his stance was calm and relaxed once more. It felt like a storm was slowly brewing in the corners of London, slowly rising and rising until it would all fall down on top of them. Forcing them to turn in ways they wouldn't want to. Forcing some that were strong to be weak, and forcing those that were weak to be strong. That's what the underground did, that's what London does to people. It weeds out the weak and makes them strong. And this storm will be the beginning of something that could either change them for the better....or for the worse. It was hard to tell but Remus knew one thing was clear.
He would survive this storm, just like has the other times before that. He wasn't weak any more, he just had to roll with the punches.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 12:47:55 GMT -5
( i'm trying not to laugh at the name wilbil too late omg i'm laughing right now how did that name even come into my head X'DDDDDD sylliam sounds fancy... yus swible XD it shall be stuck in all of our heads forevverrrrr CCx
oh my goodness dem puns
aaa morgannnnnn 8n8 aaaa don't sting me *hides* i'm warning you i'm not sweet i'm... i'm... i'm bitter annnd i laughed again. i've been listening to disney songs and that's the song that's playing for me right now ._. coincidence?
let all the ship saiiiilll my goodness i've never had so many ships before all set out at once X'D the power of strike through is engulfing us all
edit 1000: also i'm super super sorry for all the edits ;v; it's 3:20am right now so i keep forgetting what i want to write aaa Dx )
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There was no breeze in the room they were in, but a cold wind seemed to hit Morgan when he realized that Eliza was had travelled down to his hands. The ruined hand anyway that was covered only by the fabric of his glove. He didn't feel hostile or suddenly defensive, really -- he didn't eactly mind if anyone were to see the ugly gnarling scar, either. He could just shrug his shoulders a bit and light-heartedly tell him or her that it'd come from an accident that had happened a long time ago. But... he felt quite vulnerable when someone did. In a way, he was letting them see a part of himself, a part of what had made him who he was. He was letting them see a part of his past -- something that he did not want the others to find out. If they did... if they did, what would they think of him? What would he become then? He felt something stir within himself when he Eliza's kind green eyes slowly searched through his red-golden ones. And he was sure that for a brief moment, they'd spoken something... something... he blinked. Had he seen it correctly? She looked... almost curious. As if she wanted to know.
The small tingle of warmth he felt shattered, however, and his shoulders froze when he heard Eliza speak once more. He blinked away the haze of warmth that had enveloped around him, caught off guard by what she'd said. "Remus, you can't--" The words had left his mouth before he'd had any time to register his thoughts and to smoothen out what he'd wanted to say. You can't let her get more involved with this... with us, his molten eyes said as they turned to the turquoise ones. You know that too. He didn't doubt Eliza's ability. She'd been with them, and she'd snuck past all the others to get there in the chamber they'd been in. From what he'd seen he'd picked up that she was observant and quick-minded and responsible -- if not a little more on the quiet side. But she wasn't a part of them. He had to remind himself that she would be leaving soon, and not staying with them. She isn't one of us. If she helped them, her face would become known throughout all the other gangs who were hostile towards the Ravens. They'd search her, find out about her and who she was, and track her down by their own hands if her circumstances became known. She wouldn't be able to get out of his mess again. She would have no choice but to stay. And if that happened, he wouldn't know what to do with himself anymore.
But Remus's mind seemed to be made, and so did Eliza's. So Morgan did the only thing that he could, given the circumstances and the people he was with. He leaned back with one hand resting on his waist while the other rested behind his neck and let out a small sigh.
If something happens to her while this whole mess goes on I won't forgive myself.
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Lenore found herself blinking a little at Morgan's sudden words, and at Eliza's introduction. It was quite unexpected, actually, but still welcoming. A small graced her lips as she curtsied with a hand lightly resting delicately upon the area just above her chest and one foot behind her right. Her eyes swept down in one graceful gesture. The different way she curtsied probaby came from the fact that she probably couldn't pick up the fabric of the nightgown she wore. It's a pleasure to meet you, her eyes read when she allowed them to meet Eliza's once more, unable to break the silence that Morgan's words had brought. She would've liked to talk to Eliza (Sybil and Eliza, they both had pretty names, she quietly thought to herself), but she could understand why Morgan had outspoken the first thought that had probably entered his mind. She understood that it was dangerous for Eliza if she involved herself too much with whatever was going on between the gangs, especially now that the Crestles had an idea of who she was even if they didn't exactly know her, but she could understand Eliza's perspective as well. She could feel Eliza's will -- and her determination to remain without fleeing. Her gaze trailed over to her much younger companion, who wasn't really bothering much to hide his expression anymore. She then looked back at Eliza, and found her lips quirking the slightest bit.
Perhaps the two hadn't realized that they shared more resemblance than they thought they did. Had Morgan been in her situation, he would've done the same, she mused to herself. And they, despite seeming more on the quiet side, seemed to speak out when they had their opinions sorted out. Eliza didn't seem like an intimidating person to speak to, either. From the way she'd casually spoken to Lenore, she was actually quite easy to talk to, really. They seemed to share the same quiet resolve, and they seemed to have the least thirst for blood.
She took a small step backwards and turned her eyes towards where Sybil and Remus stood as they spoke, and felt a small hint of sympathy when she glanced over at Morgan who looked quite resigned (not to mention subtly exasperated), indeed. But she had to admit that Eliza's decision was quite admirable. No one she knew would have the courage to speak like she did and involve themselves into such a bloody mess. She'd speak with Morgan later and assure him that Eliza would be all right. Or maybe she would leave that for Eliza to do herself. She felt herself smile a little. She'd probably have to leave that to Eliza.
Her gaze returned to Remus, who -- she couldn't emphasize enough for all of them, really -- looked like he was ready to fall onto the carpet and fall asleep right then and there. The small indication of discomfort he revealed was quickly whisked away by his next words, which regarded Eliza. One of the spare rooms... didn't really sound all that safe. Not at the moment, anyway. She was sure many of the Ravens had questions for them and her mysterious presence too, and a spare room had a high chance of being ambushed upon from some of the other girls in the Ravens who were probably dying with curiosity and still up to this time just to see her. Walking over towards the girl with her long hair streaming behind herself, she gently took Eliza's hand before placing a key in her grasp. The curve of her lips was genuine. "You can use my room if you want. No one will bother you if you're there." Her eyes then shifted over towards Remus, whose gaze she'd felt watching her back. Her dark orbs gauged his blue ones -- they seemed like they were thinking, probably how to keep her still and immobilized in one spot -- and she held their gaze there. She would argue all night if it meant he would finally start realizing that she was all right and that it was himself he needed to look after.
"You should go to and rest too, Morgan," she spoke, to which he raised his head and nodded with a weary smile. "I will," she heard his answer as he followed Sybil (he'd looked amused at her gesture for the air to follow her) and Eliza. Poor lad, he was probably thinking of a way to face as many opponents as he could without getting Eliza involved. He had that familiar glint to his golden orbs -- the ones that told her that he was thinking of something, whether it be something quite random or something quite serious (for his standards, anyway. She found that the questions he asked himself could be quite amusing at times). She returned Sybil's smile with her own. "We should," she spoke with a small, subtley friendly nod over at Eliza as well. The thought of morning, however, seemed to make her feel a small sense of... well, whatever could describe the expression 'oh dear.' She had no doubt that Benny was probably fuming, and that when she was caught she'd be confined somewhere permanently until her arm healed.
"All right, all right," she heard Morgan say as he walked a little behind Sybil, careful of what obstacles were in front of himself. He still looked quite amused by how she'd accidentally bonked into the door (he'd probably caught her cursing softly), despite the exhaustion that seeped into this red-golden orbs. She then saw him reach out to take Sybil's arm and steady her, lightly guiding her through the maze of pool and card tables as she continued to knock into them due to the poor lighting. When they left, she found Remus eyeing her bandaged arm and shoulder and saw something click in his eyes. He looked angered through the layers and layers of calm he'd put up, she noticed with a faint twinge of surprise. His stance, his gaze, his voice -- they all showed the tension he felt. His gaze didn't seem to move elsewhere for a while, though when it did she felt her own shoulders relax. If she were a normal person, she probably would have felt concsious -- after all, with everyone gone, she was just a girl in a nightgown standing in an empty room with the second highest ranked Raven. But was she normal? She'd forgotten what it'd meant a long time ago.
"Is there any way I may be able to help?" she finally spoke, watching his relaxed back as she allowed her usual enigmatic expression fall over her face like a veil, though her dark eyes, a representation of her more mellow persona, remained steady. "Apart from resting," she added, already reading his reaction. "I can't see myself sleeping when you're up and about the entire night." She rose from the seat she'd been ushered over to with her own hands behind her back.
It seemed like her stay in the Ravens had changed her. Her old self had possessed less emotion, she'd thought. After what had happened, she'd almost abandoned the idea. Until she'd met the Ravens, that was. London had changed her. The Ravens had changed her. The old callous Lenore would have left, knowing that he was sacrificing himself for the entire mess and a part of it would probably go to vain if she were up. The more mature side of her would have told her to leave. It still told her to go --but... somehow she found her feet remaining. She hadn't swiveled around, wishing him a good night. What had happened to her? Her expression seemed to play most of its part for concealing her thoughts, though her dark eyes were like two amethysts glittering underneath the moonlight, unyielding.
Don't you realize that the more you burden yourself, the more others are hurt as well?
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“I’ll hit the hay” sounded nice, thought he couldn’t help but glance over at where Remus stood. It didn’t settle with him easily that the man was probably spending up another night — after all, the plans that were going to come… it wouldn’t be an easy task to organise everything. He rubbed the back of his neck and almost felt another sigh slip through his lips. He wished that he could be of more help, honestly. When he heard Lenore gently tell him to go and rest, he finally decided that he’d leave with the others. He’d visit Lenore in the infirmary later, he thought to himself as he returned her gaze. His attention slipped back over to Remus. Something was definitely going on, just as he’d wondered before. There was some sort of tension that he couldn’t identify exactly or touch upon, but it existed there.
“….borrow one of my brace knuckle sets, or she can even…” He looked up at the ceiling. Oh dear. Yes, right, Eliza had declared that she’d be involved with the brawl. He was certain that Sybil felt excited — he could tell by the twinkle in her eyes — but he wasn’t all that certain about Eliza. And he wasn’t all that certain about how he felt about her involving herself into one. Sure, he was worried because he felt that he had some responsibility in her misfortune, but… that wasn’t it, was it? He shrugged off the small feeling that nagged him at the back of his mind and watched as Sybil bumped into the door along with several other tables and pools. Goodness gracious she was really tired, wasn’t she?
“All right, all right,” he felt himself say to her slurred call and gently took a hold of her arm to steady her as she continued to knock into obstacles due to the low lighting, pulling her over before she could knock herself into a chair. As much as her cursing and her bumbling actions amused him slightly, he didn’t want her constantly knocking into things. It really was dark, he realised as he narrowed his eyes a little and looked behind himself to search for Eliza. And there he went again, he thought to himself. Perhaps he was too softhearted. “Would you…. like me to help?” He asked cautiously as he extended his gloved hand towards her. He didn’t want to sound rude, or somehow offend her, though she didn’t really look like the kind who would take things personally and twist and interpret the words into something else (he'd dealt with a few people like that before and had learned to watch who he spoke to). For some reason he found himself avoiding the pools and the gaming tables as easily as the lights being on. It may be because I'm less tired than Sybil, he thought, his molten eyes still a shade of dark amber with the slightest touch of the dim light.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 14:21:26 GMT -5
[ lettt your reflection showwwwwwwww la ddaaaaa I don't know the rest of the wordssssssss ] [ SWIBLE. ] [ morgannnn you don't have to cryyyyyy ] [ ships setting sail one by one. hahahaha ] [ I'm dead inside please no bitty bite ;3; ] [ Will these puns ever stop hahahahahahahaha i suck lol ] [ ahhhh Misc go to sleep o3o ]
Remus listened closely to the last remaining words that were uttered in the air around him, watching the three leave the room seeming in good hopes. Well except Morgan, who seemed like he wanted to argue about Eliza fighting. But how could you stop the will of a girl that seemed so determined to fight back against those she opposed? Surely Morgan has learned by now that you don't say 'no' to the women of the Underground. Remus should learn as well but in those point he was willing to argue with Lenore. He just hoped his wits would last a little longer until she got the idea he was determined to keep her out of harms way. Plus he would have Benny on his side so there was no way Lenore would be moving from the infirmary until her wound was in a stable condition to which she could do her job without incredible pain. Remus waited until the other three had left the room in order to speak to Lenore, his eyes turning to her own. "You can help me by...." he trailed off slightly, from what he wanted to say was to fetch him something to put on his shoulder as a cooling agent but his words failed him then. "You can get me some paper and a pen....I need to write these letters tonight and arrange for the brawl as soon as possible" He said softly before turning on his heel and away from Lenore. "I'll be fine Lenore, I've stayed up plenty of nights before. You don't have to worry about me. You are the one that got shot" He said, glancing over his shoulder and flashed one of his reassuring smiles. If anything he would want her to feel reassured. That there was nothing wrong with him at all. He walked toward the door then, reaching out a hand before he passed her and placed it on her shoulder lightly. "Just have faith in me alright?" He said softly, the only thing he would really ask of her. Her faith. Her trust in him to make this all right.
"Can I escort you back to the infirmary? Or do I need to go and fetch Benny to do so?" Remus said and smiled a bit. He only glanced up when he heard the faint sound of Sybil's voice again, ( "We should invent some glow in the dark pool tables...." ) but his eyes went back to Lenore. He didn't like the way she looked at him, as if she could dig through the walls he put up around himself like that, like she could see the exhaustion and the anger that boiled within him. He hated that she could see past him so clearly and in some part of his brain he wanted her to just be selfish and go away. To leave him be and to let him stay up all night working late. He already had a date set, the day after tomorrow was the day he wanted to settle this. It would give them all enough time to sleep and rest before then. He would send out the Raven tonight and he would continue working. He would go to Benny in the early hours of the morning and have his bandages changed and he would make sure Benny didn't utter a word of his injury to anyone. No one should know of his own weakness, no one. He didn't want to be weak and frankly he was done with the whole sappy looks everyone was giving. They would need to show up to that brawl with grins and smiles that would make others skin crawl and send shivers down their spines. He didn't want to think about any more sad thoughts but they always came and reared their ugly heads.
"You're too hard on yourself Remus"
"I'm not being hard on myself Ben....I'm being practical" Remus had said to him long ago when Remus suffered from another injury from Dante, having spent most of the morning cooped up in his room then. This was long ago, when he was just starting out. "You don't have to stretch yourself so thin though boy...this isn't the best way to go" Benny had muttered as he laced the needle with medical thread, preparing to close the wound inflicted on Remus's lower back. "You're wrong Benny...it's the only way here" He said and had smiled for a long time after that. He had heard the sigh leave from Benny's lips and had almost chuckled at the lecture afterwards. But those words have stuck with him, they dragged through the other memories and right up front. Remus may be stretching himself thin but who else would do it? What other man would stay up in the night and make sure that everyone got their pay? Who would linger in the halls and make himself as entertaining as the rest of the people here? He would stay up crunching numbers or go out in the gambling hall to just see what others were up to.
Remus gently nudged Lenore forward and kept that smile on his face, wanting to get to work as soon as possible. He had work to be done and he would do it alone. He didn't want Lenore's eyes burning holes through his covers of calm. Like she could see right through him to the actual person that hid beneath the surface. Just stop looking at me like that.... He thought to himself. Those walls he had put up since joining the Black Ravens and when he started working. At first no one had known his name and now he sees new faces every day and they would smile and greet him. Before he had been brought in with Dante, when Dante was still that man that enjoyed to walk among his ravens. Now Dante was getting older....and more cruel. Dante had introduced him to those he passed. Remus had met Sybil in the rings after a fight and he had watched her walk out of that ring with a bloody lip and a black eye but with a wide grin on her face. He had met Morgan with a warm smile and a offer of the Ravens. He had met Lenore with the same smile after that, and he had spoken to that old Lenore that would have turned around and told him goodnight without a second thought. Remus only opened the door to the room wide enough to let what light was in there to spill into the gambling hall, looking to Lenore for her to follow him. He had a desk to sit down and write out letters for the gangs. He didn't want her help but he didn't want to outright say it. There was time to be put into the plan he had in mind. He would worry about himself later, he would sleep later. Just not now. They only had a few hours of night left until the sun came up. And he wanted them all to get some shut eye.
Sybil on the other hand let Morgan guide her through the pool, only stopping when he had reached his hand toward Eliza. He gonna hold her hand, awww. You go Morg Sybil thought groggily. An amused smile lit her features and she chuckled softly, looking back toward the stairs that would lead to her room. She would crawl into bed and just sleep and sleep. Maybe sleep all day even and not even wake up. Not until the brawl was to come. She thought about those who she would fight, she thought about the Purple Dragons and the Crestles and....even the Rockshires. Would it be bad to say she hoped that the ones the Rockshires pushed into the ring would be scrawny men. She hoped so, she hoped to dear life it was. She rolled her wrists slightly and tipped her head to the side while also twisting her arm out of Morgans grip on her. She could walk back....she could walk right on back those stairs and just go under those covers. Or maybe she would stare at her brass knuckles and think about sinking her fists in the faces of those that got in her way. Yeah that was it. She would fall asleep ready to fight and ready to come back and deal the cards on the table. That was all she would do for the rest of her life. That's what she wanted to tell the rest of them, to just think about the fight and nothing else then come back to the safety of the walls here. She this time carefully moved around the pool tables, reaching out her hands to trail along the soft scruff of the tables.
The dawn of it all came down on her and as much as she loved to joke and hide behind insults, she couldn't help but see the dangers again of everything. She would fight as hard as she could here. On the way to the fight she would joke and insult as much as she could, she won't listen to no ones sob story or how serious this would be. She would toss up her own walls and meet those around her with a closed fist. She glanced upwards and blew a stray curl of hair from her face. The words of her own father came into her mind, soft murmurs like was still there.
"Ravens stick together and they don't leave those they see as useful humans behind. Ravens group together and they fight to the death. Against all the dragons and Murders and the Rocks in their ways."
"Sometimes you may think you don't enjoy the Ravens but when you get a taste it gets hard to get away. You want more and more and pretty soon you end up stuck in the flock.You end up craving the thrill of it all. You end up not only being addicted to the games but you end up being addicted to the life style. You will too in time. If me and your brother has.... what's to stop you from falling into line with the rest?"
"I won't fall like you....because I'm not an idiot"
"You say that now but I think in the end you will.....cause you may not be a idiot Sybil Maybell Rye but....you won't be smart either. You'll end up lost and afraid and no one will help you up. Help yourself up Sybil."
"Cause no one will help you."
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 1, 2016 14:40:04 GMT -5
[[ oh morgan. if eliza doesn't make it out of this unharmed you'll have more than just your own forgiveness to worry about. *cough* will will will will
yasss all the ships. all I could think for lenore/remus was lemur cx
go to sleep misc. but wow, you must be on like the other side of the world because it's currently almost 4 pm here ]]
Eliza nodded to Remus, grateful that he'd obliged. That he'd understood. It was a risk, she was aware. She could fight properly, had been taught by Will and one of his friends - one of the only Rockshires who knew that she existed - but she was no match physically for the types she assumed most gangs sent to these things. Big, buff sort of men who had at least a hundred pounds on her. They could pack a lot more into a punch than someone like her, who was, although tall, not particularly muscular. But she'd make do, because she'd meant what she'd said. The thought of doing nothing, of waiting on the sidelines until everything had blown over, was inconceivable. It might be a dangerous plan, but it was the only way she held some control over her own situation.
Her head whipped around at Morgan's sudden outburst, only to break off in the middle of his sentence. Remus don't..? Eliza frowned. Don't what? Don't let her fight? Morgan had to know that wasn't an option for her. In this situation they were in, there was no alternative where Eliza was completely safe. There was no protecting her - at least none she'd stand for. The cost of being in charge of yourself - of not having to take orders from anyone else - was being the only one who could protect yourself. In the same way Lenore wouldn't idle around in the infirmary, Eliza wouldn't hide behind anyone. If Morgan wanted to take up whether she should be aloud to fight, she'd be glad to have a little chat with him.
At least she seemed to have Lenore and Sybil's approval. She mirrored Lenore’s smile with a small one of her own, nodding. And Sybil… Well, Sybil seemed very excited. She rambled on about brass knuckles and steel-toed boots and Eliza just nodded along, feeling a little lost. She'd never had either of those things before in a fight, just a knife and her own quick wit, but they did sound rather helpful.
At the mention of sleep, Eliza yawned. She couldn't help it; she was exhausted. So exhausted she might’ve just lay down and the floor and gone to sleep, if she hadn't been in an entirely unfamiliar place owned by one of the most powerful gangs in London. A gang she was not a part of, but over the course of the past few hours had suddenly become rather tangled up in. Her lips curled up slightly as Sybil ran into the door, clumsy in her exhaustion. They were all a little rough around the edges at the moment.
She glanced up, surprised as Lenore approached her. Eliza was even more surprised as she took her hand, pressing a key into it. The key to her own room, where Eliza would be safe from any Ravens who got too nosy. She went wide-eyed, honestly quite astonished. ”I…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say. [/b]”Thank you, Lenore.”[/b] She nodded, then glanced between Lenore and Remus, the only two left in the room at this point. ”I'll, uh.. I'll get out of your way.”
She scurried out the door, making to catch up with Morgan and Sybil. Eliza wasn't entirely sure she'd remember her way to the stairs otherwise. Plus the fact that the large room was now dark enough that she could barely see - proven as she let out a quiet but rather unladylike curse. She'd run into a table. Or maybe a chair. Something that she hadn't been able to see. She skirted around it, feeling her way through the room so as not to run into anything. That was the idea, anyway. She'd made it decently far in some direction, guided by the low chatter every once and awhile from Sybil or Morgan - which was mostly Sybil cursing when she ran into things. Then suddenly she could see Morgan in front of her, extending a hand. She blinked, then nodded. "Thank you, Morgan. I'm... actually not entirely sure of the way back." Eliza said, biting her lip with a sheepish little smile as she accepted his hand.
It was the gloved hand. The feel of the leather between her fingers reignited her curiosity, but she held her tongue. If it was enough to make him wear a single glove, whatever was beneath was probably... personal. Private. Eliza didn't want to offend him. So she stayed quiet, her thumb slipping over the grain of the leather. Some day perhaps she'd work up the courage to ask.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 14:59:50 GMT -5
[ will will will will WILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY ] [ Bye bye ships setting sail oh my gosh LEMUR YES. Morza. Morgliza. MOGZILA. Mogzila, Lemur and Swible ] [ Yeah I like 3 minutes to 4. Time zones wooaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I always like time zones like 'What day is it there?' ' Oh it's tomorrow you?' 'It's still yesterday' ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 19:59:32 GMT -5
( whoooo is that.... remus iiiiii seeeeee starring straiighhht back at meeee omg morgan good luck XDDD will will will will this song is seriously stuck in my head i'm not even kidding aaaa LEMUR. halp i'm crying lemur that's such a good name XDDDDDD and oh my goodness MORGZILA i love swible it's so cute oh goodness i fell asleep haha it is now... 10am and i gotta eat breakfast C'x hang on i'll type up a response after eating! )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 20:33:50 GMT -5
[ Okie dokie c: I was thinking after your response we could either skip ahead a little? cause I have no idea what they could all do inbetween unless y'all have an idea o3o' Morgzila, Lemur and Swible. So they have been named, so they shall beeeeee get it cause I'm Bee and erm never mind Okie dokie, you eat for a big bright day away owo and I will eat dinner cause the sun hates my face is set
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 1, 2016 20:51:07 GMT -5
[[ oh my why have I not just been switching to desktop version? That way I could format without having to literally type out the code every time cx
I was thinking a certain character who shall not be named unless we'd all like to break out in song again might make an appearance at La Selina before the duel. Because certain actions of his did not go over well with the boss and... Well, you Will see c; ]]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 20:59:26 GMT -5
( haha that sounds fine cx we gotta use skip when we gotta use skip o3o oh my goodness yus they have finally been named C"x yesss puns keep bringing dem puns here
bee sure to have a good dinner Cx aaa yus yus formatting is such a pain DDx ;v;
W--- oh goodness i'm curious xD what are you gonna do w-... i mean he who shall not be named? )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 21:12:21 GMT -5
[ VOLDEMORT IS COMING OH MY GOSH I HAVE TO GET MY CAMERA OOOOOOOOOOO yus then let's the apperance of will come to bee hahahaha ]
[ formation is a pain in the buttocks ] [ the mobile version of this website is so clunky it hurts lol ] [ i sure will lol ] [ Alright then we can just skip to the next morning maybe? owo ] [ btdubs I may or may not be drawing the characters because my new drawing tablet is here at last ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 1, 2016 21:28:10 GMT -5
[[ lol nah just william
we can certainly skip if everyone's ready!
and omg I wish I could do art. but then again I have the drawing skills of a potato. and yet all my friends are like artists cx ]]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 21:42:18 GMT -5
( XDD
you... *can't think of a pun* aa hang on i'm almost done with the reply ;v; sorry guys this is taking me a while TvT and oh my goodness i should finish drawing these baes too hehe shoooowwww uuuusssss )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 21:46:41 GMT -5
[ aaaaawwwww but I want voldemort gosh darn it will geez ] [ That's alright. c: We can skip right to morning after you are done with that there reply Misc and then we can do the things owo ] [ they aren't done yet ;3; you must wait ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 1, 2016 21:54:27 GMT -5
[[ it's alright, misc. take your time.
I wanna see your arts too cx
I'm probably gonna go to sleep pretty soon though
is too tired for puns :c ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 22:02:51 GMT -5
[ what is sleep, what is this forgein thing ] [ I'll show you guys the rough draf sketches i have. I am trying to make them look like what I have in my head but it's hard ;3; I wish art was a potato. a magic potato ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 22:23:59 GMT -5
Her hand lightly gripped the bandages around her arm at the mention of it. Come to think about it, after all the running it did sting. But whatever Remus was going through — had gone through with Dante, probably couldn’t be compared to the steadily increasing throbs in her arm. “I’m all right as well,” she answered him calmly. “Just because I got shot doesn’t mean that I can’t worry.” The words had slipped from her lips quite easily, she realised, despite realising that it had probably revealed more of her intentions than she had wanted to. Her dark eyes watched his back, though she caught one of his reassuring smiles. But as much as she wanted to… she found that she couldn’t rely solely on the curve of his lips. He’d lived a life where he’d had to conceal his emotions and thoughts before — of where he’d had to keep himself bundled up so that no one would be able to tap the wall he put up and walk through. And she realised that in a way, she did too. Why did she keep that enigmatic expression upon her face so often anyway? Wasn’t it to do the same thing that he was doing right now? Her gaze pulled away from his, looking over at one of the decorations of the room and held back a small sigh. It was then she felt his hand lightly rest upon her shoulder, and heard his soft words.
It’s not that I don’t have faith in you, Remus, she thought, unable to place the words on her lips as the turquoise blue eyes turned over to her. I do. But I’m worried, and I don’t know why. “I suppose I’d prefer the former,” she spoke while lightly touching her chin in thought. “Benny… well, I’d like to delay seeing him as much as possible.” She could see something flicker in his gaze, the small force that seemed to push her away, telling her to go and stop caring. The last time she checked, the minds of humans never seemed to work that way. The more he looked ready to move past her, leaving her behind in a safe haven where she wouldn’t have to worry about whatever happened, the more she felt a resistance towards that haven. She hated the feeling of being placed in somewhere safe, somewhere where she would be sheltered while another suffered. And that person seemed to be Remus.
Had she mentioned that person really seemed to be Remus?
She felt his gentle nudge, and, perhaps it was because her energy had also depleted, but she felt her feet follow his steps as he steered her away. The moment she’d entered the Black Ravens and even before that, her smile had been her weapon. She’d keep it, let everyone think the way they did about her, and remained distant from them. Even Morgan, she remembered. The first time she’d met him, he’d been quiet and polite and very very kind to the point where it’d caught her off guard. “I think I understand you,” he’d once told her before on a foggy February night, the asphalt of the streets glistening from the earlier downpour. “I did that too.” He’d smiled at her with a tilt of his head, the curve of his lips troubled. “I think I still do.” She’d put a castle fort just to ward off people. So how had he, a boy perhaps no older than eighteen, seen past the grand fabrication she put up? Had it been then since those walls had started coming down for her, bit by bit? And Sybil, oh dear. She’d unintentionally warmed up to the girl more than she liked and found herself feeling… glad that she had. And Eliza? She had no doubt that she would eventually lower her guard around the girl, even if she was a guest. From what she could see and judge, Eliza could be trusted. And Remus, goodness she’d been deeply puzzled the first time she’d met him, though she remembered that she’d been smiling as she spoke politely to him. Her past self had wondered who he exactly was. Was he the cruel, violent, and twisted gambler who manipulated his way through to obtain the things he needed? Was he the witty, humorous, and eccentric man she always seemed to find herself talking with without feeling casted away as she had before? Or… was he…
"You're too hard on yourself, Remus."
A small bitter smile settled upon her lips. Now it was quite ironic how she was one of the people who were trying to get past someone else’s barrier, even if she disliked the fact that hers had been breached. It was so plain that he was hiding something behind that calm smile he put up, that he was hiding more than what he could say.
I’ve said it before that I’ll make the same mistakes if I have to.
And I don’t think I’ll mind if they’re for you.
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Morgan offered Eliza a smile as he gently took her hand with his gloved one. He didn’t look anything different, really — he looked like his usual self. The usual things that associated with him. It was then he felt Sybil slip away from his grasp and lightly nodded her as a way to tell her good night, watching her tired form drag over to where her bed would be — where she would finally be able to rest. My goodness these two curse quite often, he thought quietly to himself, stifling a small chuckle of amusement as he realised that the two seemed to share that trait. “No need to thank me. You’ve only been here for so long,” he answered Eliza’s sheepish words warmly as he pulled her over, careful not to step towards an awkwardly toppled over chair. Some Ravens really had to learn how to clean after themselves. The room was lit darkly and the obstacles splayed out did make everything look like am maze, so he couldn’t really blame anyone if they tripped or fell over.
But there was something to him as he moved deeper and deeper through the vast room and the lights seemed to get dimmer and dimmer. He still moved with the same calm and grace, pausing only to gently tell her to be careful of the table in front of her, or of a small knocked over table that had no doubt been flipped over by some angry Raven. His shoulders tensed a little, and underneath the small spot of light that they had to rely on, his red-golden eyes partially glowed molten amber. The whispers hadn’t quite left his head, and they seemed to grow stronger and stronger in his head as more and more darkness touched them. It was only when they finally reached outside of the doors that he looked relaxed once again with a familiar look of quiet cordiality settling over his features, though there was a slight tension to his shoulders.
And he didn’t know why, but he realised that he’d been holding onto Eliza’s hand for a little too long even if they were outside of that darkened room. He blinked his eyes, unsure of whether if he needed to pull his hand away or not or if that would make a whole different awkward situation or whether if he was just being the oddball he was and thinking on his own. In any case, he tilted his head and lead her down the hallway, his hand quite loosely wrapped around hers so that she could pull away whenever she liked. “Lenore’s room is over this way,” he spoke as he passed by several doors, all which seemed to indicate an empty and unlocked room. He brushed past a few Ravens who looked in their direction curiously with a small glance over at them, silently telling them to go and rest. And for the most part, they did — apart from some of the taller and gnarled looking Ravens, who he seemed to not pay too much attention to even though his pace quickened the slightest bit.
This is exactly why I’m worried about her.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 22:27:31 GMT -5
( voldy voldy more where are youuu anybody familiar with scooby doo
sleep is such a foreign thing *virtual sigh* omg magic potato art XDDD that would be amazing. it really is hard to imagine them though, i agree.... even with all the small descriptions hinted here and there... i just feel like i don't have enough and i'll just end up drawing everyone inaccurately TvT and yush i am around the opposite side of the earth haha C"x thanks to that my timezone is so off from everyone's here *cries* )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 1, 2016 23:38:22 GMT -5
[ potato art would be amazing lol But I'm trying to draw them as I see them in my head and I just hope that it looks somewhat similar ( I already messed up my own characters like whyyyyy ) ] [ I'm just gonna skippy skip ahead to the morning linkly link ] [ it be day time while it be night time here o3o ]
The morning that followed that rather emotional day was actually quiet for a change. The gambling hall didn't open in the wee mornings, seeing that the best business came right before the sun set so the La Selina was closed to gambling until that time came around. Giving everyone time to recover from the nights events. Remus of course had....actually gotten some sleep. He had fallen asleep at his desk for a while, smudged pen was smeared on his cheek when he woke up, along with a piece of paper stuck to his head. He had wiped his face clean and gotten up, letting out a chocked cry of pain when he tried to roll his shoulders like he usually did. He had forgotten about the burn up until then. He let out a soft sigh and looked to his shoulder, the windows to his office were open with a cooling breeze following through. He shifted on his feet and carried himself out of the office, having written all the letters last night after he had escorted Lenore to the infirmary. Benny had been so angry when he arrived, nearly blabbing out about Remus's burn in his angry scolding. But Remus had departed before then, had hoped that the man didn't say anything to Lenore in the mean time. Who knew, Benny was a gossiping troll when it came down to it. Remus walked out of his office and yawned, stretching out his arm with the uninjured shoulder, watching as some Ravens walked down the stairs while others were cleaning up the gambling hall from last nights works. He cleared his throat and huffed, going up the stairs and to his own room. The door to Sybil's room was open so he could only guess she was awake, she never left her door open when she was sleeping. That was like going out in the night without a pistol in hand.
Remus walked right up to his room and exchanged his tailored tailed coat for another tailed cutaway coat, this time dark blue with black leather straps lining the lapels with silver buttons across from them. He switched to a cherry Kendall velvet vest covering his black collared dress shirt underneath. Always had to be on game didn't he? Brushing his fingers through his hair so the stray locks of crimson were kept out of his face he walked towards the infirmary where of course Lenore was being kept...and of course where he would need his bandages switched some how. As much as he would love to summon Benny to his office again for another switch and coating of cooling agents he didn't want people to get any wise ideas....Remus has already said he didn't work that way in London. No matter how much you asked he wouldn't talk about it. He would though get this blank look on his face like he was recalling a scary thought...it was funny to see actually.
Remus gently knocked on the door to the infirmary, opening it up slightly so he could peek in. The windows drapes were pulled away to let the sunlight stream through and warm the beds and whoever was kept under those blankets. "Hello, Hello another beautiful morning isn't it?" he said with a cheerful smile, he was going to act like nothing of last night had happened. Everything that involved feelings were swept away as he looked in on who was in the infirmary at this very moment. Benny of course was in there, and when seeing Remus he grunted and crossed his arms. "Came to grace us with your present?" He asked, only making Remus grinned and reach up to rub the back of his head. "Oh well you know, I thought you would miss me" He said
"As if I would miss you Hawkins"
"Aww Benny that hurts my feelings. I thought you were suppose to be a doctor" Remus said with a pout before letting a smile curl onto his lips when Benny growled at him. "Are you here to talk or can I do something for you?" Benny said. Remus shrugged as his eyes went to Lenore. "Maybe"
Sybil on the other hand was actually awake this morning, Her blonde hair pushed back from her freckled face as she went about nudging the chairs of the card tables and dusting off whatever junk was left on the pool tables. Believe it or not she hadn't really slept all that well last night. Well no she slept like a log last night, with the snoring and everything but she had....nightmares. And she wasn't use to having nightmares bother her in the night. Usually she would have pretty good nights of rest with dreamless sleeps but this time she was laughed with the images of blood and gun shots. Everyone she cared about dead at her feet and a hand wrapped around her throat but their face hidden. It woke her up this morning in a cold sweat and she didn't bother going back to sleep after that. Instead she splashed cool water on her face, washed and changed into clean clothes. A white blouse with a Bonaventure vest over top of it, her boots laced up to her knees and a small clip in her hair to keep strays out of her eyes. She let out a long sigh as she looked around the gambling hall, the lights from the windows flooding the room in a glory of light.
Sybil dragged a chair out from one of the card tables, hiking her feet onto it and leaning back just far enough to where the back legs were keeping her steady. She laced her fingers on her stomach and leaned her head back so she could look back toward the glass doors with a small grin on her face. Hopefully by this time tomorrow she was facing down with those three ugly bears in a pit of dirt and mud. The sunshine only lasted so long in London before turning to gray sky's and then rain. Soon it would be snow and such. She closed her eyes, blocking out the sounds around her as she thought about the fight. Wearing her leather gloves while driving her fist into Gladys stomach and knocking her down to the ground. She smiled more at the image in her head, much more pleasant then the night mare she had been dealing with. She ignored the world around her and just enjoyed the little make shift dream inside her head. She could get use to things such as this.
"You day dream too much Sybil"
"Well I would day dream less if you stopped showing your ugly mug"
She even had her own banter too. She couldn't decide if that was funny or just plain sad. Maybe both.
Oh well. She could wait until someone came into the room for some playful banter of some sorts. Maybe she could tease Morgan on holding hands with Eliza, as if he could get away with that here. These ravens were as gossipy as the girls you would have over for tea parties. As if you could get away with going around here with holding the hand of a strange girls hand. But then again that would also mean that no one would really mess with her if they knew she was with Morgan. But then again there were some Ravens here that even frightened Sybil and she was like a tiny dog barking at a bigger dog sometimes. Actually no all the time she was the smaller dog that would yap and run around
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 0:30:48 GMT -5
( potato art would indeed by amazing Cx aw come on i'm pretty sure they're going to be amazing works of art and i will hang them up in my bedroom i swear and just hug them. no wait maybe not that means i'd be wrinkling it okeoke~ c; mhm it's... 2:29pm over here whew goodness *still hasn't touched summer hw*
omg sybil don't do that to morgan he's gonna faint almost done with this reply hang on a bit ;v; now that i think about it how late is it over there? OvO my gosh are you okay?? )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 0:38:27 GMT -5
[ yeah you gonna wrinkle them all o<o I will share them as soon as I am done with them I promise owo ]
[ backlash Morgan, defend yourself. play the same card face down and then wait for the enemy to draw their monster card. Wait this isn't yugioh ]
[ take that summer hw ahahaha ] [ It is 1:36 am but I have no sleeping schedule cause I like the night :V WHAT IS SLEEP ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 1:22:02 GMT -5
The infirmary was quiet. It was as usual, really, and nothing too different. Since the other Ravens hadn’t been assigned to anything else after the game had started, most of them were lurking around the pool tables or the vast hallways where they would… talk. Yes, have a civilised, polite — Lenore sighed. Oh who was she kidding they were probably gossiping like crazy. Some of them were more giddier than youthful teenage girls. And some of them were youthful teenage girls, so it made sense where their eagerness to talk away came from. Even the much older members were capable of gushing over news, she knew. Nothing went past a raven’s watchful eye. So the infirmary really was one of the only places that left her in a serene — she ignored the loud crash outside and assumed that it’d just been one of the Ravens becoming a little ‘playful’ — and calm state. But she probably didn’t look too graceful, she understood. She’d stayed up for a while as she listened to Benny who, as she’d been expecting, looked angrier than a bull. But she’d kept herself awake by pinching her hand underneath the white covers, unwilling to drift off to sleep and leaving the man fuming by himself. She’d apologised genuinely and had ducked her head in the process, though the composure she maintained never quite broke, even when he could have surprised someone with the level of his voice. Sleep hadn’t come restfully for her afterwards, not with her head ringing with her own conflicted thoughts.
Currently, her dark hair was splayed all over the covers like an ink river, and she had a pillow pulled over her face to keep the light from reaching her closed eyes. She’d momentarily forgotten that this was the infirmary, that the throb of her arm had come from who knows where, and that she was back in her own room where she would lie still for a few moments before rising to wash up and wear proper clothing to greet the others. She wasn’t much of a morning person, and she remembered that Morgan had gently teased her about it before when he noticed how spaced-out she looked one pleasant Sunday morning. It was the awfully cheerful voice that finally managed to drag her face away from the pillow and look up to meet Remus’s face. Her head fell back, though, as she realised that she’d been leaning on her bad arm. Right, she thought as she grit her teeth together. When she spoke, her voice was muffled from the pillows. “Good morning.” Rolling over so that she could see the two other Ravens, she blinked her eyes a few times, still trying to adjust to the bright light that dreamed in. She listened to them talk, noticing that Benny still seemed to be in a foul mood from yesterday’s little side events within the residence. Her eyes met Remus’s, and she watched him for a while with her gaze steadily resting upon his. Whatever she’d spotted in them the night before had seemed to gone away again. Not gone away, hidden.
“I suppose this is my cue to turn around,” she muttered as she rolled over again, this time putting her back against the two with her face forming the closet thing to a look of ‘goodness gracious.’ If Remus was here, he was here to tend the wounds that he’d been inflicted with by Dante, no doubt. And if he was looking at her, he was probably worried that she was clueless of what had happened to him and wished for her to not see. “Go on, pretend that I’m sleeping,” she spoke without any annoyance. Her voice was the still calm it was, good-natured even. Just tinged with a little more exasperation. “I won’t turn around.”
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Despite all of the images and memories that had haunted him the other day, he’d surprisingly fallen asleep rather easily. Of course, that had been after he’d sat on his bed with his head leaning against the wall as he pondered about the events to come along with that woman’s words. He’d fiddled with the key around his neck, playing with the cool surface of it for a while before he’d opened his eyes and… well, it’d been morning. He felt a short wave of dizziness fill his head and eyes as he rose to his feet, pulling himself away from the warmth of his bed.
I’m just thankful that I didn’t dream of anything, he thought to himself as he glanced over at the small desk next to his bed and stared at the glove that rested upon its surface. He slowly reached out to it and pulled it over his hand. The rest of his morning ritual was quite monotonous and redundant, since it was what he did any other day. Wash his face, dress up, and leave the room. He hadn’t tied his hair, but he didn’t really mind. After all, he did appreciate the much cooler breeze outside ruffling through his very pale strands.
“Well, if it isn’t for Snowy,” he heard. Whirling around, he came face to face with Nazareth, who had a small smirk etched over his lips. He was dressed in black, which was quite typical of Nazareth to do, opposed to Morgan who usually dressed in his white shirt and dark pants. “Going around sweeping away girls now, are we?”
“It’s Morgan,” he said as he smiled, holding back the urge to frown. “El-… She has some things that she needs to settle out, that’s all.”
“And yet you call her by her name,” answered Nazareth who’d obviously caught onto what Morgan had been trying to say before he’d reminded himself to not.
Morgan only tilted his head to the side with the same innocent smile settled onto his lips. “At least I have some friends to call by their names.”
He saw a vein pop in Nazareth’s head. “What did you say? I swear that I’ll pluck off all of that white hair you have and sell them off to some old grandparents before you say any more than that.”
“Don’t you think that black hair will sell better?” He asked, eyeing Nazareth’s inky locks. He couldn’t but let a bit of his old persona seep into his words whenever he faced the grouchy and petulant Raven. Nazareth, well, they hadn’t been on the best of terms, but had eventually grown used to the fact that they would have to continue and see each other. They glared at each other for a while, almost letting electricity spark out of their eyes before they turned on their heels and walked off to their usual morning routines. Morgan found himself opening the door to a room and realised that Sybil was already inside, dragging a chair out from one of the card tables and leaning back on it. “Good morning, Sybil,” he felt himself say as he entered, sighing quietly as he rubbed the back of his neck at the thought of Nazareth’s words. He’d realised that the Ravens were quite chattery when it came to gossip, and… well, apparently Nazareth had also heard from who knows which Raven. He noticed that she seemed to be eyeing him strangely, and he quirked an eyebrow in her direction. “Is there something on my face?”
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 1:27:09 GMT -5
( i dun want that to happen uh oh o>o alrightyyy i shall be looking forward to them c’x <3
LOL omg go morgan backlash, defend yourself XD go go go i choose you-…. wait this isn’t pokemon
hahahahaha C”x oh my goodness dear child go and SLEEP but then again i agree what is sleep do you eat it /shot )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 2:01:20 GMT -5
[ morgan just use the move tease and then digivolce to wait this isn't digimon ] [ Noo >:U I am gonna probably fall asleep but wake up in the morning like HELLO I have some energy stay up all night ]
Remus raised an eyebrow to Lenore and looked to Benny, just sticking his thumb out and towards Lenore as a silent gesture in asking what was up with her. But Benny just shrugged and silently got out the roll of chopped up bandages that he would plaster all over Remus's wound. "Is it at all feeling itchy?" Benny asked when he walked over to Remus, who had stepped more to the side now as he was aware of Lenore laying right there. She could easily turn around and see his wound, probably even make a big fuss about it. Remus puffed his cheeks slightly at having to talk about that conversation. But he slowly un-did his vest and dragged it over his head. "Kind of, but it still....stings" Remus said softly as Benny turned Remus's shoulder more towards the light of the window. The red skin was blotchy and still burned, but the dark outline of the Raven was never going to wash away. Most likely it would heal into some dark pink scar on his back that he would have to cover it up with some sort of tattoo. "Good that means the medicine is working" Benny said as he got out the burn medicine and a large wad of cotton. Drenching the wad in the obedience he began to slowly pat the cooling agent on Remus's skin, a hiss escaping the younger mans lips at the contact of the medicine and wound.
"Don't be a baby" Benny grumbled as he covered the wound slowly, not seeing to be in a rush at all to cover it back up. Benny had told Remus countless times that he wasn't his own gossiping maid to hide secrets to. Eventually the others would find out, maybe even ask about it in the future. BUt Remus would always refuse. "So I heard you sent out those letters?" Benny asked, causing Remus to turn his head slightly. "Yeah....the Crestle's responded almost right after they got it. They are up for the brawl of course but the other two didn't send their response until early this morning. But they all agreed at least. Now it's just the matter of winning this brawl in the first place" Remus said, directing more of the info towards Lenore then he was Benny. The larger man just grunted as he drenched the cotton again, pressing it into the burned skin on Remus's shoulder. "Who's gonna be fightin'?" He asked Remus.
"Morgan, Sybil-"
"I would be surprise if those two weren't the choices..."
"-and Eliza"
"Eliza? Who's that?" Benny asked and pulled the cotton away at the mention of a foreign name. "She's ah...she's a friend that got caught in the middle" Remus said. "But if she's not a Raven she-" Benny began but Remus made a series of tut tut tut noises and waved his hand. "Don't worry about it! The less they know the better. Besides she wanted to fight! Sybil is even willing to loan her a pair of knuckles for the fight" He said, shifting a bit so he could sit down on one of the beds, leaning over to rest his elbows on his knees. He figured Benny would be shocked but it wasn't the first time that the Ravens brought a outsider into a brawl. Heck, He has asked Arthur many a times to fight for the ravens when their big guns were down or if Sybil wasn't interested in the fight itself. Benny grumbled something low in his chest, looking down at Remus before letting out a long sigh. "You kids give me heart burns" He grumbled.
"Gasp! I didn't know you had a heart Benny! I thought it as just a organ that went bump bump from all the scolding and yelling"
Sybil had no idea she was even looking at Morgan when he walked in and only smiled a bit before waving her hand with a light giggle. "Oh no, nothing's on your face Morgan" She said softly and shrugged, catching a bit of tension from him. "You sleep well last night?" Sybil asked after a moment, letting the chair fall to all fours again so she could sit normally, crossing one leg over the other as she looked at him. "Cause you look like a rat crawled up your pants and bit you" She added, reaching across the card table to snatch up the stack of cards that rested there. "I mean normally aren't you the cheerful one in the room? You seem a bit....non cheerful. Non Morgan-esk...." She said, not really wanting to bring up the topic of him and Eliza but everyone was muttering about it. She couldn't help it really, she wasn't one for gossip but she just had to take the chance of maybe a little light teasing. Not like he had anything on her so why not? It would be as if they wee siblings and Sybil was just being the annoying little sister to the big brother.
"So I uh....I hear a lot of how you showed Eliza to her room last night...." Sybil began and couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her lips. "You and her holding hands all the way there, did you get a kiss while you were at it?" She said and smirked at him. It was just playful teasing, nothing serious! Plus she rarely got to tease Morgan, all of their conversations were always polite and it felt as if Sybil was forcing herself to act polite around him. She wanted to feel relaxed and at ease, so she would break the ice with a bit of teasing then. "I mean, I didn't see you guys at the end of the night but maybe you did get a little kiss on the cheek. Maybe a wink, a nudge? A flower crown?" She said and bite her bottom lip from a small wave of giggles that threatened to bubble out of her throat and into the air.
"I mean, I don't mean it in a bad way but I just want to know. Everyone is talking about it. Even Jackie down in the money box! And Jackie never hears about anything!" Sybil said and couldn't help but smile even wider at the man. She shrugged as she began to sort the cards in her hands with light fingers, the clubs and the diamonds and the kings set together from black to read. "But hey, I like Eliza so if you mess her up with mind games I might have to sit you down son" She said, lowering her voice and lifting her upper torso slightly like a man would with puffing his chest. "Gonna teach ya how to be a man" She said in her best guy voice before letting out a couple of short laughs.
"But really did ya get a kissy kiss?"
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