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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 3, 2016 5:24:22 GMT -5
( thank you bee ;~;
yess please call them by the way is the weather over where you guys live going bonkers by any chance? it rains for five minutes here as if the whole place is going to drown and then it suddenly stops. it’s really weird ._. )
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He wasn’t quite certain when his gaze had turned to the small window next to his head after sending his gruff companion a look of faint amusement, though he found himself staring out at the rain which filled the small cracks of buildings and slithered through the cobblestone in a thin river. Had this mini trip not been a delivery to what could potentially turn into a massacre, he would’ve pondered a little more upon Nazareth’s small gesture of amicableness or just let his thoughts drift away with the droplets that streaked down the window. But all he could think about was the brawl that would soon take place, and how Nazareth and Sybil and Eliza would be their representatives. Had he mentioned that Eliza would be one of their representatives? He wasn’t certain of what the Kings and the Dragons and the Shires would bring, but whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good. He rubbed his thumb over the back of his gloved hand at the notion of the other organizations. Their wrath would be stinging, and he understood that they would not hold anything back this time.
It was then Morgan felt someone’s eyes resting on him, to which he responded by glancing back at whoever was watching him. He blinked when he found himself facing Eliza’s green eyes, which seemed… well, he couldn’t quite put his finger on whatever emotion lingered in her gaze. It seemed like she wasn’t angered at him any longer - but it looked as if she wanted something from him. He couldn’t respond fast enough, however, when he heard the knocking of the driver and saw the door open, revealing them back to the cold, raining morning. And he felt Sybil shove past him, causing him to retract his legs as a result from her suddenly leaping out of the carriage like that. His attention hadn’t been focused on the interaction that had gone between Sybil and William - so he wasn’t quite certain why she’d seemed so eager to push past him and hop onto the wet streets. It didn’t bother him, though, in all honesty. He wasn’t troubled by these things - in fact, he’d found these hurried gestures to be quite normal until he found himself in the Ravens.
Nazareth, on the other hand, only pointedly glared at Sybil’s back when she shoved past him, though there was a glint to his dark eyes that made him look much more softened than what those unfamiliar to him would think. His thoughts seemed to be similar to Morgan’s - worried and reluctant on the idea of sending Sybil and Eliza out into the brawl. The dark-haired man didn’t move for a long time either until he grumbled a: “Keep the jacket for now. Give it back to me later,” and left the carriage as well, but not before electing to toss Morgan a short and furtive glance.
Rising from where he’d been sitting as well, Morgan hopped off the carriage, though he turned around and silently offered Eliza his gloved hand, along with a familiar curve of his lips. He’d recognised the small look in Eliza’s eyes earlier in the carriage. Was it odd for him to say that he was rather familiar with that indescribable look in someone’s gaze? When she took his hand, he helped her down (he was already aware that she really didn’t need the support from what he’d seen and come to believe), though his soft grasp didn’t loosen immediately. Instead, he gently pulled her close to himself as he noticed it was taking a longer time for some of the Ravens to reach either one of them, with one chasing around Sybil and the other hastily making their way towards Lenore who seemed to converse with them. If he was conscious of how close Eliza was he didn’t show it.
Before one of the Ravens could approach them with their umbrellas, since some of them looked desperate to avoid the gigantic puddles that had formed from the dips of the street and thus took more time to reach where they stood, Morgan’s hand tightened just the slightest bit around Eliza’s. Perhaps it was because of the glove, but his hand was warm despite the biting cold of the air. “Don’t worry too much. You’ll be all right,” he murmured quietly with the smallest hint of a smile. “I’ll be by your side before you know it.” He’d never liked stating things that could turn out to be devastatingly false from the beginning. He wasn’t someone who knew everything that would happen in the future. For him reassuring someone with those words was like promising them their safety and their well-being - something that he understood that he would not be able to keep at every single second. But this was Eliza he was dealing with. Somehow, he felt that he would be able to keep his word. He had to.
His kind gaze, which was free from showing any hint of apprehension, lingered on hers for a while longer before he released her hand as one of the Ravens approached her to shield her from the rain. Already his own pale hair had started to loosely curl over his cheeks, plastering against his forehead and hanging over his eyes in moppy strands of silver. His simple attire, which consisted of a loose black shirt that was tucked into his slim trousers, hung against him from the rain. His sleeves, which were pulled a little far back from his thin wrist but not past his elbows, felt heavier from the water that soaked them, and the key around his neck felt cold. It was quite visible now since his shirt revealed a small portion of his collarbones and the color of the object contrasted sharply with his own pale skin.
There were no rules in the brawl, despite its exterior tradition. They hadn’t followed the rules before for a long time, and with all the tension in the air, they wouldn’t this time as well. He wouldn’t, either.
As he held himself against the hostile tension that filled the air, Morgan’s attention trailed off over to Lenore. He’d briefly spotted his slightly older companion getting off of the carriage she’d been in after ducking her head politely to Remus who held the door for her (he wasn’t quite certain of what she’d said, probably a ‘thank you’ considering the situation). She looked more alert and sharp than before, despite the air of calm tolerance that encircled her. It seemed like she’d noticed the subtext of the uneasy air that came from their surrounding, though it didn’t seem to be bothering her too much. Then again, who knew what Lenore Ellison was thinking? She seemed to find something in the shadows, and for a brief moment, he saw a frighteningly chilling light in her eyes and followed her gaze to spot Lu Tang and Tiao Shi. Nazareth didn’t look too friendly either, with his frigid gaze as he eyed a few of the individuals who watched them. The top of his white shirt was wet, though that looked like one of his last concerns. He wondered what the two felt - did they feel as if they were being cornered by lions? What kind of emotions were there past their external composure?
Maybe he’d be able to find out if they all survived this ordeal.
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“Yes. I see. And they’re all there now. Though it is a shame that Elliot won’t be a part of this little feast.”
Her golden hair was piled high on her head in a tumble of curls, and her smooth, unmarked skin could be seen under the amber glow of the chambers. It was late morning now, though the clouds that hovered in the air obscured the time. Jack’s eyes grazed over her, noticing how her dress, a flowing river of black and gold, seemed to be cut particularly low. His eyes narrowed as a surge of jealousy washed over himself. Was she trying to tempt him - or the King of the Crestles who’d been foolish enough to choose Gladys and Vincent together as a pair for the mission? Gladys was deadly and dangerous - those who crossed paths with the sadistic member of the Crestles were unlucky and would be unrecognizable the next day, beaten and tortured. But she was reckless and impatient, moving too rashly without any sort of restraint to hold her back and remind her of the circumstance she was in. Vincent had been a solo worker for a long time and was unfamiliar to the rest of the Crestles. As calculating he was - there was no way he would’ve expected Gladys’ spontaneous and unpredictable temperament, nor would he have been able to restrain her antics. The current King was an imbecile - he had no attention span long enough to even know the strengths of his own soldiers, always eager to return to his mistress’ chambers. The thought made Jack’s jaw tighten.
For a moment, her eyes, so dark that he could sink into them, rested on Jack. And when Elvira Mavis Renaud seemed to read his mind, her fragile lips curled into a smile. His heart tightened. How had this Elliot managed to stay with Elvira without being tempted? He’d heard how about the young man - he was quite infamous among the Crestles, after all. The ruthless killer who’d been the Queen’s right hand and the King’s shadow. The host of massacres, the thief of lives. Elliot had been quite the sight, as the others put it. But Elliot had never, from what Jack had also heard, turned his attention to Elvira herself, who was only slightly older than he was. He’d been infatuated with someone else - someone who’d stood out from the Crestles and had been an eyesore for the Queen. Now, he’d heard that Elliot no longer existed - that he’d been replaced with a kind spirit who went by the name of Morgan. Jack’s lips curled in distaste. To think that a proud lion had changed into a desperate crow with a broken heart.
“Hawkins has had a great amount of time on his hands to plan a brawl, don’t you think?” Elvira’s curled lips remained, and her eyes glimmered as she walked over towards where he stood. “Perhaps if one of his little Ravens hadn’t murdered that poor Shire, the brawl would’ve been enough to subdue the others.” She chuckled and caressed his cheek with her slim hand. “You did well, Jack.”
He ducked his head at this. “All I did was let the Shires know where their prince ran off to and create a few rumours, my lady.”
“Look at every war, every fight that has happened, Jack.” Elvira’s cold hand pulled away from him, though her smile remained upon her lips. Her hands rested on top of each other in front of herself, and her eyes hid thousands of secrets that he could not dare to pry into. She tilted her head to the side as she glanced back out the window, to the rain droplets. “People are quick to believe - and their beliefs have gotten them nowhere but to a field of blood. The same will happen to the Ravens.” She smiled. “Where will they fly off to when they have no wings?”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 3, 2016 18:30:05 GMT -5
[ Gahhh I have a bit of a reply typed up but it won't be up until later tonight work got me by the hair literally oh jeebus ] [ It's actually really nice today, barely any clouds I wished it was raining ]
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 3, 2016 18:55:41 GMT -5
[[ I also have part of a reply done which should be ready tonight. my attention span is awful.
weather here's been good. little chilly this morning (yay fall) but otherwise not bad at all ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 3, 2016 21:12:46 GMT -5
[ Same my attention is like mush. ] [ It's getting colder here too, the corn fields are ready and they got pumpkins already set out for picking. I can smell the pumpkin spice lattes which wouldn't be bad ] [ But anyway fall, one more step to Winter snow snow snow snow ]
Remus glanced upwards at the fierce gazes pinning onto their forms. It was tense alright even with the dripping cold rain beating down on them. He gave no intention of being nervous, instead he met their gazes with a easy smile and a calm look to his eyes. He could tell his other ravens were getting tense, looking at their enemies and being so close had their feathers in a bunch. But Remus just grinned at them, at the Dragons and Kings and Shires. But the anger coming off the Rock's was like fire, burning holes into them and wishing they all burst into flames. He could feel Sybil try to wedge herself further behind Remus, those eyes went right to her small body when she even stepped out from behind someone. This tension was odd, even for a brawl. Then again the Rockshires did wake up to Remus's little surprise this morning so he could only guess that was what set them on edge. "Boys" Remus said, somehow his voice was able to be heard above the patter of the rain against their bodies. The Purple Dragons only grumbled in response to his greeting, shifting around on their feet and glaring at him. They had every right to do so.
The Purple Dragons are the kind of people who are easy to pick out from a crowd. Unlike the Black Ravens where black and red with a splash of white was their whole color pallet, the Dragons choose to dress in any bright color they could grab their hands on. It came with the perks of controlling the harbor and the shipping stations. The finest things to come were theirs for the taking and what they liked they took. Easy as that, Remus should know. He was presented with loads of options for suit fabrics and tailors ( You could say that the Purple Dragons were the start of his bad obsession with suits ) and he got to show off the look to the whole city. But then again the Purple Dragons had this weird thing where they didn't allow those who had different colored hair in the gang. If you wanted in you had to have BLACK hair. And yes that meant that Remus's scarlet locks were indeed smothered by either funky dyes or even coal and soot. It was bad for his hair and it honestly made his eyes brighter then they should be.
But that was the rule, maybe it had to do with Kian's heritage to Asia or something. Who knew. But it was just a rule that they had to go by. Every gang had that sort of odd rule or required need. For example, the Black Ravens only let those who had experience of dealing with cards, gambling history, or had knowledge of working in a tightly knit gang. And had to be good with mixing drinks, that was a must. For the Rockshires well Remus could only guess that you had to be a scumbag to join but that was what he thought. Surely Will would know what it was. And the Crestles um...kill someone? Who knew, it surely had to be something disgusting and horrific. "Nice weather we have here for today" Remus said, his eyes trailing up toward the stands were he could spot the thick coat and over coat of Tiao Shi and Lu Tang. "Don't feel up for saying hello Tang?" Remus called up to the man.
"How dare you speak to hi-" A dragon began from where he stood, a scar crossing his face as he moved forward but stopped by two factors. Tang holding up his hand and the ravens next to Remus moving forward slightly, looking ready to just fight in a big old brawl themselves. But what made the dragon flinch was Remus laughing at him, like he was a puppy barking at him. "Calm down Jion, you always get so hyped up at the worst of times" Remus said. You would think that Remus would forget the faces and voices of the previous gang, but he remembered every single one of them. He knew what they looked like and how they talked. So hearing Jion's voice here was no surprise. The man was a heavy hitter, probably fighting with either Deshi or someone small that countered his heavy frame. "Don't say my name you crow!" Jion snapped, his angry eyes pinned onto Remus who was smiling back at them with a smugness to his eyes that just makes you frustrated. Like nothing chipped that shell around his cool persona.
"Raven. You always had a problem telling what animal from what." Remus said, only seeming to make Jion's anger worse, but Tang stood from where he was, holding up his hand once more. "That's enough Fa. Don't feed the birds." Tang said, his voice echoing down to the rest down below. "Why don't you come and join us up in the stands Hawkins. Let your friends prepare for this brawl" Tang responded, gesturing to the spot next to him. Sybil tugged on Remus's sleeve for a moment, gray eyes looking back up at him and frowning slightly as if she wanted to voice some concern. Remus raised an eyebrow towards her but when nothing came out of her mouth he simply patted her shoulder and gave a reassuring grin. "You'll be fine..." He whispered. Odd. Sybil never got nervous before a brawl, in fact most of the time she would be jumping off the walls and getting pumped. But now she just looked a bit...frazzled. Like her mind was somewhere else and not here.
That was not reassuring on Remus's part.
It wasn't reassuring for Sybil either. She felt like eyes, well the Rockshires eyes, were pinned on her form. Once Remus even shifted out of the way her eyes met with some angry gang member. Usually she would meet that gaze with a similar glare but her face didn't pull into a snarky grin. Instead she just let Remus move away from her and towards the stands with those that weren't fighting. She found herself not being ready and excited, she only....dreaded it. For the first time in a long time she started to notice how much bigger the other guys were. How much stronger they were and how she was just a girl that was already beaten purple from ONE MAN. If the other Rockshires were as strong or as big then she didn't know how she would fair. What if they knew she was the one to kill the attacker? How would they know? The only other people who knew was Will, Remus, and Lenore. Plus Benny and Harold and Edward but they would never squeal.
At least to her knowledge they wouldn't Harold loved gambling too much to risk being dragged to the basement and beaten like a piñata. And Edward well....Edward was Edward. Noah would bash the man's head into the wall before he could even gasp a name to a Dragon. Edward and Noah were close, really close. Like brothers. Edward the quirky fun time and Noah was the 'Buh I don't wanna make friends but I guess'. The more you know. Or at least to distract Sybil from the eyes. She couldn't look like a wet dog though, she didn't want to seem guilty. That she was already breaking under the pressure of having to protect her friend and punch Gladys in the face. In face seeing the woman's toad expression made her skin crawl and her blood boil.
She was gonna punch her face so hard that people will wonder if she got in some accident. And it would look better then her current undamaged face.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 3, 2016 22:53:21 GMT -5
[[ fall yes winter no ]]
Eliza’s heart rolled to a stop at the same time as the carriage. She sucked in a sharp breath, which she quickly tried to conceal with a cough. Fear coursed through her, heart beating a fraction too fast - no, charging ahead like a hound at the races. She kept her composure, staring straight ahead as Sybil climbed over her and the others in her rush to get out of the carriage. She would not be afraid, she would not be afraid -
Nazareth’s grumbled reply broke her from her thoughts. She blinked, glancing at him as he got up from his seat to leave. “Pardon? Oh - right,” he meant the jacket. Eliza nodded. ”Thank you Nazareth.” She wasn't entirely sure he'd heard her, as he'd been on his way out. She hoped he had; somehow she figured that Nazareth was the kind of person who didn't get thanked very often. The kind of person people would assume wouldn't do anything for someone without expecting something in return. It wasn't true - at least, from her experience with him, which really hadn't been all that long.
Before Eliza could move Morgan had stood, stepping out of the carriage before turning to offer her his hand - the gloved one, same as always. She rose to her feet, taking his gloved hand in her own without a word and allowing him to help her down. She didn't need it, and she was pretty sure he knew that, but neither of them said a word about it. ”Thank you,” she told him in her usual soft, silvery tone. She expected him to let her go there, but he pulled her toward him, so casually that she might have missed it happening. They were close; Eliza was well aware. Close enough she could've picked his pockets bare without too much trouble. She'd swindled more than one man in a similar position to this - she felt a little regret at pickpocketing honest gentlemen like that, but they all had to do what they had to do in order to survive. She certainly wasn't thinking about pickpocketing Morgan at the moment.
At his words she blinked, something inside her feeling warmer - comfort. Eliza stared up at him, entirely unsure of how to respond. It was exactly what she needed to hear - no, what she'd wanted to hear. She wasn't supposed to need this; she wasn't supposed to need anyone but herself. And his reassurance guaranteed nothing. Eliza knew better than to think everything was going to go perfectly just because he'd said so. But it felt good, so good, just to be comforted a little. She squeezed his hand, running her thumb over the soft leather - it was smooth, buttery; she loved the feel of leather - tracing abstract circles until she caught it's edge, brushing the skin just underneath and stalling. She still wanted to know what was under this glove, why he hid one hand. “You always say exactly the right thing,” she murmured. “Thank you, Morgan.”
Eliza cast him a final look as she slipped away with the other Raven, who was shielding her from the rain - not that it mattered too much; underneath Nazareth’s jacket her clothes were already fairly drenched. She gave him a slight smile and a nod - but her eyes were caught on the key peeking out from his wet collar (she definitely did not take any note of the way his wet shirt hung on him, no, nope, she did not notice). Just another of his little mysteries. She turned away, following the hidden Raven over to the others, letting Morgan trail behind.
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Will was the last to leave the carriage - he did have some manners, after all, which had him refraining from climbing over everyone else for a second time. Besides, he wasn't exactly sure what awaited him outside the carriage - word of his being with the Ravens had undoubtedly spread by now. The Shires obviously knew, based on the assassination attempt of yesterday, but he wouldn't be surprised if the Kings and Dragons knew it too. Even if they did, him being here was a statement. He no longer belonged to the Shires.
He stepped out into the street, and immediately gave an awkward cough at the sight that awaited him. Will had prepared himself for a crowd of angry gangsters and crime lords, thugs and brawlers. He had not prepared himself for this; his sister and Morgan Seymour , holding hands and standing far too cozily for his liking, talking in hushed tones to each other. He coughed again, this time much more pointedly, as he shot Morgan a look - if the man even noticed. Will turned away promptly and marched off towards the others, suddenly considerably less concerned about the other gangs than some of the members of the one he currently seemed to be involved with.
Will grimaced as he spotted Lu Tang up ahead, Tiao Shi by his side as per usual. The Purple Dragon likely had not forgotten his actions toward his group the night of the party, when he'd shot at them in order to let the Ravens - and his sister - escape. He grabbed one of the concealed Ravens by the arm, halting them and beginning to peel off their scarf.
”Hey-” Will clapped a hand over the Raven’s mouth. The boy underneath couldn't have been more than fifteen - or maybe he just had a young face.
”Sorry, sorry. I'd rather not get paid back a bullet by Mr.Tang at the moment,” Will told him, wrapping the scarf around his face hurriedly. He grabbed the hat off his head and set it about his own. “I'll give these back later. Much obliged, my good fellow.” He nodded to the boy, taking the dark umbrella from his hands before proceeding inside. Despite the hat and scarf and umbrella, he still ducked his head a little as he passed the Dragons. Curse his long, thin limbs and dark green suit, making him stand out amongst a crowd. Will halted by the group of Ravens, staring out at the assembled gangs like the others. He paid no attention to the tension between the Ravens and Dragons. No, his eyes wandered to the Rockshires of their own accord. And he froze.
The Shires two fighters were in the ring - their party already up in the stands - identifiable by the black ink on their forearms. The head of a horse in a stylized celtic design, bowed like the knight’s chess piece. Rockshire’s mark. More like Alexander Beake’s way of branding his belongings. Will had the same tattoo, his higher up on his arm. The first of many. Ink was customary for the Shires; accomplishments, status, betrayals, contracts - marking it on flesh made it permanent. The first fighter was a hulking guy named Crawley, who made up for his lack in height by being built more akin to a bear than a human being - as Will had expected. The second fighter was not a brainless wall of muscle, like he'd predicted, although the man was clearly well built. He looked a little scary - what with a considerable amount of ink on what small amount of skin was left exposed, a short mess of dark curls and a stubbly jaw. James Finch. Will's best friend.
Of course. Of course Beake would pick him. It had been no secret that they were friends. So while Finch might’ve done nothing wrong, Beake would've had no problem punishing him by sending him to the brawl - most likely after a couple punches to get things started off. It was just another way of trying to get at him.
There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't talk to Jamie before the fight. He couldn't talk to the Raven's fighters, because what would he say? ’Oh, hey, watch out for the tattooed Shire - he's my best mate.’ That wouldn't end up helping anyone. He knew Eliza already - he hoped she remembered him, too. Nazareth could easily handle himself. But Sybil… she looked tense. Off, if he knew her even the slightest bit.
Will paused, glancing from her to the retreating forms of the other Ravens. Nothing he would say would make her feel any better, right? Still… before he'd even worked out what he was going to say, he'd caught her elbow. A moment of awkward hesitation as he scrambled for something to say (could she even tell it was him with the scarf and the hat? Stupid question; she knew the suit). ”You still have to teach me to shuffle.” He said, somewhat lamely. And then; ”Y’know, you took down a man twice your size yesterday by yourself. This’ll be nothing. But holler if you need a distraction from the stands.” And then he ruffled her hair - he didn't even think about it, her hair was just that perfect, short length to tousle, and well… He pulled his hand back abruptly as he realized what he was doing, going ramrod straight. He turned around and marched right after the others, not looking back until he'd slid back into place among the spectating Ravens.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 4, 2016 14:29:45 GMT -5
[ Swible and Morgzilla are getting into motion. The ships are preparing to set their cannons ] [ But the snow and and the cold Fall is the sweater season, my season to break out my hoodies at last ] [ I'm gonna be really slow with a reply cause my hands found a drawing and I keep getting distracted, I got one sentence and I'm gonna wait on Misc for this one before we start the beating of characters gonna George RR martin them except they live ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 5, 2016 8:46:27 GMT -5
[[ yes they are cx
but I don't like the cold. or the snow. snow means shoveling driveways. but fall - mmm chai tea lattes and cozy sweaters and orange leaves and good books and and and - I love all the seasons except for winter
and yes yes, we'll wait for misc c: ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 5, 2016 11:07:10 GMT -5
[ Closer and closet haha ] [ Aw. I don't have a drive way so I don't know the pain of shoveling. But Winter is my place for books, thick blankets hmm. Fall is nice too. summer is nasty ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 6, 2016 18:00:21 GMT -5
[[ but anytime is my time for books tbh
speaking of books... I just got the new Throne of Glass & will hereby be indisposable to rp until I have finished. which will be like a day if I have it my way because I am seriously fangirling right now. currently making a tea latte and then am going to go read the hell outta that thing ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 6, 2016 18:47:08 GMT -5
[ I have yet to buy it //emotional break-down// I'm heading to the mall soon to pick some stuff up and that book is like number one on the list ( besides my shampoo bar of course ) ] [ Go, read like the wind. I can't start reading it anyway until I finish another book that another favorite author of mine released. Too many authors releasing books in the fall, not enough time or money ] [ But now I gotta get the new ToG book in hard cover, so it matches the rest of my collection ( excluding the two paper backs I got because they cheap *coughcough* ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 8, 2016 15:43:47 GMT -5
[[ ah yes, you should definitely pick it up. it's very good so far (deceptively long, too. it's actually almost 700 pages) same. I have assassin's blade plus the first two in paperback, but HOF and QOS in hardcover so I needed this one for my collection. I have ACOTAR & ACOMAF in hardcover too ]]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 8, 2016 18:43:04 GMT -5
( guys i'm so sorry for not replying for a long time thankfully things are finally starting to look up over here so i think that i can write on my computer freely now i'll have a reply up as soon as possible c: once again i'm really sorry for keeping you guys waiting ;; i don't think that family issues have been this messy in a while )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 8, 2016 20:18:23 GMT -5
[ I'm going to be heading to the mall soon with my sister ( cause she wants manga and I have to make sure it isn't some bad stuff ) but I'm gonna be picking that book up. I have ACOTAR in paper back, and I don't have the Assassin blade one yet. Because the other books beg to go home with me But I am defiantly going to be looking for it when I go ] [ If you ever read George RR Martin's Sword of Storms you would be glad for those 700 pages. Martin's books are like thousand some pages long /dies/ ] [ Misc there's no need to say sorry, you had stuff to work out in your family. Take your time, really. I understand issues within the family, so take your time. No rush, we will still be here c: ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 8, 2016 20:48:16 GMT -5
[[ assassin's blade is definitely worth the read at some point. ACOTAR... I love the ACOTAR series, debatably even more than TOG after ACOMAF. & I love long books. EOS is just printed on this like super thin paper - I'm kinda scared to rip the pages tbh - so it looks short.
Misc take your time. I don't mind waiting at all; you figure out your family stuff & do what you need to do. we'll be around when you get around to replying c: ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 8, 2016 20:56:38 GMT -5
[ I plan on getting AB but maybe after the TOG series is done, like I did with the Lunar Chronicle books. ] [ I just love the covers they have for the TOG series. How on side it's awesome assassin gear and on the back some fancy dress. I didn't figure that out until I organized my bookshelf observant] [ Maybe it's a trend in thick books to make the paper thin. Which only makes me scared to read it, I don't wanna rip my babies ] [ I would play some cool Disney son like a Tarzan son or Mulan Misc because why not ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 10, 2016 18:19:02 GMT -5
[[ oh my. that book was... intense. now I have to wait a whole year for book six though.
actually though the feels are killing me right now *sigh* ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 10, 2016 19:30:32 GMT -5
[ I GOT IT. HAHAHAHA. I panicked for a hot second when I went looking for it cause it wasn't with the other books but I saw it on the top shelf of the new releases ( which wasn't fun I needed a step stool, 5'3 man ) ] [ And I may or may not have spoiled myself with two mangas but who cares ] [ I'm scared now .-. I can barely handle reading my current book and I'm only 4 chapters in. Now I have to brave through my current one to get to the EoS ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 11, 2016 12:20:31 GMT -5
[[ nice c:
watchu readin' right now? I'm done with EoS *sobs* so I've gotta find something else to read. ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 11, 2016 16:54:06 GMT -5
[ I'm reading Recreated, the second book in the Reawakened series by Colleen Houck. The feels from the last book make me frightened to read this one internally sobbing ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 12, 2016 20:19:43 GMT -5
[[ hmm never heard of it. I'm currently reading The Call by I'm-not-even-gonna-try-to-spell-his-name. & after that I thibk I'll finally get to reading the sequel to A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab because seriously. VE Schwab's writing is amazing & dark & brutal ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 12, 2016 21:39:44 GMT -5
[ I have heard about The Call, I was thinking about buying that when I had went to the book store but would have ended up buying like $70 worth of books and I need money for other stuff first ;c; I've never heard of A Darker Shade of Magic, but it sounds like a good book dark and brutal are my cup of tea ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 13, 2016 14:09:08 GMT -5
( thank you so much guys. it really really means a lot ;_;
dark and brutal are definitely my cup of tea as well. i must check this book out )
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He didn’t even need to turn his head around to spot Morgan and Eliza talking together in hushed voices; he could already see them in a sidelong glance. They were rather close, Nazareth mused to himself before he turned his head away, leaving them to whatever they were talking about. He didn’t need to be the one who interrupted the small moment they were having - he would rather not, really. It was then he heard a cough - a pointedly done one at that - and glanced over at William Gansey who looked quite cross with his eyebrows slightly pulled. Protective older brothers, Nazareth found himself thinking again with a touch of exasperation before he shook his head to the side and allowed his focus to return to what was happening around himself. He watched the familiar bunch with narrowed eyes and a small huff underneath his breath - but not one of disappointment or annoyance as most people assumed.
There was Remus, who seemed to “pleasantly” converse with a few of the Dragons and Sybil who looked paler than paper at the moment, which was very pale indeed. Then there was Eliza who seemed to cast a final look at Morgan (it must’ve been his imagination that her gaze seemed to linger on his soaked shoulders) and the pale-haired man himself whose gaze lingered upon Eliza’s form for a while longer before turning to the approaching Kings. They all looked unsettled - not even the seemingly nonchalant William Gansey who paused to tousle Sybil’s hair. Hold on. Gansey ruffling the Raven’s hair? Nazareth wasn’t quite certain of what to feel - was he supposed to conceal his amusement in a veil, or was he to feel a sense of disapproval? Sybil did look unnerved to some degree - there was nothing wrong with a former Rockshire trying to reassure her, was there? Nazareth lowered his head and allowed a small sigh to escape himself. Then again, he wasn’t someone who kept track of the little romances going on between the people around himself. He certainly wasn’t planning to become one, either, and therefore turned his attention back to where it had been in the beginning.
He counted the others (they were quite easy to pick out now that he thought about it due to the color of their hair) once more before he felt his muscles tense the slightest bit. Where was Lenore? His dark eyes caught the sight of the lithe Raven standing at a distance from the familiar bunch with a few other people who he recognised as the Kings - specifically the ones he recognised to be the people he’d come to despise. They didn’t seem to be sharing the best conversation, either. It had been a while since he’d seen the dark eyes of Lenore Ellison glimmer in such a manner and her lips remain in a pursed line.
Tilting his head to the side, he lightly touched his own gloved hand before allowing his usual scowl to settle back onto his face once the former Rock sunk into the crowd of spectators.
“Snap out of it,” he muttered underneath his breath as he snapped his fingers in front of Sybil’s face. “None of us have the time to daydream.” He indicated the small crowd of people with a small jut of his chin. “They’re gathering us over there.” His dark eyes traveled over to land on Eliza, and he felt a small twinge of relief despite himself. She was fine as well. No one had tried to stab the mysterious member of the brawl out of the blue. No crazy King had twitched a finger to bring her mortal harm.
Nothing had gone wrong.
Yet.
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Under the calm the Ravens were playing off there was no doubt an air of uncertainty and apprehension that kept their shoulders tense and their smiles much more unnatural than usual. Morgan was no exception either, with his red-golden eyes flickering and his gloved hand anxiously tightening and loosening repetitively a few times. It was strange how Sybil wasn’t yelling at the other organisations either with her usual spirit. In fact, she looked nervous. Worried. It only managed to draw out concern on Lenore’s part. Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when she heard a voice that cut through her mind.
“Your little blonde friend seems to be scared, Ellison. I can’t blame her, though. She’ll be facing me and I won’t let her off easily. In fact… I might as well just kill her here. How would you and your precious little Hawkins take that in? Of course, if you beg on your knees and apologize for what you did I might let the girl go.”
When Lenore glimpsed to the side she caught sight of a familiar face. It was one that she did not want to see at the moment - actually one that she preferred to not see for the rest of her life. Gladys Rutherglen Kyneton stood to her side with her thin, delicate hand resting on her waist. An umbrella shielded her dark garment from the rain, and her golden hair was propped on her hair in decorative yet simple curls. Her chillingly pale eyes, blue and almost milky as if she could not see anything with them(then again the girl literally was blinded by her own pride and greed), gazed straight at her with a contempt he could not quite describe. Her attire was one that would enable her to move freely without restraint, indicating for sure a second time that she would indeed be a part of the fight. So who was the other contestant?
“Gladys,” spoke Lenore simply in greeting, though her smile said otherwise. Her dark eyes never quite left the King’s form.
The girl sneered with her blue eyes glittering viciously. She looked hungry. Her hands curled and uncurled, revealing her long nails that she no doubt also used as a weapon. Her garment did not hold any place for her to hold a weapon, and yet… Lenore knew better than to think that the Gladys would have nothing up her sleeves (quite literally at that, too). “I’m quite curious. How is your arm doing? Does it feel better now?”
A small throb ran through the bullet wound at the mention of it. It had already faintly been taut, stretching and constricting uncomfortably every time she moved her arm. Mentioning it did not seem to help. Her eyes did not betray her discomfort, however, as she allowed the smallest hint of a smile to touch her lips. “Quite all right. And you, Gladys? How is your pride faring?”
Gladys’ shoulders stiffened at this and her lips curled into an ugly snarl. Those words Lenore had spoken had been nothing but a childish jab - yes they had slipped from her perhaps on a whim and not really after thinking - and yet they had worked to provoke the girl. For a moment her beauty was obscured by the curl of her lips and the gleam of her white teeth, and she was about to leap at Lenore with her nails outstretched. Fortunately, she was restrained from doing so from a cold voice that came from behind, stopping her before she could even step into the Raven’s personal boundaries.
“Gladys. I advise you to remain where you are.”
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Despite the atmosphere and the tension that strung his muscles taut, he almost felt his ears turn red. He’d been fine when Eliza had nodded and smiled in his direction even with the pressure that seemed to weigh them down. He’d also been fine when Eliza’s eyes had rested on the key that hung against himself, since it was something not many would be able to decipher. In fact, unless they were close to Elvira, they probably wouldn’t even think about the meaning too much. But when her green gaze seemed to linger there on his form for a tad bit longer, he glanced down only to see that he really was nearly completely drenched. And the thin cloth didn’t help him either; it clung to him and his arms, seemingly plastered down. That had caught him for some reason.
Not to mention how her thumb had brushed against the skin just underneath the glove’s edge and had lingered. The very thought left him with butterflies gyrating in his stomach. Goodness, no one had ever done that before. And he certainly hadn’t been prepared for it, either. Although… he hadn’t exactly disliked it, either. He’d been expecting himself to retract at any contact very close to his hand, but for some reason, he hadn’t. In fact, he’d stood there blinking his red-golden eyes as she murmured her gratitude.
It was then he heard a sharp voice ring out through the air from an angered Dragon who seemed to be glaring at Remus.
“Don't say my name you crow!”
Apparently, his attention wasn’t the only one the call had gotten. Morgan spotted Lenore glance around to see what the commotion was about through the deadly silent morning, as well as the strangers who presumably had been speaking with her, though nothing none too pleasant he assumed. He recognized Gladys almost instantly - how could he not when she was… well… Gladys? - though the other faces were a mystery. A few of them were hidden from the shadows of the cowls that were over their heads, so he could not make them out clearly enough to point them out. And it had been a long while since he’d last been with them next to their side. He wasn’t sure who had survived and who had not.
There were two men, however, who caught Morgan’s attention. They both stood behind Gladys, and they both…
Morgan felt his shoulders tense.
They both had very, very mad eyes. The first one was tall and lean with a golden tail that rested against his neck and trailed down his back. He carried himself with a certain air of arrogance that Morgan understood that not many could copy - less they had a fine reason. This man, with his smooth clothes and velvet jacket, seemed to have one. For a brief moment, he felt the man’s cold eyes turn on him. Even with the distance, he could feel the heat of this man’s glare, though he could not fathom exactly why. All he knew was that he had never felt so much hatred from a person he’d never met before - or maybe he had never bothered to notice it before back when he had been with Elvira.
The other one, whose lips played a lazy, wolfish grin, possessed piercing brown eyes that flashed with what could only be lust for violence and madness. He had short brown hair that was tousled and unkempt, disheveled as if he’d passed through a hurricane, and yet it still seemed to suit him well. It was obvious that every time this man moved, Lenore would react in a way he wasn’t familiar seeing, either. Her dark eyes usually held a particular calmness and mystery that he could not imitate, though now, they only seemed to flicker with anger.
Next to himself, his gloved hand tightened. Perhaps it had been his imagination but for the briefest moment with their sharp eyes and the intense clarity they held, the three almost looked the same. No, he realized. They did look the same. A small thought passed his head at the sight. Could he still make that expression?
He watched as Lenore spoke something in their direction (including Gladys, who glanced over at the two fellows with her then back at Lenore) before turning away. He couldn’t exactly make out what she’d said, though just from the tone of her voice, it left no room for contest. Their small conversation had ended. And just like that, the anger in Lenore’s eyes vanished, leaving her back to how she had been. Unnervingly placid and impassive, mischievous and distant.
His own eyebrows furrowed together, though he did not allow his mind to dwell too much on what he’d seen. He pried his gaze away from his lone companion and glanced over at the stands. He felt himself scanning over the people just to see if he could catch another glimpse of Sybil and Nazareth and Eliza, though with the swarm of people and different organizations, it was a little more difficult. Sighing quietly, he slipped back into the crowd of people and made his way through. Unsurprisingly it didn’t take him long to reach the stands. He hadn’t even looked over to see who he’d ended up standing next to.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 13, 2016 16:19:56 GMT -5
[ It's nothing friend c: ] [ Dark and brutal with a cookie on the side ]
Sybil was fine with the catch of her elbow in his hand, his words were awkward and lame - so for William Gansey nothing out of the normal. It was tousle of her hair that caught her off guard, that one gesture made her skin prick suddenly and the hair on the back of her neck stand even if she was soaking wet. She kept her eyes on him as he snatched his hand away, like he too was surprised by the sudden gesture. It surprised them both, she guessed. She tried to open her mouth and speak, but she just found herself staring after the man to the stands with Remus and the rest. It wasn't until the snap of fingers in front of her face that she came back down to London. She looked up to Nazareth when he spoke and flushed slightly, thankfully it wasn't that much of a change on her face considering how cold it was and how red her cheeks were already. She nodded slightly and - for the first time ever - didn't bark some dumb retort or comment. He was right. She had no time to think about what could happen and the all the bad stuff in between.
Get a hold of yourself Sybil she thought to herself. She probably looked like a scared little kid to the rest - mind you she was 18 and a grown woman er sometimes - and totally out of character. She needed to look tough, and she needed to show these mutts that Ravens are the real predators to this fight. So she rolled up her sleeves, ignoring the slight throb of pain from the bruises lining her skin, and walked toward the rest of the fighters. She only ever glanced back once, a small look over her shoulder toward the stands before looking up to her enemies. Sybil Rye was no chicken. So she punched her knuckles into the palm of her hand when they were all centered together with the rest of the fighters. "I thought this was gonna be a brawl not a tea party" A Dragon mumbled from her left. She turned her attention on him and raised a eyebrow with a wicked gleam in her eye. "If this is a tea party then we are in the right place than. For all I see is a bunch of girlies with their knickers in a bunch" Sybil responded, earning a growl.
"Don't feed the birds Jion" said a voice from beside the large Dragon, a man with wet black hair and a emotionless mask. He was lean, and as Remus had guessed not as heavy built as Jion. The dragons were predictable when it came to fights, they loved setting up combos that would compliment each other. "Deshi? I thought you retired?" Sybil asked, raising an eyebrow towards the man. "I decided to come back for this one fight considering the circumstances Raven" Deshi responded. Now unlike the other Dragons, Deshi seemed to be the only Dragon that didn't harbor deep hate for the Black Ravens. Probably because he was the type of guy who didn't care most of the time, or was a complete diva. "What circumstances?" Sybil scoffed as she looked to the Rocks and Kings, ignoring the deadly glares. "I think you know why. This brawl will not end without someone being stabbed and killed" Deshi said nonchalantly like it happened every day.
True, Sybil did kill a Rock and that was a huge offense. Punishable by well death. An eye for an eye. But Sybil didn't plan on serving time for the death of a little pebble. "Whatever. Let's get to fighting already!" Sybil said, her voice ringing out above the rubble of rain against the ground and the soft chatter from the spectators. "Are we gonna chat all day like a bunch of ladies? Or aren't you guys here so we can beat the snot out of ya?" Sybil went on, doing her usual bantering and taunting. Of course.
Remus could only grin at the sound of Sybil's voice coming out above the sound of rain. Good. For a moment he had thought the girl was in some sort of shock or fog that would prove her downfall. But it seemed to be gone with a little bit of Gansey to clear it all up. But Remus had to make a note to smack Wills hand away next time. Remus might be a simple Raven that lead a lot more smaller Ravens but he considered Sybil as a sister. And just as William will look over his sister, Remus will with his. But Remus was a lot more 'I'm going to smack you if you touch her again' then clearing his throat.
Remus was seated next to Lu Tang, his eyes going down to where Lenore was and for a moment tensed at the sight of Gladys and two bigger brutes from the Crestles standing behind her. "Nervous Remus?" Lu tang asked, not in a mocking tone but purely curious. Remus shook his head and watched as the fighters were rounded up in a wide circle, but cut off by members of other gangs to keep any of the fighters from trying to break a run for it. "Not at all. I trust that they can handle themselves. I am surprised Deshi is in the ring. I thought him and Jion called it quits" He asked but Tang shrugged his shoulders. "They wanted in for this one. It was a request that they did" he answered.
"Oh? by who?" Remus asked as the others sat down, shifting slightly as someone sat next to him. His blue gaze was pinned on Lu Tang so he didn't really get to see who had taken the seat next to him. "The Kings...apparently the Rock that was killed was a friend to Jion and Deshi...along with some of the Kings down there" Lu Tang said. Remus was almost shocked - almost. "Really? I didn't know this Rock had so many connections" Remus muttered. "I didn't either but I suppose he had certain ties to the Crestles that I had no idea of. Same with the Dragons." Lu said and sighed softly.
"I have to say though, I am a little worried for your friends. Should have let the Rock just kill William Gansey" Lu said. Remus could only shrug and sighed softly. "I wasn't in control of that...Sybil doesn't like the Rockshires all that much considering...you know" Remus said. Of course Lu Tang knew. It had to do with the blondes father. He was killed on a job by a certain group. "I thought she was over that?"
"Over watching a group of Rocks kill her father? Lu tang could you get over that?"
"With a cup of tea and a bit of lunch yes"
"You disgust me" Remus said and scowled slightly before looking down to the ring. Sybil was glancing around the tight circle before scowling at the Kings and once more her voice rang above the rain. "OI! Gladys! I'm gonna punch you in the face first for what you did to Lenore! And then after that, maybe it will look less like a donkey kicked you!"
Same old Sybil down there. He could spot the small blonde facing toward the Kings, seeming to be glaring toward Gladys and her hands already fisted. "Wild card isn't she?" Tang said and grinned. "At least she isn't a bumbling lizard with a small brain" Remus countered. Now the two were sounding more like how Will and Sybil were but without the secret affection that Remus was sure was there. Instead they sounded like siblings bickering. "Shall I announce the rules or shall you?" Lu tang said as the rest of the second in commands were sitting down on the other side of the dragons. "Go ahead friend" Remus said and huffed, looking down to the ring. Lu tang nodded and pulled on a well crafted smile.
He stood from his spot, the umbrella moving with him and Tiao Shi standing beside her leader ( to be honest Remus forgot about Tiao until Lu tang stood, she was staring at him with those creepy doll like brown eyes - ew ) and Lu tang spread his arms open wide. "Welcome friends" Lu Tang said as he looked to the group below. "It's been a while since the last brawl hasn't it? Oh well never mind that. I am sure this will please us all. Now I don't think I need to go over the major rules but since some of you are dumber then a box of rocks..." Lu Tang let the sentence trail out so the Dragons around him could chuckle at the pointed jab toward the Rockshires. "I will go over them once more. No one is to step outside the ring of men around you, any one member from the team of the gang will be counted as forfeit and a shame to his gang and honor. No guns are allowed, no knives or daggers. But if you can sneak them in then it's fair game."
"But NO KILLING. If you kill anyone then you are to be treated as such as an act of war and will be....disposed of"
"Whatever, get on with it! I wanna punch Gladys and kick at her dumb elephant ankles!"
"Sybil be quiet...." Remus responded, Sybil only huffing from where she stood. Lu Tang only grinned before letting out a chuckle. "Yes well...the last gang member or members standing are the winners and receive the earnings of the brawl. Thank you to the lovely Lord Beake for the use of his races. Yada yada yada and so on" Lu Tang waved his hand slightly - and for a Dragon he certainly acted like he owned this place, which wasn't out of the normal - and a member from the ring lifted a pistol to the sky. "Try to end this as quickly as you can people. We do have a game to play..." Lu said, once more reminding everyone of why they were here. "Now ready, set....get busy people"
And for a split second the air was silent, a glass window blocking out the world was shattered when the pistol rang. And Sybil broke through the barrier with that bullet, and into the fray of quick chaos.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 13, 2016 20:34:59 GMT -5
[[ hey I might not get a reply up tonight. my muse is a little fried from the horrible french homework I had to do tonight so many accents to type egshhfhy tomorrow may not happen either. but I'll do my best.
A Darker Shade of Magic is really good. It's fantasy set in parallel worlds - all which have a different version of London - & the main character is one of the few who can travel between them; naturally, he also smuggles illegal artefacts between them and has a really swaggy magical coat. But my favourite VE Schwab book I've read is Vicious.
also I want to propose a campaign to make Nazareth involved in a romance. just because he said he doesn't want to be cx ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 13, 2016 20:43:56 GMT -5
[ That's alright Ult I know the pain of language typing Latin haunts my dreams every night ;c; You take your time and beat that French homework I may or may not be recovering from an anime break down because it was really good but it's over ;x; ] [ That sounds cool, like a weird Doctor who kind of thing but brutal and darker. I'll have to look for it when I go shopping which may or may not be this weekend. I don't have a problem ] [ I second that notion, right now I second it. The reasoning is enough for me to say Aye ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 14, 2016 14:26:50 GMT -5
( Ult take all the time you need. seriously. we understand c: latin and french homework... those sound... very painful x~x which animu bee?
ooo that sounds interesting... i must see if it's in the bookstore near my house. swaggy magic coats are the best. all right that's it i'm just gonna go right now /dashes
nazareth??? whoa that was rather unexpected haha aye the reason shall be declared valid cx though i have no idea what kind of poor soul would be patient enough to be with him )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 14, 2016 20:08:09 GMT -5
[ Tiger and Bunny and I am just sitting here wanting to talk about how wonderful it is but no one has seen it so I must suffer in silence *cries buckets* ] [ If you let me loose in a bookstore I may or may not spend my whole paycheck on books ] [ AYE it has been decided. Nazzy will have um...uh who gonna get paired with Nazzy ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 14, 2016 20:53:06 GMT -5
《 oh god me loose in a bookstore. disastrous.
lol like not a serious romance. I just wanna see someone flirt with him and then he'd just be like... no. idk I find random things way too amusing when I'm tired.
working on a reply now but I probably won't finish it tonight 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 15, 2016 10:29:22 GMT -5
[ Can we all just have the girls flirt with Naz so he gets all flustered Lol oh Nazareth ] [ I swear never leave me alone with books I will leave with like three hardcovers and some paperbacks if the world allows it ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 15, 2016 22:04:32 GMT -5
《 lol everyone should flirt with Naz
let's play spot the Hamilton reference jk 》
Will was glad for the scarf wrapped around his face, the umbrella shading him and the hat pulled over his golden brown curls (though he usually disliked wearing hats immensely) for several reasons just then. Firstly because he wasn't sure he wanted to be recognized at the moment, not when the atmosphere was already so tense. Not when he really had no secure position here; Remus could have brought him along just as easily as some sort of bargaining piece. No one among the Ravens would miss him. And he didn't doubt there were people in attendance at the match who would bargain for him, for whatever means they meant to attain. He was fairly sure that wouldn't work out in his favor.
But more prominently because he didn't think the expression he was currently wearing fit the image he'd tried to establish. As in, his cheeks felt hot, and given the less than pleasant temperatures outside that meant he was probably blushing lobster red. Internally he cringed, the action replaying in his mind. Why would he ruffle her hair? Oh god, she already thought he was a thoughtless womanizer, but now he'd probably made her legitimately uncomfortable - which, despite his ceaseless teasing and flirting, he had no intention of doing. To her or anyone one else. Will wouldn't lay a hand on anyone unless he was confident they were okay with it (well, unless he was fighting; he didn't often stop to ask permission to punch someone). But it had just kind of… happened. Like it was as natural as breathing - until he'd realized what he was doing, of course.
He shrugged it off as he subtly tuned into the conversation going on around him. A pair of familiar voices rang in his ear, and he tensed. Remus, of course, and Lu Tang. Lu Tang who Will had shot at a few nights ago. He knew better than to expect the man to be anywhere near friendly with him. Not to forget that he and Remus Hawkins shared ranks among the Dragons and Ravens, respectively, that had been similar to his own within the Rocks. And now, well… Will no longer held that rank, which kept him safe in a sense from those rivals. But he hadn't lost his enemies.
He didn't react as the men mentioned his own name - he was well-trained in restraint in that sense. At the mention of Sybil, however, he couldn't help the quick glance to the side. What did Sybil have to do with the Rockshires? He'd assumed that she didn't like him because of his reputation, and no one liked the Rocks (he hadn't liked most of them when he'd been among their higher ranked) but… was there more to it? Remus’s next words confirmed that suspicion. Will's stomach lurched. Her father . How long… how long ago had this been? It had to have been before he'd been anything important within the Rocks, right? Because he didn't remember anyone by the name of Rye - he would've remembered…
Will's eyes flicked to the small blonde i question, watching as she shouted threats at one of the Crestles - the only other female in the ring besides Sybil and Eliza. Tang’s words had him tensing again, almost bristling. He didn't like the man's tone. Sybil was probably better than Tang’s own pair of trained monkeys - Will had seen her fighting skills with his own eyes. Eliza, too, could hold her own (she'd beaten him once when they were sparring for practice), though it had been a while since he'd seen her fight. As nerve-wracking as it was for him that she was down in the ring, he was confident in her skills. And from the looks of it, brawls were not unfamiliar to Nazareth. Even if it might be six to three… with whatever trick up their sleeve, the Ravens might have a chance.
“Pardon me,” Cooed a new voice. Will stilled, bidding himself not to turn his head - he knew that voice. Knew who it was who sidled into the spot on Remus’s other side. He looked over despite himself, taking in the man in the slick suit, only a year older than himself but sharper, as if he'd been carved by an unforgiving hand. The smile that cut across his lips was equal parts charm and threat, almost lupine, reflected in his deep brown eyes. Drusilla Beake, quiet as ever, stood by the man’s side. Nathaniel Irving; Nat.
William Gansey’s replacement.
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Eliza stared out coolly at the other fighters, trying desperately not to feel like a fish out of water here.
She was a fish out of water. She was not a brawler, not like the opponents that were now glaring back at her and the others as they waited for the fight to commence. She wasn't even an actual member of the Black Ravens. But she knew how to be one, she realized. She knew every skill that was required to be in this ring; could fight, could thieve, could scheme. So perhaps she was not a fish. Perhaps Eliza was a frog out of water - fully capable of functioning out of her water, but always intending to return to it. And that's why she was here; to clear this all up and get back to her water, her world.
She didn't join in on the taunts being tossed back and forth between the brawlers, which Sybil was spitting like sparks from hot flame. Instead Eliza just tipped up her chin, putting her focus into steeling herself for the upcoming fight. She was fierce, untouchable. She'd passed Nazareth’s jacket off to one of the waiting Ravens, who had somehow been stripped of their simple disguise. Her eyes scanned the group assembled before her, assessing her opponents. The pair of Dragons were stark contrasts - no doubt meant to compliment each other in a fight. The Crestles looked vicious, like they were there less for the sake of winning than merely the chance to spill blood. And the Rocks… she paused, the surprise flickering briefly on her face before she mastered it. The first Rockshire was some greedy-eyed mugger type, a predictable, stereotypical Rock.
But the second was… she knew the second one. Jamie; her brother's friend. The one who'd taught her to fight. She'd had a horrible crush on the man at the time - she'd been only thirteen or so - and had probably been an embarrassing blushing mess, but he’d been chivalrous enough not to comment. And he was looking back at her, expression unreadable. Did he remember her? Yes, she thought, he probably did. He looked kind of thuggish - built-strong and naturally a little rough around the edges - but she remembered he was actually very calm. Reserved, a quiet sort of intelligence. He didn't talk much unless he deemed you worth talking to, Will had told her. He'd talked to her back then, because he was his best friend's sister.
Eliza looked away. Whether she liked it or not, she'd have to fight the man. He may have been nice to her before, but neither of them had a choice here. If he didn't fight her, his people would punish him, and if she tried not to fight him… He wouldn't hesitate to knock her out. Probably as painlessly as possible, if he was anything like what she remembered, but knocked out nonetheless. It didn't matter.
She listened as Lu Tang recited the rules, exactly as she'd heard from the other Ravens these past few days. But she also knew well enough that their recitation was no more than a formality; aside from the no killing rule, it would be pretty much anything goes. Eliza scanned the audience as he finished, casting a final look at her brother and the Ravens in the stands before the start.
Lu Tang raised his pistol to the sky. She turned back to face the fight.
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The gun went off. The brawl had started.
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