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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 16, 2016 9:44:08 GMT -5
( omg yas cx his reaction is probably going to become more flustered with every pereson flirting with himgood old nazareth. we should just write something where will and morgan get to dress in those fabulous pink suits and peeps flirt with naz. jk that would be disastrous.
oh lol cx
i'm typing up a reply right now but i'm still in the middle of writing it xnx i've been erasing it and writing it again cause gahh actions scenes are hard to write /flails i'll have it up as soon as possible x.x )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 16, 2016 10:56:04 GMT -5
[ Hey look page 9 No we have to have the pink suits somehow lol they have to wear them and Naz has to be flirted with so he can match the pink suits I don't know how it would work into the story but pink suits could be a thing lol ] [ Action scenes are hard, it's usually why I keep them short but I just have to go find a book on fighting phrases punch kick twirl leap dsakf You take your time ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 16, 2016 18:18:57 GMT -5
《 see this has to happen. like all of them will be in on it and poor Nazareth will just get more and more flustered and it'll be great. I also want these pink suits.
fight scenes are the worst. as in I love them but they're also so hard to write. so many things to keep track of.
take your time misc! c: 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 17, 2016 8:25:55 GMT -5
( whoa already page 9 indeed this must happen somehow. pink suits + flirting must happen somehow. i want to see those pink suits too pink suits shall be the new fashion trend
gah i knoowwwww. they're just so hard to write even though i love reading them too xc
fire breath electric breath blizzard breath weoirjeo
thanks guys ;u; here's the result of hours of redundant deleting and writing )
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"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!"
The taunt seemed to work, seen by the snarl that pulled at Gladys’ lips. She was restrained by the second male, whose wolfish grin did not quite leave his lips. His piercing brown eyes rested on Sybil’s much smaller form as if he were curious of her and how such a small thing could be a part of such a deadly brawl, though the interest was quickly demolished when the King next to himself swivelled around so abruptly. He brushed his short and unkempt brown hair out of his face with a small flick of his fingers. His mouth seemed to form the word ‘interesting’ before tugging back up into a confident smirk.
Nazareth watched, not quite unnerved, but not quite at ease, either. His narrowed eyes did not leave the form of the man with his tousled brown hair, or the other King standing next to him with his golden tail and very, very cold eyes. He would’ve smirked at her feisty comments and Gladys’ reaction, had he not been stuck in a situation where he found himself partially responsible for the wellbeing of Eliza and Sybil while trying to win the brawl unscathed.
It was then his attention was pulled away from the Kings and to the sole Dragon (with the mysterious girl next to him) who spoke of the rules. He sounded disinterested - even casual. Like he was informing a friend of something unimportant that they would catch on right away. His dark eyes never left Lu Tang, even as the Dragons jeered at the Rocks. The man was lean with his soot hair, though he knew better than to underestimate the Chinese leader of the Purple Dragons. No leader in an organization was harmless or innocent. No leader was weak. No leader could be looked at with amateur eyes.
"Whatever, get on with it! I wanna punch Gladys and kick at her dumb elephant ankles!"
By colors, he cursed silently in his head.
His head snapped over at Sybil’s direction, who seemed to have interrupted the leader’s words with her little outburst. Instead of hearing a roar of protest bellow around himself, Nazareth watched as all of the Kings - and by all he really mean every single one of them - turn their gaze to Sybil. He felt the hair at the back of his neck rise. It was as if he were watching some sort of twisted orchestra of royal puppets.
They all wore different clothing - all embroidered with jewellery or expensive items of clothing. They looked different too, even with their overall sharp features and high cheekbones. A regal atmosphere that rolled off of themselves, despite their wolf-like nature and their desperate lust for blood. He could take in as much. But their eyes were too similar. At that moment, they all looked callous with their glazed eyes and their blank stares. Like they were the Queen’s personal dolls. All dressed up richly, but all dead on the inside. All regal on the shell, but all rotten on the inside.
He watched tensely as the first male, the one with the golden tail, pointedly glanced over at Sybil before speaking. His clothing was embellished with gold, and an elaborate chain winded from his belt to the other side of the leather strap. His face was lean and cold, and something about his eyes were enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine. Something violent and savage took residence on those eyes, eager to claw its way out of his throat and tear apart whatever stood in its way.
“We’ll see if you can do what that mouth of yours says, Miss Sybil Rye.” His words dripped with venom. And there was something he said so low that Nazareth could only hear by straining. He felt his heart drop.
“If nothing happens to you, that is.” That was when the gun went off.
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It was a bloodbath almost immediately. As expected of from a hostile brawl as this one. His attention was drawn all sides - to the thug-like with his calm eyes and his slightly ragged look, to the greedy-eyed stereotypical Rock, to the nimble Dragons and their sly tactics, to the King with the golden tail, to that cursed Gladys. He slowly took a few steps backwards until he was alongside Eliza as he watched Sybil charge towards the centre of what he understood would be a theatre of blood. He didn’t bother to push the dark mass of hair that stuck to his forehead and plastered to his skin. Despite the disadvantage they were at with so many of their enemies seemingly aiming the Ravens, he was blatantly calm. Sybil - she seemed all right. So far, anyway.
Anyone could have expected him to mutter a small warning or some sort of tactic to the thief who had presumably (from all he’d seen and assumed) never involved herself in a mess such as this one. The girl who he’d noted to be well-mannered, quite kind, and dignified to a degree - much more than anyone in any organization would. Instead of doing what may have been expected from his demeanour, he only glanced over his shoulder, at Eliza with his dark eyes. And the smallest hint touched his lips. He looked better off with a smile than the scowl that obscured his face. “Don’t concern yourself with manners here. Give them all you have.”
“My, my. If it isn’t for Leo - you’re quite handsome with a smile. But why is it that I keep seeing that girl with her rags? I didn't know you had a taste for unattractive things.”
The crude voice didn’t seem to be something unexpected for Nazareth, who turned his head to give Gladys a sidelong glance. He watched her prowl across the dark, beaten floor with her golden hair bouncing at her every move, her narrowed eyes like living coals. Her smirk was terrible, displaying how convinced she was of her own magnificence.
She didn’t look magnificent to him. His smile changed into a smirk of his own.
“Actually I do find her quite attractive. She's everything you aren't.”
Her lips twisted to fit the monstrous soul beneath. She lunged in their direction with her nails outstretched.
He felt for the knife in his sleeve.
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Morgan watched with his hand tightly gripping his arm. The flurry of movement was almost horrifyingly fast-paced. Many of the fighters were the best from each respectful organization, after all - he hadn’t expected a slow, baby-stepped brawl. Yet here the players were on the board of chess, moving on the “mini game” as if it were some joke. A mini game that could cost someone their life. He prayed that it wouldn’t be a Raven’s.
His eyes narrowed the slightest bit and he sat straight with his pale hair pushed to the side of his face. The energy that surged through the fighters were dark - and it felt as if the darkness around them, the taut tension that seemed ready to snap in any moment, fed them. Strengthened them. He watched as Gladys barreled forward, kicking up water in her wake from the puddles. Leo. The old name Morgan had not uttered in years almost made his shoulders even more tense than they already were. If Nazareth had been bothered by the name he had been given before he had turned to the Ravens, his aloof eyes betrayed nothing. The dark-haired Raven dodged her grasp, only to be facing the golden-tailed King with his icy gaze. Even Nazareth looked faintly surprised at the Crestles’ insistence to take him out of the game first - but he had been a dog of the Queen before, as Morgan had himself. Gladys that that other man - they were new monarchs, but not ignorant ones. They knew who Nazareth was. They knew who he was. And they were hungry to bring them down.
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There was a bellow of curses from the spectators as Nazareth ducked Gladys’ blows and advanced straight at the Crestle member’s vulnerable flanks. The Raven wasn’t so leisure with his confidence, unlike the cold and prideful monarch. He deftly caught the woman’s jaw with his gloved hand, knocking the King straight backwards into the wall behind. His hand wrapped around her neck, lifting her clear off the floor. He could hear threats behind himself from the Crestle spectators. Unconcerned, Nazareth held Gladys aloft like she was nothing more than a rag doll. A small gurgle slipped out of the King’s mouth as her feet flailed to find a surface they could touch. She grasped Nazareth’s wrist, but she might have grabbed metal bar. Nazareth had no intention of letting go.
“Forfeit now and you can crawl back to the pit you came from, Kyneton.” He eyed the King with a small tilt of his head. He had no hesitation or empathy written on his face as his grip tightened around her throat. Gladys was a representative of the Crestles in this brawl - an enemy he had never liked from the very beginning and would cripple with the given chance. She was nothing less and nothing more. If Sybil or Lenore or Eliza were his enemies, if they were to betray his trust, he would do no different. Something in the dark, dark eyes of Nazareth said that he would be the same merciless fighter even if he were facing them, for if he were to raise a finger against them, it would mean that they had truly deserted the faith he had in them. “You’re not going to win this round either.”
“Should I be the one to forfeit?” The gasp came from Gladys whose lips curved into a grin Elvira would be proud of. Her parted lips revealed her sharp white teeth. “I admit it, Leo. You are a strong opponent. That is to be expected of a former King raised by Elvira herself. I cannot win you alone.”
Nazareth’s eyes narrowed. What was she playing at?
“That’s why we’re going to obliterate the three of you one by one.”
A parade of jeers and shouts and screams marched past Nazareth’s ears, but soon became broken static by the sound of the blood roaring in his ears as he realized what Gladys meant. What those mad eyes of hers told him. The Crestles hadn’t come here to the brawl to follow the rules, or to resolve the mysterious knot at hand.
They had come with the mindset to kill.
The starting tensions of a war had already begun between the Kings and the Ravens the moment Lenore had been shot and the necklace’s disappearance had been blamed on the Ravens. They were ready to engage in one, and they were not going to let a few traditional rules stop them. Not when the Rocks also had their eyes on the Ravens. Not when most believed that the Ravens were the thieves of the necklace. Not when they had such a grand stage prepared for them.
Too late.
Nazareth whipped around only to be facing the wrong end of a gun.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 17, 2016 10:53:38 GMT -5
[ It's hard trying to write them out and not repeat words, or describing actions. I tend to flonder in the action scene department ;c; let's all just make some author write this scene for us ] [ You did good Misc, it's so beautiful cries because we are all torturing our characters ] [ I might actually have an idea for pink suits and flirting. It might be super lame but we would get the pink suits and Nazareth getting flustered hehe ] [ THEY BROUGHT A GUN ]
Sybil didn't turn back when the pistol went off. Her eyes were pinned on the fighters that darted toward the middle. She darted right into that fray, her small form wedging between larger bodies until she felt her fist connect with someones jaw. And it was not a good feeling - for them that is. For her it felt like she just won a million Pounds. The fighter she had punched had been a dragon, Deshi stumbled backwards holding onto his jaw as blood spluttered down from his lips and mixed in with the rain water collecting at their feet. "Sorry not Sorry" Sybil said with a smirk as she ducked away when Jion made for a grab at her. She didn't try to dance around the bigger men, when she scooted back she went back as if she was knocking someone down. Her body pushed into someone else and her feet carried her back to Jion. "You little-" Jion started but Sybil didn't wait for his insult, her foot came down in his exposed area - steel shoes beating a man there was rather cruel even for Sybil. But this was a brawl, not a friendship circle.
Jion let out a loud howl as Sybil's foot made contact, her fist swinging upwards in a sharp uppercut made his teeth clack together and his head snap back. "Should have stayed in retirement boys" Sybil said and grinned, feeling pretty good.
That is until she was knocked down into the dirt with a elbow coming down on the side of her head. Her body hit the ground faster then she thought anyone could do. Soon she was muddy and a ringing went through her skull that made her teeth ache. The world tipped from side to side as she tried to get up, her eyes looking around for Nazareth or Eliza. But all she saw was Deshi trying to fight off a King, blood still dripping from his mouth from her punch. Sybil pulled herself to her feet, turning her eyes slighting to spot Nazareth fighting with Gladys. "Hey....I said I was gonna punch you first you-" Sybil tried to make out but a hand gripped her short hair, so basically she felt nails dig into her skull and drag her upwards like she was a rag doll. Right, Sybil was small then the rest. She was perfect tossing material.
And tossed her Jion did, right into another fighter who stumbled forward because of it. "You think you're all tough now uh? You have a knife tucked away in there so you can kill me like you did Georgie?" Jion hissed, stalking toward her. "Georgie? Don't tell me a grown man has the name Georgie" she mumbled, trying to get to her feet. The words of the one golden haired King came to her thoughts, and a scowl came across her lips at how angry she was at them. "Is that all you can do?! Make dumb jokes and hope that things turn out alright?!" Jion snapped as he grabbed Sybil by the arm and yanked her up. "It's the only thing I know how to do-!" She growled, once her feet were off the ground she swung them upwards and around Jion neck. Now Sybil was in no way really flexable. She could barely do a splits or even some fancy high kicks. But she could force her body to do some pretty steller things she has only seen in the old days. Back when Brawls were daily occurences.
Jion gave out a grunt of surprise as Sybil yanked his head to the side to toss him off balance, his grip on her arm weakened which gave her the chance to pull her body forward and onto his shoulders. He clawed at her legs but she was already wrapping her arms around his head and pulling backwards. "You should have told your friend..." Sybil hissed as she pulled back on his head, forcing his body to do the same as he began to stumble and slide. "That I don't play nice with people bigger then me" She pulled back sharply on his jaw, hearing the clack of his teeth once more before they began to fall. Sybil had to shift her body in a quick frenzy before they came down to the ground - she didn't want to get squished by this doofus - and at that time she let her fist come down on Jion's face once....maybe twice or thrice. By that time Jion was only a groaning mess, blood smeared her gloves and her chest hurt.
See? If she had more room in that infirmary then she would have taken down that guy - er Georgie - no problem and she wouldn't have needed to kill him. She reached up with her hand and touched the side of the head that Jion had elbowed, pulling away to see her fingers glisten in her own blood. "You got me good I can say that" Sybil said to the knocked out Jion.
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Remus had to watch all this from the stands. He had to watch Gladys come barreling toward Nazareth who had his back to Eliza. He had to watch Sybil run right into the fray ( idiot ) and come knocking heads with Jion and Deshi. His body tightened as he saw Sybil get clipped in the temple by the larger Dragon and get tossed around like a doll. "Nervous?" Tang said from beside him, only looking up when the Shire's came to sit on the other side of Remus. Great I get stuck between a rock and a dragon..... Remus thought and only offered Drusilla Beake and Nathanial Irving the smallest nods. "I'm fine. You should be the one that's worried" Remus answered and grinned when he saw Sybil move like a ca- well a very out of practice cat but like a cat - around Jion and pull the brute down to earth. Tang only had the corners of his lips pull upwards in a tight smile and shrugged. "I don't know Hawkins...from the looks of it I think these Kings are gunning for more then just a few drops of blood" Tang mused softly as he watched his own fighter Deshi move around the larger brutes.
Odd thing was that the Kings in the ring didn't seem interested in him. Nor did some of the Shires. He watched Deshi scramble back toward Jion when Sybil moved away, hearing Remus chuckle softly beside him. "She really does pack a punch for a pint sized girl" Remus mused, his icy blue eyes coming to look at Tang. And Tang hated that look. He hated those eyes looking back at him like he had already won. Remus leaned back in his seat slightly, hiding how tense his body really was. He didn't like the way those Kings were speaking to Sybil, even if he couldn't hear them from up here he couldn't help but tense slightly at the way that they looked. Remus didn't like the way Sybil now wobbled on her feet when she walked away from Jion. Where was Eliza? He had lost sight of her. He leaned forward slightly in an attempt to find his fighters. Only to be greeted by the sight of a pistol pointing towards Nazareth.
"How did he get that in there?" Remus said, his eyes narrowing when that gun was leveled with Nazareth's head. Which also brought to the attention of where the Crestle second in command was. Remus glanced down the row of seats they were sitting in, his eyes darting around to round up his own Ravens ( plus Will ) in the stands. "I don't know...." Tang said, sounding a bit surprised. And that was something since Lu tang was never surprised. "Do you know dear?" Tang asked Tiao Shi. The girl just shook her head as she watched the fight. Remus shifted in his seat and narrowed his eyes, the one pistol tucked and hideen beneath his clothes seemed to call his name softly.
"To be honest I thought it would be the Rocks pulling out the guns. Isn't that right Irving? Considering the little blonde did kill young Georgie" Lu tang said, talking right across Remus and to the man sitting beside him. Remus could only force himself not to scowl. "I do hope that your boy knows how to handle not getting shot" Lu Tang said with a yawn, only looking up to Remus to see if he could spot any discomfort in the mans icy eyes. But the look that came back at him was something different. Remus was looking at Lu Tang with a look that didn't spark fury or some kind of distress. It was a dark look that Lu Tang rarely got to see. Remus could only grin slightly, leaning back in his chair as he shifted in his seat. "I can only hope so...I would hate to loose him he was a expensive investment" Remus forced himself to say those words. He had to sound like he didn't care.
He was Remus Hawkins, the Phantom. The man with a plan. He couldn't let his wall of ice be broken.
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Sybil could see the gun too, and frankly she wasn't having any of that. No dirty King was gonna get the drop on her friends that was for sure. But she also had her eyes pinned on Eliza, remembering her promise to Will and how she had to keep it. And for some reason she wanted to keep it, she wanted to so badly not only keep it for the sake of protecting Eliza but for Will. She had made a promise and she didn't back down on her prmoises. Her feet carried her toward Eliza but her eyes went toward Nazareth. "I was gonna punch her first" Sybil muttered, her eyes going to Gladys who was held up like a ugly little doll by Naz. Sybil felt all sort of conflicted feelings, she could see the gun pointed toward Nazareth and she couldn't help but feel her feet go towards them instead.
But there was Eliza and she didn't want to loose track of her.
Eliza.
The Gun.
She felt her hand tug off the gloves she had been wearing, pulling off one of her brass knuckles. She should have known the Crestles would try something like this. They were murders that Sybil knew all too well. She should have warned Eliza and Nazareth that they might do this, she should have focused on the fight instead of....Will. Oh. It never occupied to her that during that ride here her thoughts hadn't been on the brawl at all but on Will. Sure they weren't good thoughts but his teasing had distracted her completely. He had made her fluster and bite back with bitter remarks. And it was only now that she decided to snap out of that trance? Why is it always you Gansey? She thought to herself, her eyes darting up for a split second towards the stands to try and find Will.
Eliza
The Gun
Her world still tipped from side to side like a seesaw but her gaze was on the person holding the gun. She tugged the brass knuckles from her hand, knowing that she would probably loose this set in the long run but she didn't have a choice. She would still have one for her actual punching arm so this wouldn't be that bad. Plus these things were kind of heavy so if she aimed right she could give Nazareth enough time to dodge or maybe use Gladys as a meat shield. Not like she could do anything else important other then be ugly ( Oooooo burn Sybil was gonna write that one down....if she could even write after this )
Eliza
THE GUN
Sybil tossed the chunk of metal towards the man holding the gun towards Nazareth, watching as the heavy piece of brass knuckles collided with....the back of his neck. Nice shot Sybil, wow. How can you even shoot a bottle off a fence? She turned around, ready to toss another pair of knuckles if need be but...
The sharp feel of something ripping through her clothes and skin kind of stopped her. It's funny really. How some things could come around to kick you in the butt. If her memory served her right, they had sent back Georgie with the knife with him right? It was what Edward had said when he came back...he had said that it was gonna be a message, that they should see how that Shire got killed by a simple kitchen knife. Sybil had forgotten what it looked like but up close, she remembered it now. She never noticed the carving on it though - it looked pretty cool too but...it would look better if it weren't buried in her side. She didn't even see who was holding it, her eyes were just pinned on the knife.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 18, 2016 21:24:28 GMT -5
《 working on reply, but I'm super tired so I think it'll have to wait til morning.
gahh fight scenes. more characters. more action. more things to keep track of. 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 18, 2016 22:25:34 GMT -5
( it's all right ulT take your time c:
i tried x~x SYBIL NOO
yes yes get those pink fluffy suits and flirting
THEY STABBED SYBIL. )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 18, 2016 22:35:44 GMT -5
[ looks up from Game of thrones book Oh look at that they did ] [ I don't even remember most of the names I put for some of these dudes gah ] [ quick everyone do something really mean to your characters, I'll start ] [ I should probably go to bed but south park ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 19, 2016 21:25:40 GMT -5
《 Sybil? Nazareth? stop hurting my precious children nooo
also I want to hear this idea for pink suits... 》
The second the gun went off, the brawl exploded.
Eliza hung back, trying to assess the situation, as if she could analyze into making sense. To predictability. But it was pure, unordered chaos - to an outsider like her. They all seemed to get it, the flow of these things. People would be pounding on each other one second and then have each turned to fight others the next. Some were more obviously targeting others - and it seemed as though the Ravens were the common choice. The Ravens including herself, she thought as one of the brawlers rounded on her - the Shire she didn't recognize. The fighting style was familiar though - hard hitting and brutish. He swung at her and she sidestepped, driving an elbow into his side as she passed him by, heading closer to the crowd. The last thing she wanted to do was let herself be isolated.
She didn't make it quite back to the others, however, because suddenly there was another Shire in front of her. This one she knew - the head of auburn curls and hard chiseled jaw and tattoos peeking out from his collar, and a pacifist’s eyes (Eliza was starting to think she just had a thing for soft eyes) deep blue and unending (though warmer colours were more her style). James Finch. Not earth-shatteringly handsome; he had a crooked nose and scraggly stubble, something between a farm boy and a born thug. He swung at her, throwing what would've looked like a solid punch to the rest of the world. If he'd been trying, however, he wouldn't have missed. She threw her punch, aiming for the face, which he caught easily. “Eliza?” He questioned under his breath. She blinked her affirmation. “What are you doing here?”
“Fighting.”Same as you, she didn't say. Because it wasn't the same. She'd volunteered; she doubted he'd had the same choice.
“Is…” He shoved her back, faking another few moves, which she blocked instinctively. “Is Will with you? Is he okay?” There was such concern in those eyes.
Eliza didn't answer at first. She wasn't sure she could. She trusted Jamie but… Will was a traitor now. That put both of them in a bad position. Still… she nodded briskly, almost imperceptibly, and Jamie's whole face relaxed. ”Thank you,” he said. When she threw her next punch, he didn't block, and her brass knuckles collided with his cheek. Her eyes widened fractionally, but he was already staggering back. He'd let her hit him - let himself be pushed back into the throng, where he was now fighting one of the others (not Sybil or Naz) and clearly not holding back.
Speak of the devil - she glanced at the Raven as he looked back at her. Eliza blinked, nodding. All she had - how much did she have? She wasn't really a brawler - an okay fighter, maybe. But this… She'd expected it, but it was still different seeing it in person. It didn't matter.
She'd give them all she had.
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Will had been to brawls before countless times - though he'd only ever fought in one. This time was scarier than any of those other times by sevenfold. He wouldn't have even been afraid to admit it were it not a certain indication that he cared. Because he did. He cared very much, now for not only one person in the ring but two. His sister and his best friend (arguably only true friend) were both down there, and fighting for opposing sides at that. If either of them were hurt…
Jamie would be fine. The man might’ve been an irritating pacifist to most, but he knew how to pack a punch when he needed to. He'd been the one to teach Will how to fight, and later Eliza as well. So he was confident in his friend. But he also wanted his sister to come out of this unharmed. And for Eliza to be unharmed, Jamie would have to be taken out and… there was no perfect outcome.
His eyes jumped around the ring, trying to keep tabs on everyone at once. It was impossible, with all that was going on, but he did manage to keep an eye on Eliza at least. Will watched as Gladys of the Crestles stalked over to Nazareth and his sister, sneering one of her usual snide remarks - the exact words were lost in the flood of noise from below. Whatever it was, Nazareth seemed to put her in her place and then… And then the man shoved her back against the wall, hand wrapped around her throat. Will would have been impressed had he not seen what happened next coming. Of course Gladys wouldn't take on the Raven and his sister alone. She was doing what she was good at; being a distraction.
The other Crestle had a gun. Of course, he should've been a little more suspicious at the utter lack of searching people for weapons that had occurred. Not when every other group was after the same target. The pistol was raised level with Nazareth’s head. Eliza was frozen, staring between the two frantically. A gun changed everything; brass knuckles and steel-toed boots were nothing compared to a bullet. She couldn't make any move against the man with a gun - not when she could just as easily end up with a bullet in her brain.
Sybil didn’t take the same moment of hesitation. He watched as she hurled one of her brass knuckles toward the man, striking him in the back of the neck. It was the distraction Eliza needed; the next second she was lunging, trying to knock the gun out of the Crestle’s hand. But Will could hardly watch his sister anymore. Not when he caught the flash out silver out of the corner of his eye.
A knife. Thrown by Jamie. It struck Sybil in the side, and Will felt every muscle in his body tense. There was a knife in Sybil’s side. That wasn’t… That wasn’t supposed to happen. The one truly enforced rule was not to kill in a brawl. Sybil should not have a knife in her side. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes cutting to Remus beside him. Call it, he begged silently, trying to meet the man's eyes. Whatever you've got planned, call it now.
But instead of blue his eyes met near-black, and Nat Irving gave him a smile that couldn't be described as anything but predatory. Of course. Of course Nat had recognized him. And of course he'd come for revenge - in more ways than one. Punish Sybil, for what she'd done to Georgie. And punish him, for not dying - because Nat wanted Jamie punished for a life-threatening injury.
But Jamie had a good aim. He knew where to throw to miss the vital organs, right? He'd missed them, he had to have. Will’s grip on the umbrella tightened until his fingers were white, and he prayed he could hold onto the contents of his stomach.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 20, 2016 11:38:31 GMT -5
[ why must math kick my butt every time gosh darn it ] [ it's only going to get worse to the children hahahaha ] [ Well the idea is kind of stupid, at least to me but it would be about how this duchess of the Queen or something is like going to have a child but they don't know if it's a boy or a girl so they are throwing a ball or something and the guys have to wear pink suits ( if the child was a girl ) and the girls have to wear blue gowns, and it could be a part of the letter that tells them to steal jewels or whatever from the queen for not getting the necklace. ] [ I just came up with it in the middle of the night once and thought "Hey that would be funny" xP ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 22, 2016 6:18:15 GMT -5
《 ohmygod I was so tired last night. ran a 4k race and then went to the barn and then fell asleep at like 9:30 rip me I like that idea a lot actually. sounds like it could lead to some funny situations and flirting but also legit action so yeah sounds cool 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 22, 2016 9:53:58 GMT -5
[ Oh man that does sound tiring ;c; here lies Ult ] [ Oh phew that's good I didn't have any other idea that could involve a pink suit otherwise lol ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 23, 2016 18:34:27 GMT -5
[ I'm gonna be a bit poofy for these next few days cause college fair warning ;w; ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 23, 2016 19:05:42 GMT -5
《 no problem, bee. college takes precendence.
thank god it's the weekend; I can finally catch up on orphan black and sleep 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 23, 2016 19:06:42 GMT -5
[ If it weren't for the weekend I might die because I can't handle another topic on colors and what they do ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 24, 2016 10:22:28 GMT -5
( the idea sounds wonderful. that should definitely happen cx
i cannot run even if my life depended on it. i swear. i can't even walk up a few flight of stairs without being out of breath and just sweaty. that's amazing ult and tiring goodness i can't even imagine take as long as you need bee ;; i'm pretty busy right now as well because my SATs are in.... 6 days. 6. days. oh my goodness someone take me away in the abyss of darkness T___T aaaaa i'm typing up a reply right now but it may take a while longer ;c;.... i'll try to post it soon sorry guys x~x )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 24, 2016 13:22:41 GMT -5
Ew SATs nasty I only took the ACT but then again these SAT tests might be different idk The abyss of darkness is closed until further notice. You take your time too Misc, it's fine I may or may not have just woken up
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 24, 2016 14:04:08 GMT -5
《 ahh SATs. take your time misc.
lol it's okay I'm not actually a good runner. I like running but I'm slow as molasses.
I'm assuming that they don't already have pink suits lying around - which means a necessary shopping trip. even better if it's totally last minute to make the "mission" more difficult 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 24, 2016 14:12:46 GMT -5
[ well Remus might already have a pink suit I mean They go on a ****zy shopping spree for pink suits I can see it now lol it's genius ] [ I can barely walk, running is too much work. Unless it's across a football field then I guess I have to for the sake of reaching my dot on time with short legs]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 26, 2016 20:33:44 GMT -5
《 true. but would remus turn down the chance to go shopping?
I'm so confused; somehow I have a giant papercut on my finger but I have no recollection of getting it. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 26, 2016 21:06:31 GMT -5
Of course not, the man is a shopaholic Maybe it's a paper cut ghost that just gives people paper cuts for no reason, and makes them think the paper cut came from no where
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 27, 2016 17:40:03 GMT -5
《 tbh I feel like all these characters would have great reactions to shopping
Well I have been rereading ACOMAF I bet I cut it on those Tamlin chapters... 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 27, 2016 19:17:25 GMT -5
[Each page cuts a little deeper with those chapters] [ My reading has been really slow lately and I don't know what's happenin' ;c; ] [I don't know why but I feel like most of the guys would love the shopping more then the girls ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 28, 2016 20:23:01 GMT -5
《 They hurt me. literally. Don't worry, that happens to a lot of people. Me included. You just kinda get burnt out... What helps me is either taking a break from reading or trying something completely different from what I usually read (like a contemporary or something)
Honestly they would. I know Sybil would be totally not into it, & I can't see Lenore as one for shopping, & Eliza would be that efficient, get-only-what-you-need kind of shopper. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 28, 2016 21:26:23 GMT -5
[ The pain burns deep ] [ I'm thinking about taking a break, but a more controlled break since every break I go on could last like months. And I got a mountain of books to break through. the struggle of withdrawal ] [ the girls all waiting on the guys outside some suit shop waiting to go home lol I can see it ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 29, 2016 21:13:16 GMT -5
《 But on the other hand there's Rhys which definitely makes up for it
I usually say I'm gonna do that but then I end up wanting to read too bad. Also there are so many books right now. & coming out soon. I keep finding books that aren't supposed to be released yet; it's very strange.
The guys look for fashion & the girls look for places to conceal weaponry. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 30, 2016 18:25:21 GMT -5
[ The medicine that makes up for the darn cuts ] [ I wish I found books that aren't out yet. I can't wait any longer. And I am tempted to preorder so...many. cries a waterfall ] [ lol the guys asking the girls if a pair of pants make them look slim or not. ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 2, 2016 8:46:20 GMT -5
《 Can I just have a Rhysand please?
Same. Why must all the books come out at once?
And the girls get exhasperated with them but secretly don't mind. That much. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 2, 2016 20:48:30 GMT -5
[ please S.J Maas. Please ] [ It's just torture ;v; ] [This needs to happen it just needs to. Shopping with the Ravens ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 3, 2016 20:32:27 GMT -5
《 I know
Gah. I hate colds. Literally everyone at my school is sick right now.
Oh it will. 》
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