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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 12, 2016 10:39:18 GMT -5
( O____O oijoeiwe9@I;2'23euwetttthhhhaaaannnnkkkkyouuuuuu aaaaaaaa
andohdearthankyouagainhaha yes will's pose is very will ccx i know the baes look pretty different like i said remus' hair man. i dunno why but i always thought that it was kinda long like that XD but i'm glad that you like theeeemmmmmmm oekreorkwe;lkjeoriwjer that's such a relief TvT
no problem-o take your time c: )
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 12, 2016 12:41:25 GMT -5
[[ can you spell 'procrastination'. gahhhhh
I'll get around to replying today. I will. ]]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 12, 2016 17:31:00 GMT -5
[[ omg I wrote a reply. but now it’s dinnertime and I gotta run ]]
Eliza prepared herself for Marjorie’s strike, ready to dodge, to block - any way to keep the woman back, knife away from her. She’d already slipped once - the sting in Eliza’s shoulder proved that. But overall she was holding the other woman off well as to Morgan’s instructions. Marjorie herself was so far unharmed, and therefore - since Eliza was - she was the only one to blame. She braced herself as the woman charged, eyes wild - something about her seemed very… unhinged. Broken. Time in the Underground could do that to someone. It did a lot of things to people - made them money-grubbers and thugs and immorals. Rarely did it leave people unscathed - only one of the many reasons she’d clung to the fringes all these years. She didn’t doubt it had changed her anyway. She wasn’t the same person she’d been at twelve years old - although who was? She liked to think that she’d fared better than most.
Eliza braced herself as Marjorie charged, her grip on her knife tightening. She was ready to fight - as much as it was fighting while trying not to hurt the other person. She was ready to self-defend. But before she could do anything, Morgan had. He caught her by the wrist, swiftly and efficiently. And though Marjorie struggled, it was clear she knew Morgan had the upperhand face to face like this. She had counted on outnumbering the two of them - and probably suspecting Eliza to be a helpless, defenseless damsel. The thought made her bristle, but not exactly shocked. It wouldn’t be the first time - in fact, she’d often played off the fact of her apparent frailty. Their fault for not recognizing her as the threat she was. But Morgan made it look easy from the way he held her in her place, mistakably casual. He spoke to the woman, and his words came out softly, smoothly. Eliza wondered how someone could possibly argue with a voice that sounded like that, and then she silently cursed herself. For one thing she knew better than to trust anyone who could play it kind (or at least she thought she did; she ought to be checking herself more), and for second the situation they were in did not warrant commentary on such… frivolous things.
Marjorie, however, wasn’t buying into any of that so-called charm. She spat, actually spat, in the pale-haired man’s face. ”Stop? You’re telling me to stop?” She hacked out a humourless laugh, more like a cackle. ”Because of course you're used to having everyone obey your beck and call,” the woman sneered. ”You and that little blonde girl and the one who’s got Remus all wrapped around her wee finger - all of Remus’s favourites. And that one I suppose now, too; you’ve found yourself a pretty little pet now, haven’t you?” Now she was just rambling, saying whatever she thought it would take to get a rise out of him.
It was certainly working - at least, for Eliza, though she was doing everything she could to keep from stabbing the woman, which was precisely what she probably wanted. Perhaps Marjorie hadn’t come on the promise of winning - perhaps she’d just wanted to put some dirt on Morgan’s name. So Eliza refrained, even though her blood felt like it was boiling under her skin. Maybe it was unfair that she was getting such high treatment from the Ravens - she wasn’t even one of them, and they’d lent her one of their best rooms and helped out her brother, their enemy. But Morgan and Sybil and Lenore had all worked to get where they were. That was her impression anyway. Could she be wrong? But what really had her fuming was the last comment. She was no one’s pet. She would not be objectified. It took every bit of restraint she had to keep her face neutral, her blazing eyes the only indication that she was angered.
The sound of a gunshot rang through the courtyard.
Eliza froze for a split second, and then she was scanning the trees. More figures were approaching through the trees. She struggled to make them out in the dim light. One… two… three… eight? There were eight figures advancing on them, though she couldn’t make out any particular faces. Were they friends? More attackers, come to join the others as reinforcement - or just to take over an already messy situation and reap the benefits for themselves. Her grip tightened on her knife. Her tiny, useless knife, if they were indeed about to be outnumbered three to ten. She was back to the situation they’d been in a few minutes ago, fight or flight when…
Remus? Is that Remus?
Her heart leapt as she recognized the familiar red head of hair - not in the romantic way, although she was glad enough to see him that she could’ve hugged him. She refrained, because that wasn’t a very Eliza thing to do in any situation. Instead, she held her ground, though her stance physically relaxed. Marjorie must’ve realized who had arrived a moment later, because suddenly she was blubbering. ”Remus, oh thank god! Morgan and his - they’re attacking me! Josiah and I were just taking a stroll and -” she rambled on, and Eliza's brows furrowed (the gesture apparently ran in the family). Marjorie, at least, was not a very convincing actress.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 12, 2016 20:37:47 GMT -5
[ I am free once more freeeddddommm ] [ gosh darn it Marjorie take acting classes ] [ Sorry if it's a bit messy, my brain is fried like chicken ;c; ]
Remus kept a calm smile on his face as he walked toward them, the pistol still pointed to the air . He tipped his head slightly, counting the heads of those here. There was of course Morgan, Eliza, and...Josiah, Marjorie and Nazareth. Great. By the words that Marjorie said he could only smile more at her. But it wasn't a smile that said 'Oh it's alright my lady everything is fine' it was a smile that was laced with poison. "Right...Morgan and Eliza, my two fighters for tomorrow just...happened to attack you. For no. good. reason" Remus said, each word was stuffed with a kind of sickly venom you would feel course through your veins when bitten by a cobra. His eyes were like blue pits of fire, hot with rage and yet he kept his icy calm demeanor. "You know the rules for fighting outside of the ring my Ravens...you all know it so well" Remus said and tsked twice. His little herd of back up went to separate the group from each other. But Remus could see well enough as he got closer that Josiah and Marjorie weren't exactly taking a stroll and suddenly got jumped. As for Nazareth well....he didn't really know. Remus knew little about the man other then he had skills that Remus liked to keep in the group. Benny and Harold stood between Josiah and Marjorie while Wally and Reese stood between Marjorie and Nazareth and so on did Jenkins and Noah between Eliza and Morgan. Making sure nothing broke out when Remus would begin his little talk...
A very loud and stern talk.
"Maybe I have to remind you all. There is no fighting outside of the fighting rings, if there is a dispute it is to be handled in the rings. If there is any fights associated with two groups of ravens then the group who started the fight will be punished" Remus said and looked up the sky and made a confused expression as if he was truly puzzled by this. "Now....as I recall...Morgan could barely hurt a fly in our own home. He is to fight tomorrow as is Eliza....so why would they risk fighting tomorrow by ambushing you?" Remus said. He then laughed -- not a haha that was funny laugh -- but a laugh that could be translated with one of 'I'm gonna hurt you really badly' in a snap. And that was what Remus did. In a snap he went from smiling in a scowl directed at the two Ravens. "Because it's not like we are all being pinned by the other gangs right now!" Remus said, no yelled at them. It was mentioned before that Remus didn't use his angry voice much. He was usually so calm about this sort of thing. But with everyone bugging out as of late -- Sybil and Will getting attacked in the infirmary, Bethany spreading these horrible rumors -- and now this? This?! He reached with his free hand to run his hand through his hair while shaking his head. "Were you all planning on taking their bodies to the Crestles?! Did you plan on taking a reward?!" Remus went on, his voice shattered the peaceful night. The cold felt hot to his skin and to be honest he felt like he was on fire.
"I have no idea what is wrong with you people tonight. Maybe it's the stress or maybe it's the game of the underground going on but...I won't let this slide. I guess maybe I have been soft. Is that is?" Remus said and walked up to Josiah, flicking him on the head. "Are you all jealous? Jealous that people who worked hard get to come along? Hm?" Remus went on, going down to Nazareth and just...frowned. He barely understood this one. He rarely sees the man much and when he does it seems like he's in a foul mood. Sybil could recite every encounter with the man and just put it simply in her own words said before:
He's good to look at from behind ya know.
And Remus had no idea how to make of Nazareth with that. He didn't want to think on it.
"Are you all just wanting attention? Dante can't give you it so you turn to me? Make my head hurt a little by causing a bit of ruckus?" Remus went on, his voice dropping back down to that dangerously calm tone. "Thought it be funny to go ahead and screw with my fighters? Thought it wouldn't get by me? Thought 'Hey! Remus isn't looking and neither is Dante so better cause some trouble! Oh but let me give this half baked lie when I get caught!" He said and basically spat the last part out at Marjorie. "From all this time with the Ravens I expected you to pick up at least the skills the lie"
"But it seems you only have the skills that I. Don't. Need" Remus hissed and looked back to Josiah. "And you? Got nothing to say? Just gonna stand there like a dolt? Just gonna let yourself sink deeper into this rut?" Remus went on. He was aiming to hit into the heart, what did you expect when you betray a mans trust? He wasn't going to sit them down and say it was going to be all right. He was going to drag them kicking and screaming into the pit and put a bullet in their knees or arms or whatever he wanted. Right now he wouldn't mind shoving the bullet down their throat. "I have a brawl tomorrow, against THREE other gangs! And you are all attacking my fighters! MINE. You thought it was a good idea? Who was the one who wanted to do this?!" Remus demanded, looking at them in turn. "So help my, someone better talk before I put a bullet in your kneecaps and drag you down to the pits so everyone can beat you like a sac of meat" He said. His temper was...high. As in he could be blowing steam from his ears and wouldn't even know. He had one fighter that was already bruised and beaten.
The other two ambushed
He had Dante breathing down his neck.
And his other Ravens were gossiping like a bunch of teen Ladies at a party! So blame him for being a tad bit stressed for tomorrow. Remus didn't wait for Marjorie to speak nor did he wait for Josiah or Nazareth or even Eliza. He turned to Morgan and raised his eyebrows. "Who attacked you Morgan...which one of them attacked?" He asked. He wanted to learn who started it and who had been the one to fight who. He didn't care if he saw some details from far away by the time he even showed his face everyone was already being pulled apart. So he wanted to truth from the one person he knew that the other Ravens would believe.
Morgan would explain who attacked who, for he was the only Raven -- sorry Eliza you don't really count as of right now which was kind of alright-- that he wanted to look at. Remus denied a summons by Dante to find this bunch, and he wasn't eager to have another brand burned into his skin as of right now. He was angry, tired, stressed. He was all the emotions in the rainbow as of right now. Usually when he's this upset he just locks himself in his office and works the anger away. Let the pen feel the pressure he was feeling and scribble out numbers and words in hideous writing that would make any tutor cry. But he was out in the open, out for the world to feel the burn of Remus's anger. He didn't like showing anger, he liked it when people would wait and guess if he was angry. It gave him an edge. But he didn't want an edge right now. He held a pistol and was ready to fire it again into someone's knee.
He could sense that the others felt it too. More so Benny than anyone else. Benny shifted where he stood with crossed arms over his chest while looking to Remus. The only other time he had seen the man this angry was when someone in the Ravens -- can't say in name any more -- had traded off most of the account books with partnership details and information regarding their money and clients. Remus was angry as a bull seeing red -- get it cause his red hair and...yeah -- and he dragged that certain poor soul into the fighting pits and let everyone have a swing. Didn't know what happened to him after that. All he knew was that Remus had to spend about 2 hours in the same room with Dante. Dante's angry yells and shouts could be heard all the way down on the second floor, and it only stopped when Remus left. Benny didn't know how much Dante was breathing down Remus's back now since the incident with the necklace had happened. He guessed a lot.
And with that added stress and finding out this little scuffle he wasn't sure if Remus would explode before shooting someone or explode after. Benny watched in silence, Harold could only grin cause hey at least he wasn't getting yelled at. Jenkins looked like she was about to burst out bawling even though she wasn't the one that was being yelled at. The girl might be good with a bottle and a few cups but she could pull out emotions faster then a baby could. Reese could only stare off into the distance like she was bored, Noah's eyes jumped from each person to person, Thomas was looking at Jenkins and looked like he was ready to hug her problems away, and Wally well....Wally was looking at some trampled flowers with a big old frown on his face.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 13, 2016 9:17:09 GMT -5
( marjorie really should go and take drama classes don't worry 'bout it my replies are kinda messy too xux )
- What was it that he felt at that exact moment as he watched the broken woman cackle hysterically without any hint of humour? Silently, Morgan used the back of his gloved hand to brush his own cheek, and steadily watched Marjorie with his red-golden eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what he felt, really. It just felt like a giant tumult of thoughts bouncing around his head. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t left angered at her words and her gestures. It was, as previously mentioned, quite difficult to get him fully fuelled and angered at someone to the exasperation of many around himself. He didn’t like the odd feeling, either; it left him numb and anxious and vulnerable, uncontrolled of his own words and actions. He was used to dealing with chaos, but not… not anger. Did that even make sense? He wasn’t too certain, but that wasn’t what was important at the moment.
I’m not used to anyone obey me, he thought silently as he felt locks of his hair brush past his face. No, he was much more used to being the one who obeyed.
There seemed to be a light of recognition in Morgan’s warm molten eyes as he regarded Marjorie, who rambled about Eliza being a pet of some sort, with something that bordered on the line of sympathy. Perhaps it was sympathy. He seemed to be able to take a glimpse at the broken woman who was hidden behind the mask of an insane crook. Any trace of infuriation couldn’t be spotted in his gaze or felt from the air that veiled himself. Just…. melancholy. The Underground society was demanding, and everyone involved in it had changed in one way or another. Some a little more reticent, some a little more insane. In other rare cases, it would harden someone differently, morphing them into a different person entirely with different objectives. He hadn’t been lying when he thought of wielding his skills for something better than just stealing; he’d been genuine about that. He still was. Marjorie had taken a slightly different path, but that was about it. She’d tried to murder him, true, but could he really blame her? She’d probably gone through the same thing as most of the Ravens had. Jealousy, wrath, lust, greed… everything crude and overwhelming the Underground society brought to many of its people had warped her into the individual she was today. Perhaps whatever she’d seen had been less severe, or more sever. Whichever one it was, it didn’t matter; it had been enough to change her, and he wasn’t planning to fault her for that.
Then again, she had hurt Eliza, and that fact alone made his eyebrows furrow. He wasn’t quite certain anymore of what he felt exactly; his thoughts were complicated.
His eyes caught sight of that of Eliza’s, which blazed in anger. Marjorie had just called her his “pretty little pet,” after all, he recalled, turning his eyes back to where they’d been when he saw the resolve in Eliza’s eyes. She was restraining the bait that had been tossed in her way, and he felt slightly relieved at the notion. Thankful, too. He’d managed to catch the small movement of her irritation and fury, noticing how tempted she’d been to rush over towards Marjorie and sink the blade of her knife into the crooked woman’s flesh. He let out a quiet sigh. At least she seemed to have something that was holding her back, though he couldn’t read what the thought could be. Marjorie’s words hadn’t left much of an impact to him; he was hoping that it wouldn’t have some lasting effect for Eliza, either.
That was when he’d heard the sound of the gunshot.
His eyes caught several silhouettes approaching them. There were many, and all of them were tall. It was then his eyes landed on a bright shade of red that seemed to burn brightly like fire underneath the moonlight. Remus. What was Remus doing here? Hadn’t he been with the group just moments before, busied with the corpse of the Rockshire assassin?
Morgan only quirked an eyebrow at Marjorie’s hasty lie, but he didn’t say much, since Remus was calmly smiling in their direction as he approached them at last with the barrel of his pistol aimed at the air.
"You know the rules for fighting outside of the ring my Ravens...you all know it so well.”
Too well. It’d been the reason why he’d instructed Eliza to dodge their attacks rather than to lash back. If she hadn't, things would've been harder to explain. He watched Jenkins and Noah stand in the space between himself and Eliza, though his attention was soon snatched away by Remus’ sharp and angered voice.
And for perhaps the hundredth time throughout the last two days or so, he came to face the icy blue eyes of their leader.
- Remus’ words cut through the air like ice-tipped needles, though Nazareth, who stood with his sword still in hand and his dark hair gently caressing his cheeks from the wind, hadn’t really been too influenced by it. Any other member here, he understood, would be affected in some way, even if it was small. The man rarely yelled, after all, or used this kind of voice. It would be a shock for anyone to hear him like this — uncontrolled and stressed and tempered. From what he understood, too many things had happened all at once. If he were Remus… well, if he were Remus, he probably would’ve left the residence without a second thought.
The only time Nazareth felt his own eyes narrow was when those icy blue eyes, dark and bitter like a dry harbour, landed on him. He matched Remus’ frown with his usual small scowl of his own, his own dark eyes concealed and reserved. They looked puzzled, much to his own faint curiosity. Remus Hawkins looked genuinely confused about him. That was good. He didn’t need himself to be included in the red-haired Raven’s little group or be stuck with “that stupid Snowy.” If he were, they would bicker every single hour and every single day. Anytime he met Morgan, he would lash out — and the much soft-hearted Raven would respond with an equal amount of sarcasm. It’d been like that for quite a while — for a long time, actually, though they never quite spoke about the things they’d seen together in the past. Did they have to? Not really. Most of the times they’d been separated, anyway, living a different life before meeting each other again, more different from the idealistic and optimistic children they’d been just the month before.
Hence, their very different views that had lead them to clash their heads against each other in the first place. He was familiar with Elliot’s ideals, not with those of Morgan’s. Elliot had been strong-headed, even as he’d been dragged into misfortune after misfortune, losing those he’d held so dear to himself. He’d fought back. He’d still resisted that woman, even as he became one of her best weapons. He’d killed and killed, trying desperately to trade life for life, and eventually had come to become numb to the aftereffect of murdering someone. He’d held less value on the word ‘life.’ He’d been bitter and petulant, but powerful even at a young age. But Morgan…. Morgan was a coward who’d resorted into a serene and humble imbecile. He fled from difficult fights instead of resisting, he slipped his way through plights and smiled as if nothing were wrong. The gentle characteristics lead others unfamiliar with Morgan to view him as easily exploitable and ineffectual with an unassuming visage.
He actually appreciated life, even though he held his own existence cheap. It made Nazareth feel sick.
His reunion with Morgan had been quite an interesting one. The little trust they’d held onto back in the days seemed to have evaporated somewhere else after they’d realised how much they’d changed over the years of not seeing each other — Morgan as someone ‘good,’ and Nazareth as someone ‘ruthless.’ They seemed to have held a silent agreement to keep quiet about the things that had occurred all the years back upon their reunion, thus ignored the presence of the other. They broke out into a bicker quite often to display their distaste in the way they’d changed and to bury the last of whatever unnecessary things they’d seen in each others’ presence.
Nazareth watched with a faint twinge of morbid amusement when he saw Josiah flinch at Remus’ words. Serves them right. He felt no sympathy towards the two crooks; they’d tried to take his life, and that made them worthy of earning the same. Morals? Compassion? Did those things still exist within the hearts of the people who were tied in with the society they lived in? Apparently Morgan, whose eyes had softened, seemed to think differently. The only reason why Nazareth hadn’t lashed out was because he still had things to do during his stay with the nosy Ravens. And he couldn’t afford to mess up just quite yet.
Otherwise he would’ve cut both of the crooks up even if he had to fight Morgan to get his sword through their hearts.
"Who attacked you Morgan...which one of them attacked?”
It was then he heard Remus’ question. Turning his head around, his dark gaze traveled over towards the pale-haired Raven, who looked placid despite the small flicker of conflict in his hearth-like eyes. Oh, wasn’t this going to be interesting. What would he do? He could put the blame on Nazareth for whatever had happened, or upon Marjorie or Josiah. Or on all three of them if he wished — even just the other two, excluding himself. Or, he thought with wry humour. Morgan could blame himself. He shifted his weight to his left leg. What would the empathetic little bird choose to do this time?
- “I did.”
The air seemed to thicken, and the tension was almost unbearable. He understood that most people were probably watching him now — and it made him feel quite unnerved. He wasn’t someone who enjoyed the stares of many people all at once, especially when he could feel the wrath of one quite clearly.
“I was showing Eliza around until she disappeared at one point, off into the hallway. I was waiting for her and that was when I saw Josiah and Marjorie walking through the courtyard. They were talking about something — until Josiah spotted me. He asked me what I was doing and wasn’t too fond of the idea that I was giving Eliza a small tour around the residence. As he was talking to me he mentioned Minerva and—" He took in a small breath as he averted his gaze from the blue pits of fire, incinerating the individuals he gazed at with rage and yet still eerily calm at the same time. He’d come here to forget the similarity the other Raven’s eyes held with that woman’s, and yet he found himself underneath their anger again.
“He mentioned Elvira. I… lost it after that.”
The two words were the names that had not touched his tongue in years. The ones he’d never spoken of — the one he’d never elaborated on, with the exception of a few of the Ravens back when he was still very young. When he’d first been brought in and had apparently been mumbling the name ‘Elvira’ over and over again as he tossed and turned feverishly while his torn back was being stitched back together. The constant calls had aroused the curiosity of the others in the infirmary and the ones who’d been listening. The ones who held onto a certain power. Remus, he remembered, with his flaming red hair and authentic blue eyes, had been one of the Ravens with certain power who had been there at the time. He remembered his young petulant self briefly talking about Elvira with his small arms crossed over his chest. His very youthful face had been pinched into a scowl to keep himself from wincing once he’d been treated to some degree, and he’d finally ceased to scream at Benny to stop with whatever he’d been doing for a few days. He’d been afraid to Remus back then — the man had been far much taller than himself, and he had an air of regal power. And those blue eyes had scared the wits out of his little self once he’d regained consciousness again, when he’d managed to blink away the blurriness in his vision — once he’d woken up from his poor sleep, exhausted by nightmares of bleeding children and a familiar merry laugh to accompany the massacre.
“She killed Minerva.” He remembered his younger self mutter while biting back a lump in his throat when the whispers in his head had stirred once again, incomprehensible and head-splitting. The small child he’d once been had shut his eyes and buried his head in his little trembling hands as he spilled a part of his past to the scarlet-haired Raven upon coming to realise that the years he’d spent with her hadn’t been a hellish dream. “Elvira killed everyone.”
After that, as he continued to stay with the Ravens, he’d come to somehow trust Remus. All the little interactions and encounters he’d had with the presumable leader had finally gained Morgan’s trust, and he’d changed from the ‘petulant stubborn brat’ to ‘the quite kind and friendly Morgan.’ It hadn’t been an easy change, obviously, and it’d taken him a long time to finally open up to the others around himself and have a change in heart. But he had. And he’d never found himself opposing or distrusting Remus afterwards, discreetly looking up to the outgoing Raven and the much smaller but strong Sybil who’d seemed to follow him around quite often. But that wasn’t the important point at the moment.
Morgan was drawn out of the brief memories that flickered past his head when he noticed the recognition in Nazareth’s eyes at the names. He saw the dark eyes widen before narrowing, the surprise in them disappearing as fast as they’d surfaced. And he noticed the recognition in Josiah’s eyes. The thin man with his wispy blond hair had been there in the infirmary, too. It must pain the man to see someone who’d been so frail and injured and young shoot past his rank and stand with the strongest Ravens, Morgan realized. It would’ve been one of Josiah’s motivation to take his head to the Crestles.
“Marjorie ambushed… no, rather, she tried to distract me from Josiah. Eliza came in after that and she was dragged into the fight. I must’ve hurt her shoulder while I was trying to aim for Marjorie.”
His molten eyes didn’t leave the icy blue ones, gazing directly into them. Though the same usual warmth in them remained, they were very firm in a way — and his thoughts were quite plainly obvious in his gaze.
Enough is enough. I don’t need to see two other people get beaten down in the fighting pit. You can shoot me all you want, but I’ve had enough with seeing people getting hurt for the past few hours. Eliza, Gansey, Sybil, Lenore, you…. Enough.
There was no evidence that could prove him wrong. Eliza could protest and claim otherwise (dear goodness he hoped she didn't; the last thing he needed was Remus' anger directed towards her), but Josiah and Marjorie would agree with what he’d said. And according to what he'd said and told her to remember, Eliza had merely been dragged into the fight, not involved in it. He could already see Josiah nodding his head while lowering his dagger to his side to the story he'd made. As for Nazareth… he didn’t even want to think about what Nazareth would do. The man had become impassive and was nearly impossible to understand. In any case, in his mind, no one -- not even that woman -- deserved to be kicked and beaten down in those fighting pits to the brink of death. Sometimes they were killed.
If he was lucky… maybe Remus would calm his temper and decide on something creatively painful after the brawl. Morgan understood that he wasn’t only lying about the situation to one of his most trusted friends, but also putting his position in the brawl at stake. If Remus decided that it was best to settle things right there and then, he would fight with a bullet in his knee.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 13, 2016 14:17:50 GMT -5
[[ ewww Marjorie. take a class. better yet just go away
my replies are always messy. You guys have nothing to worry about xwx ]]
Eliza had never thought she’d be this happy to see Remus Hawkins. She’d known the name for years, because of course who in the Underground didn’t know of Remus Hawkins? She’d known his name in the way she knew the names of Dante Joan, Lu Tang, Tiao Shi, Alexander Beake, and so many others. You knew the names of the top players; that’s just how it was. So of course she’d have heard of Remus Hawkins, and she’d thought exactly the same of him as she’d thought of all the others. Scoundrels, money-grubbers, gamblers… Perhaps she was too judgemental. Eliza herself was a pickpocket, a thief - she’d broken the law on many accounts. But only out of necessity. But Remus didn’t actually seem so bad, now that she’d met him in this whole mess. Anyway, she was overjoyed at the sight of him, because she was pretty certain the redheaded man wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble he had with her already just to ambush her in their own residence. If he wanted to hurt her, he wouldn’t have had to go to the trouble of planning it out.
Eliza was a little less relieved when he started shouting. Oh, he was mad. That was for sure. He looked about ready to shoot someone. Honestly - he had a pistol out and everything. At least he wasn’t taking any of Marjorie’s lies - though she wondered who would. The woman sounded about a real as the ‘gold jewelry’ a ragged-looking man had tried to sell her the other day as she’d been out in the city. The desperation for a little cash would’ve been enough to send away any potential buyers, without taking into account the obviously chipping lacquer that had been brushed across something of a cheap metal. Still, Remus’s lecture was about enough to make anyone feel a bit like a scolded child - even if Eliza recognized that she wasn’t the one taking the blame here. In any situation, she didn’t look like the one at fault - she didn’t even know these so called rules that everyone else seemed to. Still, she ducked her head a little.
Marjorie, at least, had the decency to stay quiet after that. She stood in place, mouth opening and closing as if she were struggling for something to say. It was an unflattering gesture - she looked kind of like a fish. Fitting, Eliza thought, for someone so slimy. The woman knew she was in trouble. The situation didn’t look good, as Remus had pointed out, for her, Josiah or Nazareth, though hopefully Morgan would clear things up about the latter. She didn’t want the other man to get in trouble when he’d jumped in to help them. If he hadn’t… she didn’t want to think about what may have happened. But Remus would obviously take Morgan’s word over anything Marjorie or Josiah had to say. They were going to be fine - although the story Morgan had told her to keep to still confused her. She watched silently as Remus turned to Morgan and - as she’d expected - asked for his word on the situation.
He answered. He did not answer the way she’d expected.
Eliza’s eyes widened, and she cut him a glance before she reeled in her expression. Morgan was lying - in order to protect Marjorie and Josiah. But why? Of course she knew why. This was Morgan - Morgan who had jumped in to protect her the night before just the same way (she’d been there to steal the necklace just as they were). Of course Morgan would take the blame to keep others safe of punishment. The realization came with an odd mix of emotions. It was… admirable, really, a noble thing to do. The kind of thing you read about people doing in novels, but didn’t happen in real life. Not around her, anyway. It struck her that Morgan seemed a lot like a character from a novel - from a fairy tale maybe, though that notion probably had something to do with his looks. The long pale blond hair and slim build and those strange, strange eyes; perhaps a faerie prince, she thought distantly. But she was also angry. Stupid, stupid Morgan. Eliza knew that he knew Remus far better than she did, but the red-haired man did not look like he was in the mood to mess around. He was going to end up with a bullet in him somewhere and still have to fight the next day because he was kind, heroic Morgan. Fine, that was his fault.
She could’ve said something. Maybe she should’ve said something. But Remus had been fairly clear on wanting Morgan’s word, not hers. Not that she was at all hung up on that. But he’d gotten Morgan’s word, and she wasn’t going to call him on it. That had been his decision, and she wasn’t in a place to question it. Eliza did puzzle at his story though, at two names in particular. Minerva. Elvira. They obviously meant something to Morgan personally, if they were enough to warrant him starting a fight over them. And he’d said them vaguely enough that Remus must know exactly what Morgan was talking about. Who were they? Minerva and Elvira? Were they members of the Black Ravens? She didn’t think she’d ever heard of them before. She didn’t ask - it wasn’t her business.
She didn’t say anything at all.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 13, 2016 16:55:38 GMT -5
[ i'm home once more yayyyyy ] [ most of my posts are really messy like they jump all over and have a chunky flow. wahhh ] [ morgan whayyyyyyy ]
Remus stilled.
He looked long and hard at Morgan, so still you might think he had turned to stone. Benny shifted where he stood as a uncomfortable silence rolled over the courtyard. Remus's blue eyes were locked onto the molten colors of Morgan's. Remus knew that Morgan was lying....and he hated it.
He hated being lied to.
Remus moved now, slowly straightening his back while looking at Morgan, but his eyes furrowed downwards and his blue eyes turned from pits of fire into pools of ice. "If that's what happened...." Remus said, barely above a whisper. If that was how Morgan was to go fine. But he wasn't going to go unpunished. If Morgan wanted to protect these....useless things then so be it. But Remus would not have it, if Morgan wanted to bare the punishment that came with being a Raven and breaking the rules then fine. Remus didn't want to hurt his friend for it seemed like a stupid thing to do. He wanted to yell at him that he was lying to protect those that deserved punishment. It was the Raven way, it was how things were done! And Remus felt the sudden bursts of hot anger churn and twist into something else. It turned into white hot fury that was being bottled up behind ice cold eyes.
"Benny get everyone out of here..." Remus said, lowering the gun to the ground. "Everyone go back to your rooms....and if I see any of you again I'll shoot you myself" He said, listening to them shoo everyone past Remus and back towards the building. "Morgan...." Remus began before he could go inside. Remus would not hurt Morgan...because he had caught him in his lie, he knew a lie even if you lived your whole life in a lie. "I'm taking you out of the brawl tomorrow. I'll replace you with someone else. You can come and sit on the sidelines with Lenore if you really want to" Remus decided, his eyes looking into Morgan's. Did he feel that Morgan was protecting these two for the right reasons? No. Remus would rather drag the two down into the pits and beat the living tar out of them for breaking his rules. But Morgan has gained Remus trust...and was testing to see how far that trust got him.
"Maybe Nazareth could take your place, maybe Wally or Edward, but....you're not fighting tomorrow. Consider that as your punishment...for now" He continued on to say. He didn't care if he picked someone else. Morgan was not going in that ring, to be pulled from a brawl was the tamest punishment that he could think of. It was like a blow to the pride in a way, if you got pulled out of the brawl for simply breaking the rules, it would be looked to be taboo. Cause everyone would know what you had done to get in trouble and be benched. Remus didn't want to shoot Morgan in the leg...right now. "Get yourselves inside before I choose to shoot you right here" Remus said, letting his eyes linger on Morgan for a moment longer before stuffing the pistol into his belt and walking away.
Morgan won't fight at all, he would watch as his other Ravens fight and fill in the spot. He would have to give an announcement tonight about having the third spot open for the brawl. Or maybe he could just go in with Sybil and Eliza as an act of showing that their females are threatening enough. But with Sybil beaten like a bongo and not knowing anything on Eliza's fighting level he didn't want to risk it. He didn't want to risk anything. He was already putting his head on the chopping block for these people. And frankly he was getting really sick and tired of doing it. If he had the strength, or the cruelty he would have shot Morgan right in the knee where he stood. He would have looked into Morgan's eyes and pulled the trigger. That or shot the other three. But he didn't have the guts. He was trying to be nice, and nice gets no one anywhere. Maybe that was why Dante stopped coming down to greet his Ravens. Because they had gotten too rowdy and acted like children.
Remus walked right back into the La Selina with an air of Do not come near me I will kill you vibe to him. He didn't bother to smile to anyone or talk, in fact those who tried to approach him they were shoved aside. The other ravens will hear soon enough about his light punishment and only assume even further how Remus treated those around him differently. It was like trying to handle a bunch of kids that wanted something out of him, they all wanted to be treated with that same level of trust. They wanted Remus to sit them down and just tell them how good Ravens they were.
He really wanted to sit them down and put a bullet to their knees. Was he being a bit harsh? Yes. Was he angry? Oh yeah.
Remus did not get where he was by being nice. He got here, to this level of power with threats and digging his way out of a pit of death and betrayal. He had done things in the past that they would never think he would be able to do now. And here he was letting them all off the hook. He took Morgan's lie, gave him a light punishment that would only tarnish his status in the group and not in the sense of his body. He had let the other three go and was left with a mess. He was angry and he had every right to be because he had hoped for Morgan to fight he had put trust into him to....handle it better. He didn't want Morgan to choose lying to Remus and protect those other two ( or three ) or whatever.
Remus stopped one of the Raven boys who was cleaning up empty glasses and whispered something in his ear, just hush and quiet before going on his way. If he wanted to find someone to fill in the spot before the sun was up he needed it done now. So he let the Raven's eyes widen and look at him as if he were crazy. He opened his mouth to speak but Remus was already leaving by that time. The Raven went off to whisper in someone else's ear, and so on. The spark started to grow into a small flame, feeding and growing until it was like a wild fire in the heat of summer. If there was one thing these Ravens knew how to do was gossip. Ravens were glancing toward the group coming from the courtyard. Little bits of conversation heard here and there.
"He's out just like that?"
"Yeah and now Remus wants someone else to fill in. Kind of light if you ask me"
"Probably wants to make him watch, to show him how he messed up - not only in the brawl but here as well"
"They just go and say they wanna fight? Who gonna figh' now?"
Just Ravens squawking at this point. Now Remus had one more obstacle to jump tonight. And that was the little meeting with Dante he was sure to leave with more marks then he had given tonight. He felt like he should be yelling at everyone to shut their pie holes and to stop messing up. To stop acting like children and get their lives together. But instead he just had a look of eerie calm over him, and behind those eyes was....storm. A big old ice storm.
Benny lingered behind as the rest were ushered in, seeing the looks that the other Ravens still lingering in the halls gave them. Benny only lingered behind to catch Eliza, what's one more to add to his list of injured.
"How's the shoulder?" He asked her when she crossed his line of sight, standing by the door like a mother while counting the ducks walking back inside. What's one more to use his supply of bandages? He should get more though.
He had a feeling he was gonna be using a lot of it.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 14, 2016 0:04:57 GMT -5
( pfff whatcha guys talking about. both of your replies are fabulous don't worry one bit i was about to say eight bit what is wrong with me ;v; he's lucky that remus is his friend owo everything i just wrote is crossed out what on earth )
- Morgan only ducked his head. What else could he do? He was lucky that Remus hadn’t pulled the trigger on him and he was lucky that all of the others — Josiah, Marjorie, Nazareth, Eliza — they’d all been let off. And he knew that Remus had caught his lie.
“I understand.”
He didn’t turn around to look at Marjorie or Josiah. He didn’t really want to see the expressions that they were making. Probably condescending, given that he had done something that could’ve caused himself a world of pain and had given up his position in the brawl for the people who had been trying to murder him just a minute ago. Marjorie would get what she’d come for; he was quite certain that the Ravens would toss his name around like a sac of rice all over the place, coming up with stories of their own to chatter about. Did he care? The gossips didn’t bother him; they could talk about him all they wanted. But the fact that he wouldn’t be facing any opponents in the brawl caught him at the back of his mind just a little. He was there in the chambers, after all, on that fateful night when the necklace had been first confirmed missing. He’d wanted to fight whatever the Crestles had been planning to throw at them, give them a whack in the head and let out his pent up frustration for the situation and Lenore against Vincent or anyone else for that matter who was a part of the nasty organization. Even so, if his lack of participation was what Remus thought would suit the best, then he would take it without complaint and remain at the side of the fight.
He watched the scarlet-haired Raven slink off into the night, back into the residence where he’d emerged from. He didn’t move for a while, turning around so that he could face the swaying tree branches and the silhouettes that scurried around through the thick leaves. Perhaps it looked a little silly, since he was standing around and watching pretty much nothing. Still, he didn’t find himself following the others right away.
“I’ll go tomorrow.”
The stoic and cold voice directed his attention away from the courtyard and to the one individual who he hadn’t been expecting to linger behind, given Remus’ command for them to disperse. Nazareth stood with his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon, his dark hair streaks of black over his face. His expression was unreadable as ever, but the sharpness to his eyes was still plainly visible, as well as the keenness in them that gave him an air of confidence and power. The scowl that usually distorted his face wasn’t there, and his expression almost looked.. relaxed. Even with his demeanour of indifference and iciness, he looked more placid than he ever really had been. Well, what did he know about Nazareth’s wealth of expressions? He didn’t see the arrogant fighter much anyway. The only time he had been slightly more familiar to him was all those years back.
“I thought you weren’t the kind to disobey orders. Didn’t Remus demand everyone to leave?”
“You’ll find that I’m particularly good at disobeying them soon enough.”
Morgan only found himself blinking before he shifted his position so that he was giving Nazareth a sidelong glance with a quirk of his eyebrow. He never had been the kind to ask questions or resist orders before, no matter how small they were. And now he was willing to involve himself into a messy and assumably bloody fight? But… why? The Nazareth he knew, at least, from what he’d seen so far, wasn’t the kind of individual who would do that. So what was his motivation for stepping out of the little secluded space he’d created and engaging himself in a fight that could possibly result in something fatal?
“I’ll keep an eye out for that girl.”
Once the words registered in Morgan’s head and he realised who Nazareth was talking about, he could feel color rise to his ears. Swivelling around (more out of surprise than anything), he eyed the dark-haired man with his mouth opening, only to find the corner of Nazareth’s lips tugged upwards into a knowing smirk.
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re an open book when it comes to her if you haven’t noticed already,” the other Raven said as he turned around and headed over to the way he’d seen the others go, probably to where Benny was keeping count of the bunch that had been outside.
He followed soon afterwards to where Benny stood with Eliza without a retort at hand.
- The air was chilly. The cold emanating from the walls were like ice-tipped needles piercing through her arms, seeping the last remainder of warmth from her system. It elicited a small reaction from her as she gently placed her hand over the wound as it pulled taut, stretching and constricting on its own from the odd temperature. Something about the hallways here just didn’t feel right; they were off-putting, even for her. And she was usually someone who didn’t find too many things unsettling. With her head leaning back against the walls, she scanned the ceiling with her dark eyes and drew in a small breath.
Celia — who she’d been able to calm down to some extent and gently held as she sobbed into her shoulder about how the world was doomed and how Dante was incredibly frightening — had scurried off somewhere with a much lighter heart. Lenore’s, at the moment, felt like stone. It’d been a while since she’d ever even glanced at the two monstrous doors that hid the great mastermind and cruel leader of the Ravens behind. And it’d been a while since she’d encountered a situation where she couldn’t predict what would happen. She wasn’t complaining, though. This was where her feet had lead her up to. So whatever outcome this whole disaster would bring would be something that she’d been asking for.
Frankly, she found that it was impossible to sit still through all the unnerving energy of the night that seemed to be commonly held throughout the whole residence. She’d gotten Celia to call Amelia and had left the woman — an unimaginably tall and intimidatingly muscular Raven with a friendly face — to watch over William and Sybil. Amelia and Lenore had doubted that anything would happen since the Rockshires had already sent one of their assassins, though they couldn’t be too certain of everything given how hectic everything was and how things seemed to be falling apart due to the game. She imagined that Amelia had probably tucked the two in and had a warm cup of tea ready for them ready in one hand while the other held a hammer larger than a man, prepared to smash anyone who came in with the intent to harm the already-battered two individuals. And she found it impossible for herself to rest peacefully as if nothing had happened after Celia’s call for her supportive hand, especially now that she’d heard of his little ‘message’ for Remus.
She remembered his sharp hiss of pain in the infirmary and the way how his fingers had bunched up his cloth as he gripped at them nervously. How he’d pretended to look casually over at the city when in reality his ears had been tomato red. How he’d looked the other times behind the cruel facade and calm demeanour he’d plastered around himself — uncertain and exhausted. He was stretching himself thin, and it was all too obvious that he wouldn’t stop until he collapsed, all because no one else had bothered to look through the walls he’d placed, because they didn’t see him as a human being but some omnipotent god who would solve all of their problems with a snap of his fingers. Because they didn’t see the person beneath the eccentric persona and the reassuring grins and the bold confidence that radiated from him. Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit before she allowed them to rest in darkness for a while. She hadn’t forgotten how he looked most of the times as he tried to face everything that was thrown at the Ravens alone.
With her arms crossed over her chest, she straightened her back upon hearing the quiet footsteps of someone down the hallway.
She figured that it was time to change that.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 14, 2016 12:53:48 GMT -5
[ with great power comes great resonibility ] [ morgan you too nice for your own good. And Nazareth sees the Morgzila. everyone sees the morgzila ]
Remus paused on the steps to Dante's office, his fingers curling around the banister with a grip that could crush a persons throat. Remus had denied to go here, he denied Dante's request. He didn't want to think about how angry the man would be when he saw Remus. Probably stick another brand onto him somewhere to remind Remus that he belonged to Dante Joan. He was no longer a Purple Dragon or some loner from a gang that was destroyed years ago. He shifted on the steps and sighed, thinking about how he could come in. Maybe with some half witted lie or...maybe just let Dante yell at him and endure the pain for a while longer. Dante was just as skilled in picking up lies, his own son can't even lie to him....
Then again Dante's son is only 5.
Is it weird to hear that Dante Joan, master of the Black Ravens and known as one of the cruelest men that ever walked the streets of London, had a family? He did. He had a wife, very nice wife actually. And two children, twins, Elisa and Raymond. Remus rarely saw them here and when he did they were restricted to the top floor and no where else. To them Dante was running a simple gambling hall while also working the harbor trades. They had no idea that he was working fighting rings down in the basement or that his gambling hall was filled with thugs and thieves from across the world. Dante Joan was a monster that had no heart, a spawn of the devil and raised by the ashes of London's dead. But Father Dante, Dante the daddy and Dante the husband was kind and warm. Protective and possessive. He could switch in a snap between the two and you wouldn't even know it.
Remus felt his whole body tighten when the floorboards above him shifted under a heavy weight, most likely Dante moving from the fire place to his desk. Did Dante figure out that there were two Gansey's hiding under their own roof? Did he find out that Remus tried to cover it up with bribes to the whole gang? Did he figure out about the Rockshire that had attacked Sybil and Will in the infirmary? Or did he still want to know who would be fighting for them in the brawl tomorrow? Remus removed his hand from the railing, his palm growing hot and a bit sweaty at the thought. Smoothing his hands down the front of his jacket he moved up the rest of the stairs, wondering what on earth he even looked like at this moment.
HIs hair was of course a bit of a mess, strands fell into his face, maybe a bit red or pale from anger, and his eyes were probably loosing that fire he had pinned on Morgan moments ago to something tired and out of energy. After this he could trust in Benny to take care of the group below. He could trust in some Raven coming into his office with news of who would take the spot of Morgan. Maybe ---
Ah? Lenore?
Remus froze on top of the stairs when he spotted her, standing right there in front of those big double doors. "What are you doing here?!" Remus hissed a whisper to her, carefully making his way across the floorboards and to Lenore. His feet were soft against the floor when he reached her, looking down with a look of tired disapproval. To be honest he would look at her with anger that she was up here, that she must have some how caught the message of Dante needing Remus. But he was out of energy to make up some anger to throw at her so his own disappointing look would have to do. "You aren't suppose to be up here Lenore you are suppose to be down in the infirmary" He went on to whisper, looking at her with a frown on his face. Was this because of last time? Because of what Dante had did? For all Lenore could know was that he had a couple of burned streaks. She hadn't seen the wound itself, she had no right to be up here.
"You have to get back down stairs rig-"
Remus didn't even get to finish his sentence before the doors opened up to reveal Dante standing there, eyes pinned onto the Ravens standing outside of his office. "Excuse me, am I interrupting something?" Dante said, those gray eyes pinned onto Remus with an air of simmering anger. "I do believe I had called up Remus moments before...but if he wishes to bring a guest who am I to stop him?" Dante went on to say, leaving the door open for the two while he walked back to his desk. Remus could see two other shadows in that office, most likely his little group of guards that made sure nothing happened to him. Remus's mouth shut as soon as Dante had spoken, just casting Lenore a glance before gently nudging her inside.
Was Dante angry? Was he upset? Remus couldn't tell. Why should Remus even try to guess how the leader felt at this moment in time. Dante was only ever a open book when he felt like he should and even then that open book had spikes and traps to cling around you once you look inside.
Of course the only other people that didn't have to worry was Benny, Eliza and Morgan down below in the first floor. Benny couldn't do anything to help Remus. All Benny could do was round up the ducks and herd them inside. It was going to be a long night, and the only other people awake at this point were a few guards stationed for the late night shifts. Benny would have to go back to the infirmary and either carry a still sleeping Sybil back to her room and deal with Eliza's little wound, or he would have to wait around for Remus to summon him. For Lord help the man that was stuck with Dante Joan.
Benny grabbed the arm of Harold before the man could slip away and nodded toward the hallway leading back to the infirmary. "Go and make sure that it's all cleaned up will ya?" He said, couldn't be too careful. Harold only sighed and frowned before shrugging in the end. Benny let out his own sigh, glancing upwards as the rest of the ravens filed out from the courtyard, Benny's body stiffened slightly when He spotted Morgan. It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 14, 2016 19:08:56 GMT -5
[[ so much crossed out everyone sees Morgzila cx ]]
Eliza waited for Remus’s punishment - not to her, who had been largely ignored until this point. For Morgan. She waited for the man to shoot him, hit him, some kind of punishment that had been drilled into her to expect from the higher ups of the gang. She’d witnessed things firsthand; she could remember clearly the first time Will had come back to their sorry little homestead after taking one of Beake’s punishments. He’d had a black eye, a patchwork of bruises, and three broken fingers - on his left hand, of course, because Will was left handed. He’d been fifteen, Eliza thirteen, and though she’d begged and begged of him he wouldn’t tell her what had happened. She’d patched him up, and then he’d disappeared again. He’d been back twice more after that in a similar state, both in the following year, but after he’d turned seventeen he’d just… stopped. Will still came around every once in awhile, but he never let her help when he was injured. His visits became less and less frequent, probably because that was about when he’d ascended the ranks of the Rockshires - that’s when she’d started hearing the rumours about him anyway. He’d never mentioned so much to her face.
Still, she thought she knew what to expect as punishment. It was not what Remus gave. Morgan was pulled from the brawl the next day. She waited, thinking that that couldn’t be it, but just like that they were dismissed. Back to their rooms. She lingered for a heartbeat, her eyes running over Morgan as Remus turned to talk to him once again. Perhaps he’d just wanted to do it with some privacy? Remus seemed decent enough for that kind of thing, even if shooting someone wasn’t a very decent thing at all. But the redheaded man merely said a few more things before stalking away. Of course, Eliza realized, Remus must’ve known that Morgan was lying. He didn’t question it, but he’d known, and therefore he still had to give some sort of punishment. Taking Morgan out of the brawl would hurt his pride, his reputation - a completely stupid punishment in her mind, but who was she to question it? Eliza was glad Morgan still had all his fingers.
Relieved as she was, Eliza still didn’t feel particularly like speaking to him right then. Even if he’d gotten off all right, he’d still risked his neck for a pair of people who had just tried to kill them. Curse him for being so… so chivalrous. Stupidly chivalrous. She scowled, turning on her heel to follow Benny and the others. If he had just told the truth… if Remus had come a little sooner… if she hadn't been all caught up and distracted by some horrible, kind, stupid, good-looking (did she mention brainless?) idiot… Because in a sense this was her fault, because everything had gone all twisted up and sideways as soon as she'd shown up. And Morgan had to step in and take the fall.
Benny’s voice snapped her from her thoughts. Eliza looked up, quickly wiping the scowl from her face. She flashed him the tiniest of smiles. ”It's not too bad - I can look after it. Thank you, Benny.” She figured the man had had a busy day, looking after Lenore and then Will and doing who knows what else. The cut was shallow, only made to look worse by the bleeding, evident on her white shirt. It wouldn't be so challenging to fix up by herself - she'd patched up her own small injuries plenty of times.
Eliza glanced at Nazareth as he approached, opening her mouth to thank him for helping them - and stopped. She couldn't thank him for saving them in front of Benny, not when Morgan had changed up the story. A fresh wave of irritation washed over her for Morgan. Instead she just gave him a small nod, hoping he could read her gratitude in her expression. Oh, she'd just have to track him down later. Her eyes travelled past his shoulder, spotting Morgan headed over to join them. She turned abruptly, allowing Benny to herd her inside with the rest of the Ravens.
Once she was in, she faltered. What was she supposed to do now? The others were probably headed off to sleep but… She wasn't sure, and she had no idea how to navigate back through all the halls it had taken to get them to the courtyard. Was she expected to use Lenore’s room again that night? Perhaps she wanted it back now, though. In that case where was she supposed to go? Eliza hesitated, looking around for an answer.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 14, 2016 23:20:27 GMT -5
( and great responsibility comes with…. i can’t think of anything darn it uwu i know everything’s crossed out waaaa
nazareth definitely sees morgzila. everyone definitely sees morgzila cx
typing up a reply right now!! )
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 15, 2016 9:08:09 GMT -5
The look of tired disappointment in Remus’ eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed. Nor had his disheveled hair, or how tense his shoulders were. And he was trying to face Dante like this? All battered, good as a raven without its wings? Given all the circumstances, Dante might as well as pull his gun out against Remus and put a bullet straight through his intelligent, unyielding, stupid, over-protective heart.
Like that man did to Alastair.
She could still see the tall, menacing middle-aged man whose permanently bloody eye swirled disgustingly with violent crimson streaks. She could still see the tip of his gun, wispy with a gray streak of smoke, aimed directly at her the moment she’d opened the door upon hearing a piercing sound downstairs, just one flight underneath, where she’d been waiting and waiting and waiting. And she could still see Alastair, that stupid, stupid, kind-hearted, loving man with his cat-like green eyes and his playful smirks, collapsed onto the floor and drowning in his own blood. A simple punishment for disobeying orders, the man had told her with his foot resting on the back of his corpse.
Remember, Lenore. I could’ve done worse than kill him. You see, he’s lucky that he had my mercy.
“If you don’t feel anything by their deaths,” she remembered Alastair’s words that day as he’d watched her with his softened green eyes. “Then you already are.”
She’d scoffed at the time, years and years ago when she’d still been well-liked by many, when her name hadn’t gone down the sewers and Lazarus had been a morally-bound soldier who had dealt with the people around himself with cordiality and he'd genuinely laughed. They'd gotten along, Lazarus and Alastair. After she'd escaped with Lazarus from their home, they'd run into him and had befriended him through a rough series of bickering. But... they'd somehow come to trust each other completely through the horrors they'd faced. When she’d seen him lifeless on the floor like that… she felt that she understood what he’d meant by break. His words had stayed with her after that.
You should be rejoicing right now. She'd watched as the gun had been aimed directly at her heart and the bloodied eye had watched at her, searching her reactions. In the distance, she could hear Lazarus' infuriated roar. People like you and Alastair — you’re supposed to die with a burning knife in the back, not a painless bullet to the heart.
Given his uncontrollable temper, if Dante Joan had figured out that there were two Gansey’s hiding underneath their roof, if he knew that Remus had covered the fact up with bribes to the Ravens, if he knew about the Rockshire assassin who attacked Sybil and Will in the infirmary, if he knew how jeopardized they were in this so-called game…..
Remus couldn’t leave their residence with a mortal injury that would immobilize him. He was a key player, a well-known face and name. If Dante threw his wild temper at Remus and left him down on the ground, the other organizations would catch on. There was no way Dante would be able to injure Remus any further without giving out free hints to the other groups; he was already stretching himself thin. It would only give the other gangs an opportunity to dig the already open wound of the Ravens, give them a chance to tear everything apart with hungry, dripping fangs. Remus was the heart of the Ravens, and if the heart were to still, everything would break. On the other hand, she was a simple feather lightly added onto a pile of meat and muscle of a raven, decorating its imposing exterior. One of her arms had been wasted to Gladys' bullet. Most of the others distrusted her, regarded her as someone manipulating and callous.
One missing dusty feather wouldn’t hurt.
The rhetoric words that left Lenore’s mouth weren’t icy or cutting, despite the very small spark in her dark eyes. Her voice was level — composed. It almost sounded more like a statement rather than a question. “And you’d sit still somewhere when you know too well what might happen?” Maybe she was wrong about what he would’ve done, had his role been switched with anyone else. Maybe she’d miscalculated and this—… Who was she kidding, that wasn’t right. From what he’d done over and over again, if someone else he genuinely cared about were in his shoes… if he knew that they’d be walking right into a trap filled with iron barbs alone on their own, he wouldn’t be idly lying down on some bed resting and counting the number of imaginary sheep (not that she did). What was more — it was a trap that the person would be aware about, but would be heading in anyway. Remus had placed his neck on the table too many times for her to count, and that alone was her answer. He could’ve abandoned those who would’ve dragged him down — he could’ve thrown others under the train to save himself. He hadn’t. Maybe he had in the past he had — maybe he’d done it over and over to gain what he most wanted. He’d probably done things he wasn’t proud of — something that she’d done as well. But…
No one was bound to the obligation to be the same person they were in the past, even if they hadn’t realized it themselves. Even if they were a part of the most feared Underground organizations.
She hadn’t been expecting an answer from Remus. Not at the moment, anyway. He would probably reply with something that told her to go downstairs again. Kind of like what would happen in a novel, except this novel was completely unpredictable.
“You have to get back down-…”
As expected.
The lithe Raven only ducked her head before she was soon inside of the office, her face rather impassive, though it wasn’t exactly cold, either. Her eyes hadn’t betrayed any sign of surprise when the monstrous doors creaked open, revealing the stoic-faced cruel master of the Ravens and his simmering gray eyes — or when Remus had gently nudged her into the office. Her eyes followed the man known to be one of the most cruelest men in London as he walked back over to his desk. When she was outside, she’d noticed the dark silhouettes of his guards, and wasn’t surprised to see them towering over everything against various areas of the walls.
This was too similar to what had happened all those years back. Only this time, she wasn’t waiting hours and hours in complete darkness for the person she loved. She was standing next to him.
- Did he feel a flicker of amusement? Why yes. Yes, quite so. Glancing over at Morgan who looked like he was about to say something to Eliza but had decided against it upon seeing her stiff shoulders, then spotting Eliza turn abruptly from him with a scowl upon her face… it wasn’t a sight that you could see every day. And it was even more amusing how Remus’ punishment seemed to have less effect on Morgan — the Morgan whose expression usually never showed anything else but calm — than Eliza’s angered reaction. He didn’t look like he knew what to do with his hands, or his feet for that matter. He just looked like he wanted to apologise for whatever he’d done that’d gotten her so riled up, though he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.
Oh, the stupid idiot was certainly a stupid idiot all right.
Nazareth shot another smug look over at Morgan, who answered with a silent scowl of his own. He looked quite like Elliot when he did that: hot-headed, gregarious, stubborn, unyielding. The guy still had a bit of feistiness in him, even if he’d turned into a soft mush of compassion and selflessness over the long years they’d last met.
He remembered how Morgan had reacted — embarrassed and surprised — at his statement regarding the girl: stupefied, red in the ears, utterly shy. It’d been the first time he’d seen Morgan look much more relaxed than he normally did when he’d caught the pale-haired youth with any other person before. Sure, he looked like he was comfortable when he was around Sybil, light-heartedly conversing with her and receiving her jokes with his own, and sure, he looked relaxed and even a little nostalgic around Lenore, who looked like something between an old friend and a older sister when he stood next to her. And sure, he looked quietly determined and slightly timid when he was with Remus on a normal basis, faithful to every order and task given to him by the man. But there was a different air to him when he stood next to Eliza, Nazareth had noticed. He was certain that he hadn’t been the only one who had.
It would take an inanimate object to not notice how much he’d grown to care about Eliza, though how he’d come to that point, Nazareth couldn’t really guess. While he was caring towards many, even if it was someone who’d been trying to murder him… he couldn’t recall the last time Morgan had been like this. Sybil had a different charm about her — endearing with her short blond hair and small stature, but quite boisterous and reckless at times. And she really could pack a punch. Yet at the same time she was considerate in her own way and with a surprising feminine side which she handled quite awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do with it. On the other hand, Lenore, frail-looking and graceful, appeared insincere with her mysterious demeanour and perceptive smiles, but was surprisingly kind and empathetic behind the mask she put up for herself. But Eliza… she was likeable enough, he thought with a small tilt of his head. She’d read past his intentions in the courtyard and had nodded her head in what looked like gratitude when they were ushered in. He hadn’t seen her too many times, but from what he’d he’d seen, she seemed strong-spirited while also quietly determined. She was pretty too with her golden-brown locks and kind eyes. And he couldn’t remember her complaining, even with the misfortune she’d been dragged into.
Once they were inside of the residence and away from the motherly prying eyes of Benny, he spoke, his feet silent against the floor beneath himself even with the weight of his weapon and his shoes. “You certain that you don’t need that cut looked at?” He approached her (he made sure to keep a polite distance) with his indifferent expression, though the scowl that usually obscured his face couldn’t be seen. The cut didn’t look deep — and he understood that it only looked worse than it was because of the bleeding. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to take a look at it. After all, the last time he’d told someone he was fine and that the wound only looked worse than it was, he’d fainted in the middle of the hallway. It hadn’t been too fun listening to Benny’s long lecture after that.
“If not.. I can show you back to Lenore’s room. You must be tired from the whole mess.” Nazareth glanced back at the hallway, where the others had already dispersed back to where they’d come from. His gaze trailed back over to where she stood and quirked an eyebrow in silent question. “Or I can call someone else to guide you back.” He wasn’t the most… warm-hearted and friendly individuals around, after all (he was well-aware of that fact). She could feel uncomfortable with him if they were alone in the hallways — given the fact that he was also the opposite gender. Whichever decision she made, he’d respect that. It wouldn't be hard for him to call a small Raven boy to fetch a much friendlier member, but if she chose to stay with him, well… then he’d respect that, too.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 15, 2016 11:46:33 GMT -5
[ Nazareth sees morgzila he could be that one guy in EVERY BOOK that tries to break all the ships cause he doesn't get one. Or he could just be the help. ] [ morgzila will prevail because MOrgan done messed UP. ] [ with great power and great responsibility comes great uh....sleeping powers and ice cream .m. ]
Stupid Stupid Stupid Lenore
Stupid Stupid Stupid Morgan
Stupid Stupid Stupid William Gansey
Stupid Stupid Stupid Sybil
.....dumb Eliza
Remus could only think those simple thoughts as Dante looked at the two ravens in front of him. Of course he looked angry underneath those eyes, the fire from his fireplace reflected off those stone cold slates. He sat down in his chair with a heavy sigh and shifted his body a bit, looking toward Lenore and Remus. "Glad to see you are feeling better Lenore" Dante said, shifting aside some pens and papers as he spoke. He spoke so casually like this was just some get together and they were all gonna enjoy a spot of tea. "Benny certainly is the best in what he does, I sure hope he saw to your wound as well Remus?" He went on, those eyes flickering up to those blue ones. In the dark, Remus's eyes would usually hold some sort of glow. Some sort of twinkle...but here they were dull. Remus didn't have anything that glowed about him, it was just his own tense self in a room with a hungry lion. Not to mention Lenore had decided to come on around, did he tell her before to not worry about him? Did he actually say it or did his eyes try to scream it at her. To get her to go away and let him deal with it.
Dante cleared his throat after a moment and leaned back in his chair. "You know Remus...usually when I call you...you usually I don't know....you are usually suppose to come when I say" Dante said and that's when those eyes narrowed. Remus stiffened slightly and broke eye contact with the man to look down at his boots. A tiny scowl tried to edge it's way onto his face. He hated this, looking like this in front of others -- in front of Lenore. "I am sorry sir I...I had some problems to deal with" He said softly, keeping his eyes on the ground. You never look Dante in the eye if he doesn't want you to. Remus learned to never look a man in the eye unless you have to. He learned that from years of being in a gang and....at home.
"And what would that be?"
"There was an...outbreak in the courtyard....I had to go and take care of it you see" Remus said, looking up to Dante for a split second before looking off toward one of his drone like guards who only stared off into space. "Between who?" Dante pushed on, seeming to be curious about this little outbreak. "Um...between the girl, Morgan, Marjorie, Josiah and Nazareth" Remus went on to explain. "There was some...soft subjects that were touched on apparently by Morgan's word and he...attacked them while harming the girl that had come with us from Lady Rebecca's party..." Remus sighed at the end, forcing himself to not tell Dante that Morgan bluntly lied to his face and that it was the older two ravens who were at fault and...maybe Nazareth. But Dante just tipped his head and frowned, before letting out a chuckle. "Morgan? As in the white haired fellow?" he asked, Remus nodded in return.
"Uh...was he punished accordingly?"
"I have removed him from the brawl tomorrow....the next possible candidate would seem to be either Edward or Nazareth. Whoever comes first before the night is over. Which leaves Sybil, the girl Eliza, and one of the two men I mentioned" Remus let the words flow from his mouth, letting Dante know what he needed to know. The man just nodded before getting up and walking over to the two of them. "Well that's nice...that seems like a good line up Remus...very good indeed" Dante said, before slapping his hand over Remus's shoulder, the one with the burn plastered on the back. Remus could only take in a silent inhale of air when Dante's hand connected to the still soft tissue, his eyes flying upwards and nodding before looking down. "I trust you won't fail me tomorrow then, if you do I...I will be very angry Remus. Very upset. And I hate being upset you know? And if you were to fail I won't hesitate to add to your...collection of scars and burns" Dante said and smiled something sickly and disgusting. Remus only nodded, while avoiding Lenore's and Dante's eyes. "Yes sir....they won't fail" He said softly.
Please don't fail.... He thought, certainly not wanting to add another mark to himself. He had enough already. "Right. See that Lenore? Remus won't fail so no one will get hurt like last time. Because it was whose fault last time Remus?" Dante said, walking back to his desk and snapping his fingers for Remus to answer. "My fault...that she got shot" Remus said, those words Dante had forced him to say the last time he was here. Dante nodded and looked over once more, a smile still plastered on his face. "That's right...now I'm gonna be easy on you Remus. You seem to have had a rough day so I won't hold you up here for a moment longer..." Dante said. Of course not, he didn't want a audience to Remus's punishment. He didn't want someone else to run around and tell people what he did. It only means that the next time Remus messes up he wouldn't hesitate to make it something really cruel.
"Thank you...sir" Remus forced out, hoping, praying, that Lenore didn't say anything. He didn't want her to stick her neck out for him. He didn't want her here where she could open her big mouth and say something that would result in her earning more wounds then she needed. He only glanced at her, before looking away once more. "Right....now off you two go. Go on. I only needed a moment...And Remus" Dante said before Remus could turn around. "If there is anything else you would like to tell me....please feel free to go ahead and say it" Dante said, but Remus could only shake his head. "No sir, that's all....I will have the numbers for tonight's income to you tomorrow" Remus said, turning away sharply so he didn't have to see the face of Dante Joan any longer.
He pushed open those doors, taking Lenore's hand and pulling her through. If Lenore had not been there then he was sure that Dante would had pressed another Raven into his back or his belly or his chest or anywhere with skin. Dante was shy when it came to inflicting punishment. He liked doing it in the dark where no one could see...unless he wanted to make someone else suffer. Dante didn't have anything against Lenore....and Remus won't let her have the chance to make that mistake. He gently pulled Lenore away from the office and down the stairs, his eyes pinned forward and away from her. He wanted to turn her around and yell at her for being so dumb and stupid. He wanted to yell at her and Morgan to stop being idiots. He wanted to yell at Will simply because he wanted to, and Sybil well he would end up yelling at her at some point .
So instead he stopped right on the flight of stairs that connected the rooms of the third floor with the fourth floor. He just turned around and looked at her, his tired blue eyes trying to muster some sort of annoyed glimmer to them. "Don't ever do that again" He muttered, his voice instead sounding busted like a record. Like he had said that term a million times before this. "I don't care what has been going on....but I don't want to see you up there anymore. You shouldn't have even been there" He said softly, looking away from her and shaking his head slightly. "Go back to the infirmary or back to your room or something. Just...just do whatever" Remus said. Remus wanted to sleep....he didn't want to look at Lenore and see her pity or sympathy. He didn't want to see her anger or frustration at him. He just wanted tonight to end and tomorrow to begin.
Remus didn't want to argue anymore, at least for now he didn't. He looked at her for a moment longer before turning away, his eyes darting around for a second or two before his feet began to carry him the rest of the way. He didn't want to be lectured to about this or that. He didn't want her to worry about him. There was nothing to worry about
On the other hand Benny watched Nazareth and Eliza walk away all Benny could do was look at Morgan and just shake his head.
He could smell the new drama on the waves....all the fresh young bopper drama was suffocating.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 15, 2016 21:23:04 GMT -5
[[ sorry guys I was super busy at work today. actually I was super busy all day. & I have to get up really early tomorrow so I can't stay up now;
if you want to skip ahead or whatever that's fine with me since Will's asleep and Eliza's just with Nazareth ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 15, 2016 21:46:19 GMT -5
[ I understand, I was busy at work as well ( thank the lords I don't have to work for the next couple of days after tomorrow ) you get some sleep busy bee ]
[ I was also thinking about skipping ahead after the next reply or so, to the next day for the brawl happy fight time yaaaeey~ ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 16, 2016 20:40:58 GMT -5
[[ soooo tired. so it’s short.
Morgan didn’t mess up too badly. Eliza’s just got a short temper (but forgives quickly unless it’s Will or something)
definitely for skipping soon ]]
Eliza stood stiffly off to the side, watching the other Ravens as they went on their way to do who knew what. Should she follow? They might be heading back to the gambling hall, in which case she'd be able to find her way back up to Lenore’s room from there. But they could also be going somewhere entirely different, and she didn't want to have to ask like an innocent little lamb who didn't know their way around. Innocent little lambs made easy prey for wolves, and wolves were abundant among these halls. She would've asked Morgan, but… She was still angry.
Not even angry at him necessarily - she was more angry with herself for her behaviour around him. She'd practically been flirting with him, down to batting her eyelashes and everything, hadn't she? Eliza didn't flirt - not unless she had to for a job. Will was supposed to be the flirtatious Gansey and she - she hated the idea of being anything like that. She hadn't really, but she might’ve. Either way, it would've been pointless; Morgan was kind and all, but Eliza wouldn't be around much longer. Nothing would come of anything - she'd make sure of it. But all this had her frustrated with Morgan by extension.
A voice snapped her out of her reverie. Eliza looked up, taking in the man in front of her. Tall, pale-skinned… and dark-haired; Nazareth, not Morgan. She felt a subtle twinge of relief - and a little bit of disappointment - both of which she immediately suppressed. To his question she shook her head. She gestured to to injury in question. ”It's just a scratch, but thank you.” She answered honestly. She could have it looked at, but it really wouldn’t serve much purpose other than taking up someone else's time, useless when she was perfectly capable of mending it herself. Having anything looked after by other people was… strange. Not altogether a bad feeling. But she wouldn't allow herself to get used to it.
At his next offer Eliza paused, considering. It was exactly what she'd been hoping for - wishing for, really. Of course, she hadn't expected Nazareth to be the one to offer. Despite his help in the courtyard, the dark haired man didn't seem the friendliest type. Something about him was gruff, reserved - but he didn't make her uncomfortable. Maybe because he'd helped her before they'd even really met - that was probably more for Morgan's sake than hers, but it applied anyway. She wasn't afraid of him - it didn't hurt that he wasn't hard on the eyes either, although that fact probably should've made her more cautious. She cast a quick glance in Morgan's direction before looking back at Nazareth.
”That would be lovely, Nazareth. I am pretty tired,” Eliza replied, voice weary but honest. His name rolled off her tongue easily - an unusual name, she thought, but not in a bad way. There were far too many Williams and Peters and Georges and Elizabeths , hence why she went as Eliza and not Elizabeth. She gave a little smile, which was worn out by the drama of the day, and shook her head. ”You don't need to call someone else - I wouldn't want to trouble them.” She tilted her head, not entirely sure why he would offer such a thing, why she wouldn't want his help when - her eyes widened a fraction. ”Unless you didn't want to, of course. I'm sure I could find someone else or my own way if that's the case.” She swallowed, stopping herself before she could ramble.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 16, 2016 20:50:39 GMT -5
[ never forgive will just because well Will ] [ si si then Gladys can get punched in the face hole gotta punch them all]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 17, 2016 3:09:09 GMT -5
( no problem ult! i was super busy to i’m so sorry for my short reply and slowness x~x oh nazareth. hmmm... that's an interesting idea... we'll see how things turn out cx happy brawl time indeed mwahahaha
sybil’s endearing, eliza’s adorable.
i third(?) the skipping idea xux )
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And just as Remus turned away, so did Lenore, who didn’t really seem to have much of anything to say left to the much taller Raven. The flicker of annoyance — at least, the fact that he was trying to muster the emotion into them — was quite obvious in his blue eyes, and the fact the he didn’t want any pity or sympathy or anger was quite clear, too. Not that she really had any at the moment, anyway, or the vigour to say much. Her anger, had she had any, would most likely be directed towards Dante. Her pity was with Gladys, and her sympathy rested with Sybil and William and Eliza and Morgan. She wasn’t quite sure what she felt for the raven-haired individual and his stubborn, over-protective mindset.
If Dante had made another mark on Remus — oh, the thought of the man just made her head hurt — out of reckless anger, then the Ravens would have been in a little bit of trouble. Her feet were quiet against the floor, which was quite opposite of her mind.
‘Added to your collection of scars and burns.’ So that was it then. Did he wield the fire poker around? Was that what he’d done to Remus’ upper back? The contact had looked way too unnatural to just be a casual gesture. And he’d — with a smile plastered to his face — addressed her at one point, only to redirect his question to Remus, who seemed to reluctantly give his answer at the snap of the man’s fingers. Before she even had the chance to think about replying or not, she’d been dragged out of the office. He was clearly one way or another worried that she’d make herself and enemy of Dante Joan. But he was the one walking on a much more precarious path — given his status and the favour that Dante seemed to possess, not her.
Says the person who did the things he shouldn’t have.
She hadn’t risked her neck trying to save a wounded Raven in a ball filled with thugs and murderers of all sort, and she hadn’t been the one risking another sacrifice for the two Ganseys in their residence. He was clearly one way or another worried that she’d make herself and enemy of Dante Joan. Not to mention that he was the one walking on a much more precarious path — given his status and the favour that Dante seemed to possess.
The thoughts blinked out as she continued her way down the corridors with her hands loosely resting against her side. They’d certainly return to her the moment she stepped into the infirmary.
Speaking of which… There was a small problem that she would have to face for running out of the place for the hundredth time over the past two days or so.
Benny.
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His eyes followed Eliza’s as she cast a quick look in Morgan’s direction, who was speaking quietly with another Raven who’d pulled him over to the side before he could really do much. The flustered look to him had vanished, leaving his pale hair to fall over his tranquil face and his hands to remain relaxed even with the small gestures he made. So he still wore his glove around. Interesting. He understood that Morgan had been one of the children at the time who had hated Elvira the most, and that the concealment of his hand had a relation to the woman.
He was about to turn around and lead Eliza back to Lenore’s room until… possibly one of the most surprising things happened: his lips quirked into a smirk. And much to anyone’s bemusement, it wasn’t mocking or disregarding, either. Nazareth Strain actually looked genuinely caught off guard and amused at Eliza’s words and reaction to his statement when she spoke of finding someone else or finding her own way.
“I don’t mind,” he answered while he swivelled around without looking at her. “It’s not like I have much to do at the moment anyway.” What a curious guest they had. He could start to understand a little bit why Morgan seemed to be willing to stay close with her, even with the knowledge that she’d be leaving sometime soon. As long as she was safe from tomorrow’s brawl, that was.
Hopefully, no one would leave the area scathed and battered. Or dead.
He was silent most of the time when he lead her through the vast hallways, though, thankfully, the silence that had nestled in between them hadn’t been an uncomfortable one. Just… a little distant, perhaps. Morgan could become friendly with her all he wanted, but that wasn’t close to Nazareth’s intention. He would keep her out of trouble as much as possible in the brawl to the best of his abilities, but that was it.
At least, for now it was.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 17, 2016 11:53:48 GMT -5
[ it's alright misc there is no need to say the sorry c: ] [ and Lenore is marvelous ] [ I'm just gonna skip right on ahead since the votes have been counted ] [ brawl time >:3 ]
Morning came faster then expected.
But honestly, that was a good thing. At least for Remus who had barely slept at all last night, and eventually locked himself in his office to drown in his work. But now here he was waiting at the entrance of the La Selina, the clouds had opened up to a shower of non stop rain as if to symbolize the mood set for today. Remus had cleaned himself up from last night, his hair smoothed back once more and a fresh crisp suit he was wearing. A Dark blue tailed coat with silver buttons lining one side, and underneath a silk Bonaventure vest. He had to look snazzed up, as did every other gang member that would be coming today but not fighting in the brawl. Although, Remus had sent a few Ravens to go ahead and get the dogs. Just like he ordered the hounds would be readied at the gates of the race track and be released if things were to turn south for the three Ravens fighting. Remus cleared his throat a bit, tugging on his tie as an act of just being impatient. He wasn't nervous in the slightest....we maybe a tiny bit but he had faith in who was fighting. He had heard from last night Nazareth would be replacing Morgan and considering how the two act around each other well....Remus didn't know how Morgan felt about that.
But Morgan had chosen to lie last night. He could be right here with the rest but instead he chose to lie. That still pushed a few of Remus's buttons, but he wouldn't dwell on it too much. A lot was riding on this brawl and Remus was eager to see some Rockshires and Purple Dragons beat the snot out of each other, or better yet have his ravens beat them both.
Speaking of Ravens, Sybil had woken early on account of last night. To be found wrapped in blankets like some human burrito with a smiling face looking back at her. It was a interesting way to wake up but she did some how get out of the trap of blankets and out of the infirmary before Will woke up....she hoped at least, she had knocked over some stuff on the way out while trying to avoid the grabbing hands of Amelia or Benny. Sybil was more focused on the bigger picture now, almost forgetting about the fact she had fought with and killed a big old Shire last night. She had forgotten almost all about, for she was more excited about the fight that was to happen today. The brawl that she has been waiting for.
She darted up the stairs like a cat, trying to skip some steps only to result in some not so graceful stumbles. When Sybil did get to the confines of her room, she nearly yelped at how her reflection when she entered her bathroom. Her hair was messed up in every which way and the ugly bruise around her neck was darker and more notable with her pale skin. The rest of her bruises were just as dark, lining up her arm and even on her stomach. She was lucky that brute didn't clock her in the face, the damage would have been....ugly. She couldn't let others know about the bruises, no one but Lenore, Remus, Benny, and Will. Anyone else would only worry about her in the brawl and probably interrogate her on where the bruises came from.
She changed as quickly as her bruises would allow her, her knuckles were red still from last night but nothing a pair of cold brass knuckles could do. A long sleeved top covered up the bruises on her arms and her gloves with the brass knuckles would cover the red parts on her hands. As for her neck? She just tied a thick scarf around her neck and tried to make it seem like it belonged....she wasn't a fashion guru give her a break. She stumbled right back out of her room with a few pairs of brass knuckles in her hands. She had no idea if Morgan already had a pair for himself but just in case she had a few pairs in his size and some in Eliza's size. Of course Sybil had no idea that Nazareth had taken Morgan's place in the brawl, and would be in for a big old surprise when she finds out.
She didn't aim to look nice today, just something simple that wouldn't make people guess why she was just wearing a long sleeved shirt and a scarf around her neck. Even in a brawl she would have worn a vest and a nice under shirt.
Sybil flew back down the stairs and was out in the main hall before she knew it, pants tucked into her boots and her hair was fixed so as not to attract birds. Of course Remus was already set, did that man ever sleep?
"You ready? Cause I'm ready" Sybil said once she was by his side, tugging on her gloves over the brass knuckles. Her voice sounded...better then it did last night. A bit rough but other wise okay. "Of course I am, are you? You are the one that looks like a bruised banana under all that clothing" Remus mumbled, looking down at Sybil. He could see just a sliver of the bruise ringing around her neck, if she moved around too much he would end up seeing the thing in full. "I'm fine! I'm just ready to punch Gladys in the nose, maybe it could make her look less ugly with a bloody face" Sybil said and pressed her face against the glass doors that lead outside, the rain hitting the glass with sharp pings.
"Stop pressing your face against the window, it was just cleaned"
"Stop wearing stupid suits and then we'll talk about me pressing my face against the window"
There is was. Old banter back and the feelings of last nights events evaporated into the air. Remus must be crazy if he was willing to think about how much he missed the banter he shared with others. He wished he could sap whatever fountain that Sybil drank from that gave her this kind of energy. "Is anyone coming with us?" Sybil asked as she watched the outside, her gray eyes turning up to Remus with one eyebrow raised. "Maybe Lenore if she's up to it....or if Benny is willing to let her out." Remus said. "And maybe Morgan if I allow it" He said carefully, knowing Sybil had no idea about what had happened last night. It was best to tell her now then let her figure it out.
"What do you mean Hawkins? Morgan is fighting with me and Eliza"
"Um....about that" Remus began and chuckled softly before looking at the much smaller Raven, who was frowning up at him with now narrowed eyes. "There was a problem last night and Morgan...chose to take the fall. I have replaced him in the brawl with Nazareth." Remus said quickly, looking down as Sybil's eyes only widen and a frown turned to a scowl. "What do you mean? What did I miss last night?! Is that why I was wrapped in a big old blanket trap?!" Sybil said, stepping back from the window to look at Remus. He shrugged and looked to the side with a sheepish look to his face. "Sybil it's nothing to worry about, Naz-"
"You know what I said about him!"
"That he looks go-"
"Not that!" Sybil interrupted quickly and dropped her voice a bit before glancing around, her ears turning a bit red as she looked away from Remus. "It's just....I don't know. I don't know Nazareth well enough. Not like Morgan." She mumbled. Morgan was like a brother to her, while Nazareth was....someone else that wasn't Morgan. Either way, if Morgan did come today to watch the brawl...she was going to beat his face in after for whatever it was he did to get removed from the brawl. Stupid Morgan.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 18, 2016 7:05:06 GMT -5
( thank you TvT
thank you again ;v; that sounds wonderful c; yushhhhh ladies and gentlemen it’s showtime >:D )
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“Well,” a relaxed voice came from behind the bantering pair. “I’m sorry that you’ll have to be stuck with me for the day.” Nazareth Strain stood quite nonchalantly, though his usual small scowl was visible upon his lips. His sharp eyes, dark and distant, rested on Sybil for a brief moment before trailing over to the walls of the main hall. He didn’t have an air of hostility around himself necessarily, though the air around himself wasn’t exactly friendly, either.
Similarly like Remus, he was already ready, dressed in his loose white shirt and dark pants — not too far off from what he usually seemed to wear. He shifted his weight his locks falling over his face, which was quite unreadable. It was hard to tell what thoughts were passing through the stoic Raven’s head, even with all the chaos the other day. And it was hard to tell what he thought about Sybil’s words, though he looked far from being bothered by them.
So did the mess the other day get to him? Not really. He couldn’t bother with the pettiness of some of the motivations for some of the vengeful Ravens who didn’t even have the strength to do anything. They could caw all they wanted like cowardly crows and it still wouldn’t mean anything. As long as he did the things that were required of him and he could finish the things he’d come here for in the first place… none of these people mattered.
At least, not at the moment, anyway.On the other hand, Morgan awoke with a slight pressure to his head. Resting his hand on his forehead, he groggily lay still for a moment, allowing eyes to adjust to the light that seeped into his room. His pale hair was scattered around himself and a few strands rested upon his cheeks. Quietly, he allowed a sigh to escape himself. He wasn’t sure of what to think.
The corners of the vision of his eyes were blurry, as if someone had smudged a window with a hand dipped in paint. Slowly, yesterday’s events started to come back to him bit by bit, and he almost grimaced at the thought of Remus’ steely blue eyes. Had Eliza gotten back to her room safely? Were Marjorie and Josiah back in their own rooms? Was Sybil and Gansey all right? Was Lenore? Remus? The thought made him want to go back to sleep and forget everything.
He rolled over to his side, pulling the covers over his head as if to block out reality and let himself drift back off into the blissful space of nothingness. But, of course, it didn’t come. Pushing the already-wrinkled blanket away from himself, he sat upright and swung his feet over the bed, allowing his feet to touch the cool floor beneath. He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep and for how long he’d slept. All he understood was that he felt tired and slightly dizzy as he stood up, sending a rush of blood to his head.
Right, the brawl. He wasn’t a part of it anymore.
At least, he thought to himself as he tied back his pale blond hair, he would be able to stay close to the brawl if Remus allowed it. He felt a twinge of something indescribable as he remembered his lie. He rarely lied like that to Remus — it was almost unnecessary for him to. But… at the same time, as stupid as he sounded, he didn’t want to see Marjorie and Josiah crippled or even killed just for a slip they’d made when they hadn’t even had the chance to win anyway.
He didn’t feel like he’d be able to sit still if he were forced to stay in the residence, though. There was Sybil and Eliza who’d be fighting, and he wouldn’t be there back to back with either one of them when they were facing off some of the most deadliest fighters who would definitely not play fairly by the standard rules. As much as he didn’t want to, he could only put a good amount of his faith in Nazareth to keep both of them out of trouble.
And he’d have to avoid Sybil for a while before he was punched in the face for being omitted from the brawl.
Oh, that wouldn’t be good.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 18, 2016 10:58:09 GMT -5
[ sneaky naz got something tucked in his sleeves ] [ fightfightfightfightpeanutfight ]
Sybil and Remus both turned at the sound of Nazareth's voice, Sybil returning the look before looking away and out the glass windows. Speaking of the devil himself. Sybil didn't dislike Nazareth nor was she really fond of him yet. He barely spoke to her or anyone, the only time she ever saw him interact with another human being was when he was fighting in the rings. She reached up to fiddle with the scarf around her neck for a moment, only looking up when Remus reached up to tug it up some. "It'll be fine Sybil. Besides you two can get to know each other. Make friends and all that fun jazz" Remus said and tried for a smile. Sybil just frowned and looked away, tapping at the glass of the window. "What did Morgan do last night?" She asked after a moment of silence, causing Remus to cringe slightly before clearing his throat.
"Why don't you ask him when he comes down...I'm sure he would love to tell you that story" Remus said before looking back toward the gambling hall. He wasn't really in the mood to tell Sybil about how Morgan openly lied to his face to take the punishment for Marjorie and Josiah. And if he did tell Sybil, Remus himself still didn't know what had happened last night, but he didn't want Sybil to go off and find the two herself and give them a piece of her mind
Or fist
She would just have to hear it from Morgan himself, and if Morgan chose to come today Remus wouldn't stop him. Remus would also not stop Sybil from punching Morgan in the face if that also came to light. But right now it was time to get moving, and so far Remus only had two of his fighters out of three. "Any of you seen Eliza on the way down?" He asked, glancing toward the hall and back out to the carriages that were being pulled up in front of the La Selina at the moment. "Probably getting ready right now, just hope she brings gloves" Sybil said, raising her one hand that held the brass knuckles. Of course she brought a few pairs but she had brought pairs for Eliza and Morgan. Not Nazareth. It just gave her for a loop that's all. Plus he just gave off this vibe that he didn't want to be friends with anyone. That and he always seemed upset about something. Or he just didn't like anyone around him, which was something that Sybil didn't know how to respond to.
"How was Will when you left him in the infirmary this morning?" Remus asked, trying to ward off the impending silence that was threatening to come over them. "He was sleeping like a big old Baby Gansey, that's how. I didn't wake him up and I didn't stop to chat with Benny either" Sybil said. Well that was sort of a lie considering she had to wrestle her way out of there even with Benny yelling at her to stay here and let him look at her wounds again. "Back to hating him? You were getting along so nicely from what I've heard" Remus said and smiled slightly when Sybil scowled and pressed her face against the glass door again while picturing herself tossing Remus through a window. "I don't....shut up Hawkins...." She grumbled, biting the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't go spewing off into a rant at him...in front of Nazarerth. "What about you? Lenore came in rather late to the infirmary. Benny lectured her for a good hour and a half" Sybil countered, looking up at Remus who just stiffened and looked away.
"That's nothing...she was just out a little late last night then" Remus said and shrugged, before looking back to the gambling hall. "Yeah right, oh look at me I'm Remus dumb dumb Hawkins and I don't want to talk about my lady friend" Sybil said, in the best mock Remus voice she could muster. It hurt her throat but it made Remus scowl and bit before nudging her. "Why don't you go stand in the rain. You like the rain"
"But I enjoy teasing you more"
"I hate you"
"Love you toooooooo" Sybil said and grinned while Remus just scowled. I should move Gansey right into the room next to Sybil's and see how she likes it.... Remus thought to himself before checking the time once more. He let out a long sigh before glancing back toward the hall. "Relax She's got plenty of time. Eliza is fully capable of getting up on her own. But we can always have Gansey walk around the hall yelling again if that suits your fancy in getting her up" Sybil mumbled, turning her body around to lean back against the glass door. Remus just rolled his eyes at this point before beginning to walk away from the group. "I'm gonna go and see if any of our guests are ready to go, you two can stay here and...chat. Whatever it is you do" Remus said as he began to walk away from the pair.
Oh no wait Remus I- Nooooo Sybil thought to herself, watching the red head walk off in search of Eliza and any of the guests that would coming with them. Leaving her with Nazareth...alone. She began to feel that familiar edge of shyness wash over her, her eyes darting down to her gloves and tugging on the fabric. She wished at that moment she had a pack of cards. But...she had left the one deck of cards she had back in the infirmary. Benny had cleaned of the other cards as best he could from the...barf, but ended up having to replace them with a different deck. How did Sybil know all this? Cause Sybil had woken up at one point in the night after Benny's 'lectures' and watched him come in with a new deck. Now Sybil may or may not have gotten into them and shuffled them a bit. But she had....Oh stupid Sybil.....She had left them on the night stand next to Gansey. Thinking maybe he would still want to learn how to properly shuffle.
And here she was now wanting to do something with her hands while at the same time failing to start any conversation. She fiddled with everything, the end of her sleeves, her gloves, her scarf. Anything. She just...didn't know what to say. What's up Nazareth? How's it going? How are those pants? They look brand new.
Remus on the other hand was heading right toward the stairs that led up to the third floor, waiting at the base of the them for either Morgan or Eliza. And Lenore well...he didn't know if she wanted to come or not. Now William was not allowed to come, no way. He was like a beat up piñata and was just dead weight. He could hear about the brawl after they came back in one piece. Remus tapped his fingers against the wooden banister and kept on checking his watch ( yes he had a watch, a little pocket watch with a Raven on the front, fancy right? ) while his blue eyes darted up toward the stairs. Come on little Ravens, flap those wings and get moving.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 18, 2016 17:15:23 GMT -5
[[ sorry guys I've been super busy; my week has been literally work, make dinner, walk dog, sleep. As in sleep at like 10:00 because I've been exhausted cx
anyway I started a reply so I'll finish and get that up after I have some dinner c: ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 18, 2016 17:22:19 GMT -5
[ That's alright Ult <: Dogs and work come first ] [ take your time with the reply, eat la comida I think that's Spanish for food I haven't taken Spanish in 4 years but oh well
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 18, 2016 20:55:53 GMT -5
[[ done! finally.
omg yes Remus do it. Will and Sybil arguing through walls oh my
aaaaand ten o’clock time for bed. help work is killing me. jk it's been really fun ]]
When Will awoke the next day, he felt simultaneously ten times better and ten times worse. Better because the medication had worn off and his head was clear. Worse because the medication had worn off and he could now feel everything. Every part of his body was aching and raw - he felt a little like he'd been run over by a carriage. But he was glad he had his head back. He wouldn't take the pain medicine again, not by choice.
For the first hour he didn't move an inch - he couldn't move an inch, he was pretty sure. It was only when he heard movement that he bothered to move his head, pry open his eyes, just in time to see a messy head of blonde hair disappear through the infirmary doors. Sybil? But where was she going? She'd been roughed up pretty bad in the fight the day before - he would’ve thought she'd have been confined to bed rest. A second later he laughed at that thought - mentally, because it would've hurt to laugh physically. He doubted anyone could confine Sybil if she wanted something. The girl could be pretty intimidating for someone so small. Will's eyes set on something on his bedside table just then, something sort of rectangular… A deck of cards. Exactly like the one he'd seen yesterday, painted with a raven on top. Exactly like the ones Sybil had been teaching him with. Had she left them there for him? It was hard to imagine her doing for him but… who else could it have been? Sybil… Where was she going?
The brawl.
The thought struck him like lightning. Sybil was getting ready for the brawl that was today. The brawl Eliza was to fight in. Will shot straight up, ignoring the pain that coursed through him at the action. He jumped slash climbed (read: fell) out of bed, rushing to get himself ready. The minutes following were a muddle of soreness and frantic motion and regrets, but somehow he was marching out the door in less than half of a quarter of an hour. He'd found some clothes, which he was pretty sure were intended for him but had taken either way - left by Benny the Beard Guy, not Sybil obviously - which were more mundane than his usual fare, but overall alright. His simple white shirt was a little big but not as bad as the one previously found for him, and the brown trousers were too short, but luckily only a tiny bit snug because he was fairly slim. His hair was more haphazard than its usual combed perfection, but there wasn't much more Will could do given that he didn't have so much as a comb. He'd slipped his feet into his own fine leather shoes that he'd worn here and then was racing out the infirmary doors.
Will had been unconscious for his trip to the infirmary, so in actuality he had no idea how to get back to the gambling hall. If anywhere, he'd catch Hawkins or his sister there, right? So it took him at least five minutes to make the usually very quick trip. But he did find it eventually, and when he did he made his way to the front of the facility, to the big glass doors he'd come through the day before. Two figures stood by the doors, neither of them Eliza or Remus but… Sybil. So they hadn't left yet - that was good. He made his way towards the pair, slipping into a casual stride. If his fighters were meeting here, this would be the place where Will would find Remus. He couldn't stop his sister from going to the fight, but she couldn't stop him from coming along. Not to fight - dear god, even he knew he was in no shape to be fighting. But being nearby, it would make him feel like he was doing something at least.
He sidled in beside Sybil, his usual teasing smirk back on his lips. He was still injured, but outside of the infirmary he was Gansey once again. He glanced at the other man, a total stranger to Will's eyes, before looking down at Sybil. ”Sybil,” he greeted, voice smooth the way it had been at the party, though there was a certain mirth in his eyes this time now that he knew the girl personally - she wasn't just some random lady, she was Sybil and he still planned to one-up her. ”Leaving without a good luck kiss?” He, of course, said this without any plan of actually kissing her. He'd be red as a tomato if he even thought too hard on it.
Eliza, meanwhile, was indeed up and getting ready to go. She'd slept well the night before, despite all the events that had occurred earlier - Marjorie and Josiah. She wasn't mad at Morgan anymore - she couldn't be. Even if the two older Ravens had attacked them, she didn't think they deserved to die or anything. She wasn't sure what the punishment was for what they'd done, but from Remus’s reaction it would've been serious. Eliza couldn't understand entirely what had prompted him to do it, she was glad he had. Even if she was disappointed that he'd gotten himself taken out of the brawl. Now she was to fight alongside Sybil, who she was happy enough about, and Nazareth, who she didn't quite understand yet. The dark-haired man had seemed nice enough on the walk back to her room - kind didn't seem like the right word. There was something about him that reminded her of her own situation, one-foot-in-one-foot-out of the Black Ravens. And he'd smiled at her, that always counted for something.
Eliza had scrounged up some fresh clothes for the day of the fight, and now she stood inspecting them in the mirror. She was dressed all in black, from her throat to her fingertips to her toes. Black long-sleeve blouse under a black vest, with black pants, black boots, black gloves. Everything was simple, but the uniformity of the all-black clothing made her feel striking. Her golden brown curls were pulled back into a simple plait. Black clothes, fighting clothes; they wouldn't show any blood.
She didn't allow herself time to reconsider before she strode out into the hall, down the stairs to the first floor. She was going to fight today, no matter what happened. Nothing would get in her way.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 19, 2016 9:53:59 GMT -5
( no problem ult c: take your time with your replies cx
ooo spanish )
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The first person he saw couldn’t be Remus, right?
The moment he stepped out of his room, letting the door behind himself ‘click’ softly, Morgan was greeted by the sight of the scarlet-haired Raven who seemed to be checking something in his hand. For a brief second, he thought about slinking away through the backstairs. But that wouldn’t be of any use; Remus stood right at the base of the floor, where he, with his blasted pale hair, stood out sorely against the vast, empty, and long hallway. Sighing to himself, he shook his head to the side a little to clear out his clogged mind and made his way down the long path ahead, towards where Remus stood.
This would be a long day. And hopefully, it would be one without any casualties. “Morning,” he mumbled when he approached the other Raven, ducking his head the slightest bit out of habit with his gloved hand lightly rubbing the back of his neck. He was dressed rather simply, which wasn’t uncommon for the humble Raven with his good-natured red-golden eyes and his usually seen smile. It wasn’t absent from his face this morning despite the events that had taken place the other day, though his gaze was casted anywhere else but Remus. He wasn’t quite certain how the much older Raven would react, really. The other day he’d looked ready to pull the trigger and shoot his head, not his knees, angered with ice daggers glaring at those brave enough to meet eyes with him.
He didn’t regret what he’d done (well, maybe a little) but it still made him feel small and helpless against the older and more respected Raven. He understood that the fiasco had not helped his friend at all the other day — he remembered the angered man mentioning something about ‘attention-seekers’ and felt sheepish — with whatever else could have been going on within the residence. From what he’d heard the other day as Nazareth and Eliza had been leaving, he’d heard about some other quite… ‘exploits.’ The failed assassination attempt — the rumours being spread by Bethany and her actions. The fact that there’d been a small conflict between a few Ravens regarding what he’d did, shielding Marjorie and Josiah (the gossipers were already coming up with their little theories). He suddenly found the odd spot on the end of his shoe rather fascinating.
But Nazareth found the situation in front of himself to be interesting, since there was almost nothing else to notice about the main hall. Sure, there was a small buzz of energy going around all the people, but that was about it. It was just the usual rowdy group of people he’d come to grow familiar with who were acting up from the anticipation of the events soon to take place. And this must be… William Gansey. The all-so-mighty prince of the Rockshires who’d fallen out of their ranks and ended up with the Ravens because… circumstances. He looked similar to his sister in a way with the same honey-golden brown hair and the same hued eyes.
But the guy carried himself as if he owned the residence even with all the beating he’d earned the other day, his steps confident and assured — sharply different from the much more reserved Eliza. Nazareth’s eyebrows furrowed a little together. It would be better of the man sat still in the infirmary and kept himself out of sight for a while until the riled up Ravens calmed their feathers down and would be able to accept him to a fairly better degree than now. Most were still shaken and a little too excited from the commotions that had been happening consecutively one after another, and the sight of another Gansey’s face didn’t make things better. If one of them were to slip a word and let it reach the ears of the one man he’d heard about too often… then the two Ganseys would be people who would single-handedly cripple the organization.
Well, no mater. He just turned his head away with his arms crossed over his chest, his dark hair falling over his eyes and his guarded scowl set on his face. Not like he had much obligation to stay with the Ravens for a long time, anyway. The whole place could come down in flames and he wouldn’t give a thin line of sympathy.
It’d taken her a long time to persuade Benny. Luckily, she’d managed to slip out of the infirmary after agreeing to his terms (to which she’d sincerely felt a small stab of guilt as she knew that she probably wasn’t going to be able to stay out of trouble — honestly who would on a day like this?) and had made her way down the corridors of the residence after she’d glanced over at Sybil, who was wrapped up quite tightly, and William, who was still knocked out, good as stone. Her eyebrows almost furrowed. If her arm hadn’t been wasted, she would’ve given back the Rockshire’s their little gift in the arena.
The lithe Raven kept her gaze straight in front of herself. It felt like she hadn’t noticed the gazes that were being thrown in her direction. Otherwise, she was probably simply ignoring them as her name was tossed around a few times between themselves when they thought she wasn’t listening. They were quite loud, actually; she could hear them quite well even as they tried to whisper to one another. Of course, she understood without much complaint that most of the Ravens’ trust leaned more towards the sweet and kind Bethany. Their hostility was natural. In fact, she thought with a small twinge of wry humour: those who took her side were the strange ones.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 19, 2016 11:19:59 GMT -5
[ Swible will happen it's happening arguing through the night lol ] [ hola, um La biblioteca and Spanish stuff ] [ work and fun used in the same sentence wha cx ]
Oh. Heaven, help this man
Sybil slowly turned her head at the sound of the voice, her eyes dragging up to meet the all too familiar gaze of William Gansey. What in all of London was he doing here?! She let her eyes narrow at the tone of voice he was using, the same one that was used at the party. So everything was back to normal right? The man she was looking at was William Gansey and not Will that she had tried to teach shuffling tricks to. She stepped back from the glass door and raised her hand. But never less his statement made her ears tinge red as did her cheeks, so she slipped off the glove to reveal the brass knuckle set she had underneath. "Do you see this Gansey? I will, and most certainly punch you in the face and drag you back to that infirmary bed do you hear me?" She said, tugging the glove back on before scowling up at him
"What do you think you are doing up anyway, strollin' around like it's bloody Christmas eve and no one will mind? You were kept in the infirmary for a reason!" She hissed, tugging on the gloves on her hands before looking back up at him. "And not just because your face can make a baby cry" She muttered. The heck did he think he was, the queen? Thinking he can just stroll on out of the infirmary without a care in the world? Did he not know he was still a former Rockshire and that they were still the Black Ravens. And some of them still want his head on a stick? For example, Sybil wanted his head on a stick right now. She wanted to kick him in the gut with her steel toed boots or knock him over the head with a chair. He was still injured the idiot, and no way was Remus going to let this fool have his way and come along. Will couldn't come along, he would be dragged into the fight and butchered. Of course it wouldn't be Sybil's fault because she would happily tell him her favorite phrase:
I told you so Gansey
Of course it wasn't up to her if he came or not. Remus on the other hand was looking down at his watch and toward the stairs and hall. Even though the brawl didn't really have a set time Remus still wanted to arrive early just to make sure that they were well....early. When he heard Morgan's voice he glanced up and raised a single eyebrow toward the man who avoided his blue gaze. "Morning Morgan, and uh..." Remus craned his neck slightly when he saw Eliza's form on the stairs and tipped his head further. "Morning Eliza. You look good for the brawl, very good. I think Sybil is waiting down stairs for you with Brass knuckles to go under those gloves" Remus said and checked his watch again before frowning. "Come now, let's get moving then. Yip yip and all that fun stuff" Remus said and gestured for the two to move forward.
Was Remus a little agitated still with dear Morgan? Well....a bit. He had dearly wanted to beat Josiah and Marjorie last night with a bat or at least put a bullet in their knees. Heck he would have done it to Morgan if Remus didn't feel any pity for the man. But now was no time to dwell on that. He wanted to get everyone gathered up and read to leave as soon as possible. He felt like a big old mother duck gathering the younger ducks forward and into a little group. But he was a Raven so....he was a big mother Raven herding all his little Ravens together. "Go ahead to the front of the hall, the others are waiting....there" Remus said, his voice trailing off when he saw a familiar face appear in the hallway. How does Lenore always seem to get out of the infirmary. He tipped his head slightly, trying to think if he should say something after what happened last night or if he should play that nothing ever happened....Eh he was gonna go with the later.
"You coming too? We have a big crowd today, big crowd" Remus said, immediately clapping his hand on Morgan's shoulder and thinking in that instant: I forgive you for everything mostly because I don't know what to say to Lenore so just keep on walking please dear lord. He hoped maybe all that could be transferred to Morgan with just his motion but he doubted it Sometimes Remus wished he was psychic, it would help with a lot of thins. "The carriages are all read in the front of course I think this is all we are bringing today" Remus added, tossing his gaze over to Eliza. "Of course my fighters get to enjoy a nice carriage ride together so..." Remus began to speak but stopped. Wish to know why?
Because as they emerged into the gambling hall of the La Selina he could spot a little....wrong in the picture he had left moments ago. He could see Nazareth looking like himself, all scowl and no smiles and bunnies or rainbows, and then there was Sybil who was looking at who? WILLIAM GANSEY. Of course! Yes! OF. COURSE.
Remus felt his hand tighten for a moment on Morgan's shoulder before releasing him to almost run toward the man, but running was not professional so instead he fast walked over to the pair. Sybil was already arguing with the man and it seemed like she wasn't going to let up any time soon.
"And you know what else Gansey? I bet a kiss from you is like kissing a toad, disgusting and horrible"
Whatever Gansey had done when walking out of the infirmary had already gotten little Sybil in a fit of anger and annoyed state. Remus wasn't even gone for 5 minutes, how did Gansey even get past him?!
"Gansey...what are you....doing here?" Remus said through a forced smile, his face saying 'Hey how are you? Did you get your morning tea?' While his eyes said 'I will kill you right here what are you doing stop messing around with the small ones they bite.' Remus didn't know what William was thinking right now, did he think he was going? Dressed like that? Dressed like some hobo that smelled good? No, the only person Remus allowed to dress in plain white shirts and trousers was Morgan because it was...just because don't ask him why. If Remus had a choice he would stuff Morgan into a suit, Ravens had to look sharp. They weren't going to fight so why on earth should they dress like they were? It was how things were done but Morgan didn't want to wear a suit.
You should make him wear a suit, a pink one with frills
And glitter.
No make both Gansey and Morgan wear it, with bunny ears and make up that makes them look like Aunt Eddie
Remus had so many interesting thoughts...it was tempting.
"He probably wants to leach onto Eliza's back and come to the match, even though I'm sure Eliza would rather punch you silly then let you come" Sybil huffed, of course she was bothered by Gansey being here. She had left him in that infirmary without looking back because she thought he was going to stay in bed. With the deck of cards. So basically if he went that meant she left those cards behind for nothing! She scowled up at Gansey, glancing behind Remus to the group he had seemed to leave behind. Morgan, Eliza ( She looked sharp for a brawl ) and Lenore? Was that Lenore? Sybil's eyes weren't the best sometimes. Especially when she's so busy scowling. She could join Nazareth in the world of scowling and unpleasant looks.
"Coming along?" Remus muttered, tipping his head back to Will and forced himself not to narrow his eyes and slap the boy. Big brothers, oh he hated big brothers. Especially when they had little sisters. So protective and nosey. This wasn't going to be like watching his sister get married or watching her dance with the prince or duke. This was going to be a bad, bloody, brutal brawl. If Gansey came he would be strapped to a chair or something, tied to a flipping horse if Remus had to do it. But in all honestly, William Gansey was not going in that.
"Well he certainly isn't coming along dressed like this. You look like someone dragged you out of Benny's closet" Remus said. "He isn't coming period!" Sybil barked, again like a little dog to a bigger dog. Remus rolled his eyes and you know what he did? He did something that could direct the anger from Will to Remus because why? Because Remus was feeling nice today and didn't want to listen to bickering the whole time. So he patted Sybil on the head, like a wee little pup. "There there little Sybil" Remus said.
Remus Bartholomew Hawkins you are dead
"I probably have a suit you can wear Gansey, if you are coming you aren't coming dressed like -" Remus said and cringed at the attire Will had on currently. "-that." Remus released a small sigh and glanced back down at Sy- oh my. Sybil was glaring up at him with gray daggers in her eyes. Well at least she was angry and wouldn't have to get too riled up for the brawl. "Um..." Remus shifted slightly where he stood before looking to Will again. "If you want to come I won't stop you but, you have to get some sort of suit on. I have spares in my own room. Choose from the left not the right, the left are the clothing that I picked out when a little tipsy and the right is mine"
Remus cared about a few things in his life. Money, Power, Lenore -- as a uh friend, and his clothes. Why? Because he could.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 20, 2016 12:56:58 GMT -5
( remus you are a genius put them in a pink suit with frills please
swible will prevail they’re too cute together to not )
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Morgan hadn’t been expecting himself to be suddenly clapped on the shoulder and pushed around a bit, steered away from the rooms of the large hallway and towards the stairs. He was on the verge of wondering why Remus’ gesture seemed to urgent — until his gaze spotted Lenore.
Oh. It felt like he hadn’t seen her in ages. She looked… well, rather the same. He couldn’t read her expression or the small flicker in her eyes as she passed by a few Ravens who looked at her with a strange glint in their gaze. The day they’d discovered the necklace to be missing, she’d looked terrible behind the light smile she always seemed to wear. She’d looked tired — as if every ounce of her strength had been replaced with jaded fatigue. It wasn’t existent at the moment. At least, from what he could see, anyway. As close as he was to the Raven, he still had a hard time differing her jokes and her seriousness (it took him around three seconds to actually understand her if she was joking or not most of the times).
“Le—"
Right, Remus.
He quirked his eyebrow. Was something going between the two? He’d already felt like something had, but he couldn’t quite grasp what. All he understood was that Remus seemed to be in a hurry (not just from the brawl and time), and that wasn’t all-too common. Ah, speaking of the man who’d looked murderous the other day, there was another person who Morgan couldn’t quite let his eyes meet with: Eliza. She stood out quite sharply, really, with her long-sleeve blouse, vest, pants, and boots. She’d chosen dark clothing, he noticed, and had pulled her brown curls back. The way she walked was much more confident, too; there was no hesitance in the way how she carried herself. She looked like a real fighter.
He wasn’t quite certain if he could deal with whatever glance she gave him in his direction; she’d looked almost fierce as Remus had the other day. Given the characteristics he’d noticed about her, her mind probably was focused more on the upcoming brawl more than anything, though… well… He almost reached up to rub the back of his neck (if it hadn’t been for Remus’ hand still clasped around his shoulder). He would like to avoid another stinging gaze, especially Eliza’s, if he could. Instead of turning to her and offering her a smile, he nodded his head in her direction as a small greeting. Remus wasn’t the only person who had no idea what to say to someone else.
It was then they arrived in the main hallway, and his eyes spotted someone he hadn’t really been expecting. And as expected, he felt Remus’ hand around his shoulder tighten briefly. Sybil was there to, arguing with William about something regarding… toads? He felt a small twinge of bafflement. What on Earth could they be arguing about?
“Another usual day for us, don't you think?”
He turned his head the slightest bit to see Lenore standing next to him with her gaze resting on the arguing trio and followed her dark eyes. He watched as Remus’s eyebrows furrowed and he patted Sybil on the head, with her expression turning livid. He smiled faintly.
The best kind.
None of them were probably feeling complete ease. William, who seemed to be going with them surprisingly enough, was battered up rather badly. So was Sybil — he worried about her — who seemed to be dressed heavily to conceal whatever marks the assassin may have left. Then there was Lenore, whose arm couldn’t be used recklessly, and Remus who’d met with Dante several times from what he’d heard. And there was Nazareth, whose thoughts he could honestly not read even the slightest bit. Even with the crew and the situation they still let the mornings slide with their usual bantering and their slight mischief. It was rather nice to see them like this from a distance, thought Morgan with a small sense of amusement. He was sure that Lenore felt the same. That probably explained why she usually never involved herself when there was a large group around herself, as was his reason for not taking a part of the familiar bantering. He felt… gratitude, actually, while watching them like this. At least their morning wouldn’t go down in the drains and have an uncomfortable weight sitting in the air.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 20, 2016 16:40:11 GMT -5
[[ guys... Will got science-y WILL WILL WILL WILL
wait so hypothetically (if I remember correctly that Sybil's last name is Rye?) if Will and Sybil ended up getting married and for some reason he took her name would that make him.... Will Rye the Science guy? cx ]]
Eliza was starting to get a hang of the building. She marched toward the stairs calmly, much more confident than she'd been even the day before. She was hoping to find Remus or Sybil, someone else she knew was going to the brawl, to tell them she was ready - ready as she was going to be, anyway. The nerves had been building up for her; she was doing her best to make sure they didn't show. Luckily for her, she found Remus on the stairs, alongside a familiar pale head of hair. She nodded in return to his greeting. ”Good morning, Remus.” Eliza replied softly, merely nodding to the rest of his rambled instructions. She fell into step as he gestured for the two of them to move along, green gaze seeking out Morgan automatically. She studied his profile for a moment, trying to assess how he was doing - she felt a little bad about her snubbing of him the night before, although she had been in her right mind. She wanted him to know they were okay now. ”Good morning, Morgan.” She added, more softly than before, politely, almost shyly.
The walk down was fairly quiet, save for Remus, who spoke enough for all three of them. Eliza blinked at the sight of Lenore, surprised to see the girl up and out of bed. Wasn't she supposed to be in the infirmary? She obviously hadn't been granted leave the night before because Eliza had stayed in her room once again. She made a mental note that she should ask Remus if she could stay in another room - if she was to stay with the Ravens for another night. The thought surprised her; everything might be cleared up that night, if everything went according to plan. She wouldn't be bound to the Black Ravens any more - she'd be free to go back to her own life. Eliza felt a twinge of something at that, something like - no . She wouldn't allow herself to feel attached to this place - or to its people, she added with a sidelong glance at the blond man beside her.
These thoughts were still swirling about her head when they reached the foyer - and then they stopped abruptly. As did she - and as did Remus and the others. Because there were three figures standing by the glass doors to La Selina; one was Sybil, angry and raring to go; the next was the dark-haired Nazareth who had walked her back to Lenore’s room the night before; and the third was her brother. William Gansey, standing by the doors in outlandish clothing. Eliza's nostrils flared, the only indication that she was angry as she strode over to the others, in close pursuit of Remus.
Will meanwhile was quite occupied with his pleasant conversation with Sybil - too occupied to immediately notice the group of unhappy Ravens (not including Eliza, who was definitely not a Raven in his mind) heading straight for him. He cocked his head, smiling delightedly at Sybil. ”You must speak from experience then, Miss Rye, if you think my kiss would be paramount to a toad’s - personally I think I'd be more like a frog, turning into a prince charming afterwards.” He replied. He had way too much fun with her - while he was the one doing the aggravating. He wasn't much a fan of that thing she did where she turned the tables on him. ”Perhaps you'd like to test your amphibian theories? For science, of course.” Will winked.
He spotted Remus just then, the mischief draining from his expression. His little break from reality was obviously over - back to work. Work as in convincing Remus to let him come along. He knew it was no small thing for him, William Gansey of the Rockshires, to show up alongside the Ravens. He was a well-known figure in the Underground, and gang loyalty was a fickle thing. The pawns hopped around all the time, but for someone like himself to make a change… Far more dramatic. He hadn't officially joined the Black Ravens at this point, but after this he may have no choice. ”Remus-” he started, but the redheaded man quickly interrupted.
Coming along? The man's question was so simple so easy. Of course, Remus must've guessed why he was here. As much as he wouldn't like to admit it, in that aspect he was predictable. At the same time, Remus didn't look particularly happy about this new addition. No, in fact, Hawkins looked… more than a little peeved to see Will here. But he wasn't forbidding him from coming to the brawl, and that was something. At the suggestion of other clothes, Will glanced down at himself, seemingly surprised. He hadn't taken the time to see how they looked in his rush to get ready, but now he did recognize how clownish they looked. His pants were substantially too short and his shirt was baggy and kind of rumpled. He grinned sheepishly, shrugging. ”I took what I could find, but… if you insist.” Will actually didn't have much patience for fashion - probably because Beake had always insisted on extravagance with him. He paused, waiting for direction on how he might get to Remus Hawkins's room. He had no idea how to navigate La Selina past the gambling hall and fighting rings (he'd been here on business for Beake before). ”Um, so -”
”I'll take you.” The words were out of Eliza's mouth before she could even process them. The shock played out on her own face for a second before she recovered, mirrored on her brother's, more so than anyone else in their little party. Will blinked at her, opening his mouth to speak. She turned away before he could have the chance. ”Just hurry. We mustn't be late.” Her words came out as if she could've been talking about a tea party. She strode off down the hall, leaving Will to scramble to keep up.
”Eliza -”
“Why are you here, Will?” Her words sounded tired more than anything.
”I care about you.”
“Ah, right , the answer I've been missing. And what of your dear Rockshires?” Her sarcasm was biting. Will flinched. He didn't answer. He couldn't answer. How could he explain Beake, what the Rocks had done to them.
They reached Remus’s room, and Will set about getting dressed as quickly as he could. Eliza waited in the hall. ”How do I look?” Will called as he stepped back out into the hall, striking a ridiculous pose.
Eliza snorted. ”Like a leprechaun.” Indeed, Will sported a dark hunter green suit jacket with silver stitching over a white shirt and black vest, paired with black pants, which did look somewhat leprechaun-ish. But he did look good.
He grinned. ”Indeed, but I'd be a beautiful leprechaun.” He frowned, considering. ”I'm a little tall for that, though, aren't I?” He was, standing well over six feet tall - the fact that he was all limbs didn't help, either.
Eliza shook her head. ”You're an idiot, Will.” She replied, but a tiny smile played at her lips. ”Come on, we better get going.”
They walked back down to the gambling hall in silence, though the atmosphere between them was slightly less hostile. Just before they were within earshot of the others, Will set a hand on Eliza's shoulder. ”You be safe today, Lizard.” He murmured, using her nickname from when they'd been little. It had annoyed the heck out of her then. Eliza paused, looking up at him, then nodded. Then they rejoined the others.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 20, 2016 18:29:14 GMT -5
[ ohhhhh myyyyyyy gossshh Will using Science to hit on girls 1856 style ] [ You have no idea how much I laughed at that, I can't *wheezes like a walrus*. That has to happen just because I want Will Rye the Science guy ] [ they be so stylish oh my gosh ] [ Swible is going really cute like and then Morgzila will happen because Morgan is skilled with lady and Lemur will happen because Remus is a huge dork with Lenore. that's a lot crossed out ]
Remus watched Eliza take Will up to the third floor before looking down at Sybil who just scowled up at him. "What?" Remus said, fixing his suit as he counted everyone; again like a mother Raven. "Not my fault you get upset so easily my dear Sybil" Remus said, counting off the people here, beside the two that had just left. "Why is he allowed to come?!" Sybil demanded, her eyes pinned on Remus who just shrugged and looked back down at her. "Because I don't feel like arguing with anyone today. A brother is a fierce thing to have in this world" Remus said, glancing at Sybil once more. She notably flinched at his words, looking down at the ground but forced her eyes back up when Remus placed his hand on her shoulder. "You had to go through the same thing once before Sybil...Will is just being a good brother to Eliza" Remus said softly. For a leader of a group of killers, Remus was good with his words as he was with a negotiation for money. He gave Sybil's shoulder a light squeeze before pulling back, seeing her eyes dart around to spots that didn't have eyeballs looking back at her. "Whatever..." She said and crossed her arms over her chest looking away.
"Maybe if you and Gansey kiss and make up your ride down tot he brawl will be much more enjoyable"
"I will kill you Hawkins. I will kill you and Gansey" She growled, her cheeks feeling hot. But Remus just chuckled at the girls reaction before glancing back up. "Since we are all seem to be here....Lenore I trust you are coming with, hopefully with Benny's permission considering the past few days" Remus said, looking at the group before him. "I trust you all can choose which carriage to take yourself considering you are all adults. Once we get to the brawl I want fighters with me, and onlookers go up to the stands." Remus said, instructing his Ravens on what to do when going there, only glancing up when Will and Eliza rejoined the group. "Now you look more like a toad" Sybil muttered from where she stood, only earning a swift flick on the head from Remus. But Remus couldn't help but smile just a bit. Remus wasn't as tall as the average man and he had years of fighting on the street tucked under his belt to give him a better muscle build then Will so....in a way Will looked a bit silly in his clothes but nothing black socks and gloves can cover up.
"I already sent two parties of Ravens down before us with the dogs. Now if you hear a gun shot throughout the fight I want you three-" Remus said, gesturing to Sybil, Nazareth, and Eliza, "- to get out of there as quick as possible. These dogs aren't really that well trained to not attack Ravens. Try not to get attacked by dogs, I would very much like the only wounds you receive from this brawl, from the brawl" He went on to say. The dog track would most likely be empty expect for the fighters and the few other gang members coming along to spectate. The ones spectating would sit in the bleachers and stay there until the brawl is done and the last fighter or fighters of a single gang are left standing. "You'll hear this a whole bunch during the brawl, and for Eliza who hasn't been in one I should mention now: No guns, no knives, no brass knuckles or pipes are to be used....of course if you sneak it in then it's all fair game" Remus gestured to Sybil, who tossed a pair of Brass knuckles to Eliza.
"They might be a bit snug but they pack a good punch" Sybil said, offering a pair to Nazareth after a moment while Remus kept on talking. "Blah blah blah, no killing is allowed. No killing of any sorts is allowed in a brawl and that is the only rule that is followed. If you kill someone you die, if you are found with a knife of any sorts during the brawl you will be kicked out and yada yada" Remus said before waving his hand. He has said those rules so many times in his life he might as well get them tattooed into his skin at this point. It was hard to just say them for Eliza, it felt like nails dragging down his brain. So many rules and yet no one really followed them anyway so what was the point in retelling them over and over? The dumb traditions that are stuck here in the Underground and those who follow them surprise him.
"The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can come back and continue playing for the game and earning some money" Remus said, pushing open the door to the still raining outside. "Now hurry up and get in the carriages, we're late"
"There isn't a set time for us to be there Remus"
"I would like to be there to check on my dogs Sybil now go" Remus said, pushing along Sybil who just hurried out to the first carriage, reaching up to pull herself into it and winced as she raised her arms even above her shoulders to grab the door. She didn't stop to dwell on the still numbing pain coursing through her body from her many bruises, instead she just tugged herself into the carriage and over to the window. In the short time she was even outside her hair was wet and curling. Funny thing that every time she gets her hair wet it curls like it was soaking it into it's true shape.
She wedged herself into the corner of the carriage, ignoring the world for a moment, listening to the pattering of the rain drops on the roof of the carriage and the footsteps of the others hurrying to the carriages. Was she excited to finally get a change to throw down with Gladys and knock her scrawny butt back into the mud? Of course, she wanted to be in that room with the (still missing) necklace, and maybe knock out a few teeth as a souvenir. But this will do better considering that Gladys would meet the end of her brass knuckles fist instead. But Sybil also had to watch out for other stuff, like the two brutes that Will had mentioned last night and also watching out for Eliza. She promised she would make sure Eliza came out of that fight as safe as she could get her to be, more importantly without a knife sticking out from her chest or a bullet to the stomach.
Would Sybil take a knife for Eliza? Sure why not?
How harmful could a knife be anyway?
Remus of course was the last to leave the doors of the La Selina. But upon stepping outside, he was meet by the still pouring rain. The rain soaked into his suit and his hair, so much for gelling that mess back considering it was all just going to be washed away by the darn rain. He smoothed his hair back as he rushed to the closest carriage, speaking with the drivers before hand of course. He had to make sure they knew where they were going, and won't go and blab to anyone on how they escorted a group of Black Ravens to a brawl in a hound race track. By the time Remus even ducked into one of the carriages, he had water dripping from the few strands of hair sticking out from his smoothed back head of red.
He didn't really pay attention to who he had just climbed in with, other then one carriage might be a bit snug then the others. His mind was all over the place so he didn't really care if he was stuck in a carriage with a grouchy Nazareth or if he was sitting next to Lenore...
Well no he cared about the last part.
The pounding of the rain was like a beating drum on the roof of the carriage, slicking the ground in cold rain as per usual London weather. The brawl could get a bit muddy, that and it could be too wet for anyone to use a pistol in the fight without the powder getting wet. You could get off one shot in the rain and that's about it No more after the powder gets soaked and clogged with rain water.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 21, 2016 10:14:30 GMT -5
( will is pro i laughed too much dear goodness will no stahp oh dear that would be worth seeing XDDDD WILL WILL WILL WILL WILL RYE THE SCIENCE GUY i just realised that you can’t spell the name ‘bill’ without the three letters in the name sybil. coincidence? /wiggles eyebrows
they’d be flamboyant pink flamingos with their frills though their dignity would be left somewhere behind
all the ships must fly. i wonder if they’ll all end up leaving the organization and live out peaceful lives or be doing some other risky job together that is a lot crossed out cx )
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It would be a lie if he said that he felt no relief at Eliza’s soft words. They almost sounded shy, actually, much to his slight bemusement. Morgan’s head perked a little upon hearing them, though he didn’t stop in his tracks as they had made their way down to the large hallway. Were things a little better now? He allowed his eyes to travel over to her, though quickly turned away with his ears reddening a little when he realised that she was watching him, too. He silently thanked himself for tying his hair loosely; it allowed a bit of his pale hair to escape and cover a good portion of the side of his face.
After nodding his head to Remus’ words and directions, his attention then trailed over to Nazareth, who caught the brass knuckles Sybil had tossed in his direction. He looked at them rather curiously with his dark eyes, and for a small second, the scowl on his face seemed to disappear in wonderment. Nazareth Strain had never used brass knuckles, Morgan realised with a faint twinge of amusement. Even as a youth he’d been accustomed to using weapons like sabres (he was a little old-fashioned like that), knives, or guns. They’d learned to use anything in their immediate environment as a weapon, but… never brass knuckles. It was new to Nazareth, who was much more comfortable withdrawn with using the things that he would most likely take on a mission. As for brawls… well, he usually used the set of skills he had without his sword to manage his opponents, though he was much stronger with a weapon. There were people like Sybil who could pack a punch without wielding a sword or aiming a gun, and there were people like Nazareth who cut down his opponents with a frightening amount of agility with something tangible in his hands. When Nazareth glanced up and looked at Morgan who had a slightly smug expression on his face, his scowl returned, and he hid the brass weapons in his sleeves.
Maybe Nazareth wasn’t so bad, after all. Morgan found himself quirking an eyebrow at Nazareth whose scowl actually looked a little embarrassed from being caught staring at the brass knuckles with something that bordered on genuine interest. The other day he was certain that Nazareth would not be on their side, even if he’d seemed less aggressive, though it’d turned out that he had been siding with them the whole event. That hadn’t been the only thing he’d done, either. He could’ve left Eliza alone and to another Raven to lead her back, but he’d actually helped her. And he’d smiled at that, too. It’d been faint, yes, but it’d been there. Maybe Nazareth wasn’t too different from when they’d fought back to back as youths a couple of times. He couldn’t be too sure, but he found himself lowering his distrust for the dark-haired male. Would he be all right in the brawl? He was strong, no doubt, but… it seemed like Nazareth was determined to keep Sybil and Eliza out of harm’s way to the best of his capabilities, as well. After all, otherwise, there was no reason for him to enter the brawl like that. There was no reason for him to step out of his shell and volunteer to take his place. And from the way how much calmer around Eliza (since when he was with Morgan all they did was glare at each other and bicker constantly), it looked like he didn’t dislike her. All the more reason to worry; how was he planning to keep himself and the other two out of any sort of trouble?
“Are you worried about him?” He heard Lenore’s voice from his side. Turning his head to the side, Morgan gazed into the dark eyes of the other Raven whose gaze held his steadily, though they held a twinkle of mischief.
“Me?” Morgan huffed quietly. “Not at all.”
“Mhm. Your expression really shows your callousness for him.”
“Really, I’m more worried about Eliza and Sybil—“
He watched her quirk an eyebrow in his direction.
Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. “All right, I’m worried for all three of them.” He lowered his warm red-golden eyes. “I don’t know if it was the right thing of me to do. What I did yesterday. If something happens to Nazareth, it… feels like it’d be my fault in a way. And I can’t do anything but watch Eliza and Sybil either and if—”
That was when he felt Lenore’s hand rest on his head. Her touch was light. Gentle. So was her expression, which looked kinder — but more reassuring than anything. “No more ‘if’s, Morgan Seymour. All three of them are strong people. And, well, Remus has plan.”
“Besides… you can’t keep blaming yourself for everything that happens around yourself. I told you that before, didn’t I? ”
You did, he thought to himself as a fleeting memory passed through his head. Four words caught his attention as he listened to her, however. ’Remus has a plan.’ She sounded so certain that it actually made him feel surprised. Lenore sounded certain when it came to other things — unless she was dependent on her trust for someone else. And yet, it really sounded like she firmly believed that he did have a plan. No, more likely it sounded like she felt a strong necessity for the plan to work (because Remus always had a plan). It just depended on whether if it was incredibly risky or not. The small curve of her lips drew a weak but still comforting smile from him. “Thank you.”
There was a small momentary pause before the smile upon his lips became rather playful. She was much smaller than him. So to place her hand on his head, she was literally standing on the tip of her toes. His gaze briefly glanced at her feet, and to this, she lowered herself and lightly coughed into her hand in what seemed to border on embarrassment. “We should go,” she said, noticing the others taking off to the doors and to the carriages that were waiting for them. More like she was trying to cover up the small uncertainty that lingered upon her expression. She was the one used to teasing others, not the one getting teased.
Humming a soft agreement, Morgan started to walk towards the doors… but not before stopping to look at Lenore, who tilted her head in curiosity at his sudden halt.
“You aren’t going to do anything reckless, right?”
The tentative question seemed to catch her off guard as well, though she answered without much hesitation. “I don’t have much of a choice but to remain at the side of the fight. I’ll be careful, Morgan. You don’t have to add me onto the list of people you’re already worrying about.” She seemed to stay silent for a moment before she spoke.
“You aren’t either, are you?”
“I won't.” He wasn’t sure if Lenore was lying or not. He wasn’t sure if his own words were a lie or not. He really didn’t know if he could keep his words or if she could. Anything could happen — and there was no guarantee that the plan would work out nicely without any problems. With the traps their opponents could spring anything was possible. If they were to do something that would no doubt bring someone down to their knees, would he be able to stay still as chaos and blood encircled him? But he opened his mouth again anyway and spoke the words he knew Lenore wouldn’t fully believe either.
“I’ll be careful, too.”
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The ominous drizzle seemed to change into a steady torrent of rain, which drenched them the moment they left the cover of Le Selina. The cold droplets soaked into her shirt, leaving strands of her dark hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks. Most of the others had already hopped onto a carriage, leaving her to watch Morgan who took the other carriage after giving her a last hesitant look as he did so. Her eyes glanced up at the sky. It was typical of the weather to be like this. The sky was murky and gray with rumbling clouds that slowly passed over their heads. They looked more like lost hikers trudging in snow, dreading to see what lay at the top of a long hill. So much for using guns, she thought while lowering her gaze back to the carriages and brushing away soggy strands of her hair over her shoulder.
She took the other carriage, away from Morgan and Nazareth. Goodness, she could already imagine the lightning that would be shared between the two through their glares or their biting words, though it was more close to a banter now that she thought about it. They didn’t exactly hold dislike for each other, after all. In fact… they could be so “irritated” at each other because of how similar they were. Nazareth could scowl and pout all he wanted, but it hadn’t been just once or twice he’d stepped in front of a fellow ally, taking a blow on their behalf out on a mission.
She lightly massaged her temples. Those two… if they just accepted the fact that they held many similarities and opened up a little, they could be good friends. In any case, they would no doubt find something to bicker about in the carriage, even if it was temporary. She felt bad for whoever was riding the same carriage as the two were. Speaking of which… who was in the carriage she was about to take? She didn’t mind whoever she sat with, really. It would be a while before they got to their destination, but she was sure she would be able to deal with the people who were already inside.
Actually, she thought as a particularly familiar face popped into her mind. Perhaps she did mind about one person. With the things that had happened the other night and her reckless risk, she had no idea what she’d say to Remus if they were to sit in a carriage for a good duration of time. The thought of him (not to mention what she’d admitted to herself at the time — had she really done that?) almost made her face turn rose red.
Still, she reached out and pulled the door of the carriage open.
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Nazareth felt a vein pop in his head.
“Remind me. Why am I with you again?” He spoke with his low voice, his full scowl back on his face. He was sitting in the carriage with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes sharply turned away from the pale-haired figure who sat across from himself. He didn’t bother to brush away the dark locks that fell over his face. He felt his long fingers tighten around his own arms at the thought of riding the same carriage with Morgan. He didn’t care if he was with Remus or Lenore or even that silver-tongued Gansey, but that wasn’t the case.
“Oh, I don’t know — because you followed me here?” Out of the corners of his eyes, he saw the other Raven smile “pleasantly.” The jerk. He watched as Morgan’s gloved hand pushed the soggy strands of his pale hair out of his face.
“The roles are reversed — you followed me here.”
“I have no obligation to follow you anywhere.”
“I don’t want to hear that from the person who got withdrawn from the brawl because of his stupid soft-heartedness.”
“I don’t want to hear that from the person who doesn’t know how to sympathise with others.”
“Better than almost getting a bullet in the knee.”
Stupid Seymour and his stupid counter-attacks that made no sense. He was certain that their whole bickering made absolutely no logical connection to anything, honestly. It was just there for some reason. And he couldn’t stand being this close to Morgan. Why had not killing suddenly become so important to him, anyway? They were all going to die one day. It was just a matter of dying earlier than others or not. His presence made Nazareth feel as if he were the sympathetic and empathetic one — and the thought made him feel like a pile of snow. He was different from Morgan. He wasn’t some pile of something that could be stepped on. He wasn’t weak like the pale-haired Raven. He didn’t have to go around saving others to feel satisfaction and repent for what he’d committed in the past. That was why Morgan was doing so far to shield others, wasn’t he?
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Morgan sigh. He watched as the pale-haired man leaned back in his seat with his head resting against the surface behind himself. “In any case, I can’t believe that you really volunteered.”
I can’t either.
“Why did you?”
Nazareth snorted softly. “Not your concern, snow-head.”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you clearly — who’s a crow-head?”
"Just be quiet. You're making my head hurt."
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