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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 18:53:53 GMT -5
He dumped his pens and pad onto the desk, before sitting down, and then looking at him, doing a double take when he spotted the bruises. "What happened to you?" He asked.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 18:54:21 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- "My wife is a witch. No one can cross her wards without her knowing." Riley explained. "My gang is a rival of yours. I can set up security details to protect you if you need it, and you're welcome to stay here. I don't think they would dare come here with the wards that Amy has up." -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:58:11 GMT -5
Cain swiftly averted his gaze, clearly ashamed and embarrassed. He was silent for a while, stressed to bits; he wanted to lie, and keep himself safe- but for some reason, he felt obligated to tell Vancha the truth. He swallowed tightly, before he spoke, voice barely above a whisper. 'Declan.'
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:59:21 GMT -5
Devon warily examined Riley, now a little more terrified that he was in the same house as a witch. He quietly turned his head away, curling up a bit tighter on the couch. 'Okay.' He softly mumbled, feeling like he didn't really have a choice. Either way, if he left, he was f*cked.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 19:00:58 GMT -5
Vancha blinked, then looked down and away. "Oh..." He said, before looking at him. "Why?"
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 19:01:43 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- "Would you like anything?" Riley asked after a beat of silence. -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:03:21 GMT -5
'talked to you.' Cain mumbled further, seeming to curl in on himself, completely trying to withdraw from Vancha and throw up some walls of protection, clearly scared.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:04:07 GMT -5
Devon hesitated, and frowned slightly, glancing at Riley. ''...do you have any books?' He mumbled, not about to sit around and be bored all day. 'Or any music?'
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 19:06:08 GMT -5
Vancha blinked, then looked away and put his head down, looking away and out of the window.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 19:07:16 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- "There's a bookshelf behind you, and I think my sister has some music. I'll ask her when she gets up." Riley explained with a small smile. "You're welcome to anything in the house, but please don't go upstairs." -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:07:43 GMT -5
It wasn't long before his group came in, and Cain nervously dropped his head to avoid them. Declan placed a hand on his head as he walked past, out of view of the rest of the group, them they sat at the back of the room. Cain swallowed tightly, his breathing much faster than normal, struggling to force down his panic.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:08:43 GMT -5
'What's upstairs?' Devon asked, casting his gaze toward the bookshelves to start looking through them. After barely a moment of searching, he picked out the Iliad and curled back up on the couch.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 19:13:26 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- Riley hummed quietly, "My and my wife's room and my sister's room. Nothing against you or anything, we just prefer our privacy." He explained, "There are spare bedrooms downstairs here, if you wanted to rest or be alone." -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:21:07 GMT -5
Dev looked away at the explanation, slightly bored with the innocence of it. 'Okay.' He replied, starting to open and read his chosen book, getting himself comfortable on the sofa. 'You should be careful who you make your enemy, human.' He softly said.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 19:25:17 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- "I know." He sighed as he leaned back in the recliner, taking a deep drink of his now cold coffee. He grimaced, before placing it back down. He turned his head slightly and pulled down his collar were the scars from his brother's attack were still very present. "I already have a crazy vampire after me." -
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 19:25:23 GMT -5
Vancha lifted his head to look at Cain, then narrowed his eyes slightly, before casting his gaze to the back of the room, examining Declan and the group closely.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:28:54 GMT -5
Devon looked at him and blinked slowly, before an amused smile spread across his lips, and he examined the scars. 'How'd that happen?' He softly asked, looking up at him, intrigued.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:31:03 GMT -5
The day passed over swiftly, with Cain straining to avoid talking to Vancha at all costs. At the end of it, Declan came and siezed Cain like he had the day prior, speaking lowly in his ear. This time, Cain's face blanched practically white with fear, and he actually pulled back this time. 'I don't want-' 'I don't care.' Declan responded, hurrying the man out of the room, then out of the school, before finding the closest alley and dragging Cain into it, shoving him up against a wall.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 19:34:22 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- "My brother." He sighed, leaning back and rubbing at the scars. "I was looking to reconsile with him, despite his tendencies ..." He grimaced. "He would have killed me had it not been for Russell and Abe I would probably be dead." -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:37:13 GMT -5
Devon curiously tilted his head at the reply. 'Your brother... the vampire.' He responded, before leaning back to try and relax, feeling a jolt of numbness shoot through him as he agitated his wing scars. He winced, but not with pain.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 19:37:14 GMT -5
Vancha frowned,watching them leave, before pulling his stuff onto his back and following. His path home happened to take him passed the alley, where he could hear some quite disturbing noises. He stopped, then froze completely as he recognised the voices; Declan and Cain. He turned and headed down the alley, following the panicked noises that Cain was making, and came across them both. He immediately dropped his bags, ran over, and slammed his fist into Declan's jaw, his vision stained with red as he realised just what was happening. "You disgusting excuse for a human." He snarled, his fingers quickly wrapping around Declan's neck and squeezing tightly.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 19:39:41 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- Riley hummed, before frowning at Devon's wince. "You okay?" He asked. -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:42:27 GMT -5
Vancha frowned,watching them leave, before pulling his stuff onto his back and following. His path home happened to take him passed the alley, where he could hear some quite disturbing noises. He stopped, then froze completely as he recognised the voices; Declan and Cain. He turned and headed down the alley, following the panicked noises that Cain was making, and came across them both. He immediately dropped his bags, ran over, and slammed his fist into Declan's jaw, his vision stained with red as he realised just what was happening. "You disgusting excuse for a human." He snarled, his fingers quickly wrapping around Declan's neck and squeezing tightly. Declan hissed with panic and gripped vancha's wrist, swallowing tightly and struggling to breathe. Cain slid down the wall, trembling violently, unsure of whether to stop Vancha and help Declan, or let what was happening continue. Declan threw his leg out, struggling to break free.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:44:57 GMT -5
'Yeah... I'm fine. Wounds can set the paralysis off again if we're not careful.' He muttered, annoyed at their one Achilles heel. You could stab a Fallen through the heart and they'd still be able to move and fight as though nothing were wrong- they felt no pain. But their wing scars? Nu uh.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 19:46:22 GMT -5
Vancha caught his leg with ease, his eyes flashing down towards it, before he let go of Declan's throat and unbalanced him using the leg he'd caught. He stood over Declan, and bent over, getting as close as he could. "I suggest you leave." He murmured, his voice low and threatening. "Else I will do something much, much worse, do you hear me? And I also suggest you leave Cain alone."
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:49:43 GMT -5
Declan scrambled quickly backwards. 'You're a freak.' He snarled, glancing at Cain, who swiftly averted his gaze, refusing to be caught back in Declan's trap. Hissing with anger, the other male got to his feet and hurried away, leaving them alone. Cain swallowed tightly, curled into a very tight ball, his whole body still shaking. His hands were tucked inside his sleeves, and he had some nasty bruising around his throat, where Declan had been holding him.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 19:49:57 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- "Did you want some bandages or something to protect them?" Riley suggested, rubbing absently at his wrist again. -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:53:17 GMT -5
'Uhm... sure.' Devon slowly responded, unsure if they would do much good. 'A thick jumper will suffice just as well, though.'
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 19:53:59 GMT -5
Vancha watched him go, before turning to look at Cain, crouching down and holding out his hand for him. "You okay?" He asked, blinking slowly.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 19:57:16 GMT -5
'No.' Cain weakly replied, his voice hoarse from crying. He was in shock, but it wasn't too bad. He looked at Vancha's hand, confused momentarily by it, before reaching out his own trembling hand to take it and allow Vancha to pull him to his feet, struggling to stay standing for a few minutes. 'thank you.' He whispered, looking down at his feet, glistening tears dripping from green-black eyes.
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