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[xXAnime_DestroyerXx]

ooo it turns us into compromise ★
ooo but it's each other we despise
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low ★ fall this low ooo
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low ★ fall this low
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low ★ fall this low
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low ★ fall this low
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low ★ fall this low
the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low ★ fall this low

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ooooooooofallthislowoooooooo.oo ( ᴘᴀɪsʟᴇʏ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀs ★ ᴡᴀʀʟʏɴ·s ᴛᴇᴄʜɪᴇ )

It was one of those nights again, long and blissful, something that the white haired boy loved. Shifting ever so slightly to the left Paisley's face was smothered in light brown hair, with his nose twitching slightly he pushed away from the older boy. Rolling to the left side of the bed he set his feet on the carpet. Looking down at his body he could see smallish burn marks where the boy had set his fire upon him, ts-ch. He needs to learn how to control himself more. Lifting himself off the bed Paisley slowly walked over to the door, looking back at the sleeping boy he smiled to himself, using his telekinesis he settled the blanket around him more tightly.

Squeezing out of the bedroom door, he padded his way over to the kitchen while rubbing his dreary eyes. Bumping into the island bench blindly Paisley let out a soft groan, "Ow." Moving his way around the bench trying to make his eyes function even the slightest the boy yawned, Snyder made him exhausted last night and waking up this early wasn't helping. Resting his hand on the bench top, Paisley used his powers for one of the most mundane things in the world - cooking bacon and eggs with a cup of coffee. Not long after he walked over to his study with the cup of coffee and the plate of eggs and bacon floating behind him.

The slow beeping of one of his monitors was the only noise in the silent void, that in itself was particularly annoying to him and with a flick of his head in the general direction of the beeping monitor, the noise dimmed down to a faint tick. Aiming the plate and cup towards the middle table Paisley let them float down, stumbling in the mainly dark room he sat himself in front of the middle desk. Being the lazy person he was he yet again used his power but this time it was to shovel mouthfuls of egg and bacon into his mouth, occasionally he would take a sip out of his coffee cup.

Finishing off the last bite Paisley raised his arms above his head and let out a happy groan. Feeling much better than he had not too long ago he started to tinker away on one of his many gadgets. This one was pretty special to him, being the fact that it was a type of holographic communicator that he had been working on for the past three months. The simple fact was that every time he went to test it out - to see if it finally works. Everyone was either busy or didn't want to have something potentially blow up in front of them - Some of his gadgets were pretty explosive when they don't work properly.

Setting down the gadget, Paisley contemplated whether or not to wake up Snyder. Thinking that he should at least check on him, he got up and stretched his legs and arms slowly. Getting a cup of water and making his way back to his bedroom he peeked into the dim room, casting his eyes over the boy's figure still on the bed he sneakily entered the room. Quickly but stealthily he made his way to the right side of the bed and made the cup of water hover over the boy. Three. Two. One. Paisley made the cup of water tip all over the boy's head. Giving a little snicker to himself he waited for the boy's reaction.


☐ʟɵcαтιɵи: Paisley's Apartment
☐cɵмᴩαич: Snyder || No one || Snyder
☐тнɵυԍнтѕ: He's going to burn me alive for this
☐ɵɵc: First post woohoo

[lilac shoujo]

Claude could tell the basic difference of when he was dreaming and when he was awake. In his dream, he couldn't feel any sort of emotion coming out of people, in completely comparison with reality, where even the tiniest feeling could be detected. But this time, it was different. In his dream, he could feel the emotions of people. He felt extreme sorrow hitting him in the chest, tears escaping his eyes and flowing down his cheeks like a river. It was more than just plain sorrow. It was grief, solitude, mourn, rejection, pity.The blonde would fall on his knees and scream for salvation, as if that was even possible.

He woke up in a gasp, his blue eyes staring at the ceiling, inhaling and exhaling; his lungs were hungry for more air. Those nightmares, they were getting worst every day that passed. His eyes searched to find Magnes, though he knew that he would be disappointed once more. Just like every day, Magnes had left before Claude woke up. It was really weird. Though their relationship was secret, he kept having expectations from the fellow blonde. No, had it not been for his Empathy, Claude would have nothing to expect from the Grimm's Techie. Oh Magnes. The day Claude would wake up and find Magnes around his home, Claude would knew, he would be victorious. Claude closed his eyes after he finally calmed down and exhaled for one last time. This was reality.

After preparing coffee, Claude sat down in the kitchen table, taking a sip of it. Next to him was the note Magnes had left him.A smirk appeared on his face as he wondered what the younger male decided to write him this time. Was he being terribly formal again? Even though Claude came to know him Magnes good enough, but still he liked guessing. He slowly opened the note, his eyes scanning it quickly before he tore it apart and started chuckling. Oh god, that kid. Always "having work to do". It was cute how the little promise of calling him came in the end. Really, maybe that was the thing he liked most in Magnes. Without hesitation, Claude took out his cell phone and started typing a reply to the boy a vicious smirk on his face.

to; Magnes
Buongiorno Principessa
You left me wake up all alone again?
Naughty, naughty Magnes,
taking advantage of my kindness and patience.
But don't worry~I will punish you later for that~ wink

And after typing that he put his cell phone away and continued with drinking his coffee. Oh goody~ Just imagine Magnes face when he reads his message, probably going to reply back with some really formal message. This is going to be too much fun. Claude went back in his room to dress up and stuff and exited his home. The place his father bought him really stood up from the rest of houses in the street, being bigger and more elegant. It was relatively close to the Warlyn's base so he did not need to take any sort of transportation to get there. That was a good thing, because Claude really hated the public. At that point of the day, Claude would hardly meet any passerbys, but in case he found any, one feeling would be certain to detect; curiosity. His scar was at fault. It just triggered people's attention like nothing else. Trying to push away unwanted thoughts, Claude placed earphones in both ears and selected a relaxing song.

He was probably the first one to arrive at the base today, or at least he couldn't see anyone else right now. His eyes were like usual forked on his couch. Claude himself had ordered it to be placed there, and if anyone dared to touch it, Claude became furious than ever. But the young Italian couldn't help it. His Empathy made him tired, and laying down and relax was the best he could do. Claude literally collapsed on the couch, hugging the pillow tightly. "I missed you so much." he said and kissed the pillow. So soft.....he was in paradise already.



WARLYN BASExx┇xxNEUTRALxx┇xxALONE

Infected Aiko

ooc: CRAPPY FIRST POST WOOOOOOOOOOT!

[Forever Orbiting]

Mᴏᴏᴅ: Amused ┇ Slightly uneasy. tab Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: A nosy spirit and Claude. tab Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: His apartment ┇ Warlyn's kitchen.

It was morning or at least that what the sounds outside were suggesting. There was chirping birds, muffled conversation leaking through, and one of the more pleasant noises being the laughter of children. A small smile graced Oliver’s lips for a moment but once the ache in his head started the expression was replaced with a grimace. While the sounds were a pleasant thing to wake up to only moments ago they were now causing his head to pound, though it’s likely that the whiskey bottle that was now missing a quarter of its full contents had something to do with it, and he already didn’t want to open his eyes. The sun was assaulting him even though the curtains were shut which didn’t seem like a promising situation. A part of him wanted to roll back over and pass out on the couch until this miserable hangover—even though he didn’t want to admit it that’s what was causing this—disappeared but he knew that Warlyn’s leader would have his head. Sighing he pushed himself up from the couch and stretched his arms high above his head until they gave a satisfying pop. Peeking open one eye careful he hissed at the sudden onslaught of brightness but managed to withstand it and after a few moments both of his eyes were fully open.

Now that he completely awake and could focus on the world around him he was greeted by the spirits he always saw. Thankfully it didn’t seem as if any malicious ones were currently residing within his apartment with him and that was about the only good news he had since waking up. Most of the time he could handle being quiet when angry spirits screamed out or stared at him but whenever he had a hangover he failed nearly 100 percent of the time. Everything made him flinch or wince when he was like this and banshee like howls were certainly not exempted from the list. Heck, even on his good days they got to him and made him run laps around the city until they forgot his face or became interested in something else. Forcing himself up from the cushions of the couch he took note of how many ghostly figures were actually haunting him at the moment. There was one, two, three, and a half since one of the ghosts—which was probably new to being dead—was fascinated with phasing through the wall repeatedly. Honestly these types of spirits weren’t bad, maybe just a little misguided, and more often than not they’d keep him company.

Glancing around one more time he noted that Em wasn’t in the area and for a moment he was thankful. Most of his ghost friends were able to interact with him but there was nothing he could do to catch his best friend’s attention and it was just as frustrating as it was sad. “That enough of a pity party. I can manage this just like I do with everything else.” Nodding his head in agreement with the statement Oliver figured that it was about time he hopped in the shower. Technically he wasn’t late, just yet anyway, but if he wasted anymore time standing around he’d have to attempt sneaking into the base or at the very least avoiding meeting up with Cyrus. Both choices weren’t pleasant plus it was likely that he would fail and at this point it was easier to just get washed up now before heading out. Taking a final longing glance at the couch he mumbled a few choice curses and headed off towards his bedroom that was sparsely decorated, just like the rest of the place. It honestly didn’t matter to him and it wasn’t like there were any guests at his place or at least not any that were alive. Once in room he wandered over to the dresser seated in the corner and rummaged through to get an outfit for the day ahead.

All of his clothing were ordered and organized since he despised messy surroundings. Even though he’d recently taken up drinking like a fish his habit of keeping his things tidy didn’t disappear and since he wasn’t drunk all the time there was still a portion of him that couldn’t handle disorganized clutter. Within no time he was hopping into the shower, after tossing his clothing onto the counter next to the sink, and enjoying the spray of the water. There was just something calming about being surrounded by a cascading waterfall pouring down on him and it felt like all of his worries were being washed down the drain. For a moment he started to doze off and what snapped him back to attention was the sound of a voice.

“Rough night, buddy? You look like death warmed over.”

A glare narrowed his eyes and right away he caught sight of the shock on the spirit’s face. “You know, it’s rude to insult people. Especially when they’re standing right in front of you, peeping tom.” It wasn’t a shock when ghosts snuck in on his showers, though he always enjoyed them panicking once they realized he could see them, and at the moment he really didn’t care. His head hurt too much and it wasn’t like the ghost could go tell anyone what he saw. Before responding or acknowledging his new guest any farther he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and made sure to get all of the soap suds from his person. Once he was pleased with his npw clean state he turned off the nozzle and stared at the dead guy in the tub with him. “Move.” He’d walked through spirits on more than one occasion and it usually left him shivering afterwards. Chattering teeth were not on the agenda for today and he wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. Instead of doing what he’d asked the ghost just stood gawking at him with the same expression that he’d sported for the pass five minutes. “Why are you freaked out? I’m the one that’s seeing dead people, though that makes you dead, and stop gawking at me like some sort of pervert.” Usually the visitors that he got acted embarrassed or at least left him to wash off in privacy once they realized he could see them but this one didn’t seem to be going anyway and that wasn’t working for Oliver.

After a minute the spirit finally seemed to come back to reality and quickly disappeared from the bathroom altogether. That wasn’t what he’d asked for but he was more than willing to take it. Pulling the curtain back he stepped out of the tub and quickly dried himself off. There was no time to waste since he knew that it was growing near time to leave and that pushed him to get dressed even faster once he wasn’t sopping wet any longer. Four minutes later and he’d completed his entire morning routine. His hair was neatly in place, his teeth brushed, and he didn’t look like a hot mess. This wasn’t the usual him, or at least the guy he was for the past six months, but he was trying something new in an attempt to get Warlyn’s leader off his back. Losing his job with the gang would only cause problems for him but he honestly didn’t know how long he could keep this up. He’d gotten lucky today with the sun annoying him until he woke up but that wasn’t a guarantee every day. Currently it didn’t matter since it was a worry for another day and all of his efforts were about to go to waste if he kept standing here trapped within his own thoughts. Snagging his keys he headed out the door, though he turned back to make sure that it was locked, and decided to walk to the base. It wasn’t far and the sound of his motorcycle would cause the pounding in his head to worsen before he even reached his destination.


▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ Tɪᴍᴇ Sᴋɪᴘ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇

It hadn’t taken more than fifteen minutes for him to reach the entrance to the base but he could feel a pair of eyes on him the entire trip there. He already knew who it was, the freaking perverted tub ghost from earlier, but he paid the other no mind. There were too many people around for him to suddenly start talking to thin air and he had somewhere to be. Maybe if he was feeling generous later he’d acknowledge the guy, he already knew he was going to since he always did, but that wasn’t happening until he was alone and he’d had at least three cups of coffee. Liquor was handy for knocking him out but it didn’t give him much of a restful night’s sleep and it was evident by the dark shadows under his eyes. Nothing could make them go away, besides some well needed sleep, so he’d just gotten accustomed to having them. Coffee was more than capable of waking him up in the morning and helped him focus on his job. Just as he was turning the corner and nearing the entrance to Warlyn’s based he caught sight of something that made him stop dead in his tracks. There stood Em on the side walk as people walked around, or even through, him but he paid them no mind since his eyes were focused in on Oliver. Feeling a shiver run up his spine he managed to get a hold of himself and headed into the base at a fast paced walk. He thought today was going to be different but already he could feel the need to drink swelling up inside him.

In an effort to resist the urge to head to his med bay and down the bottle he kept hidden in the desk drawer the first stop on his journey into the base was the kitchen. There was a coffee pot there with his name on it and he hoped that it could keep his hands from shaking. If he was being honest with himself the current him was a disappointment and disgusting. He had always stayed away from alcohol and any other addictive substances since his personality was very dependent but after a while he’d caved and now there was no getting away unscathed. This was the path that he’d chosen and now he was stuck with it regardless of how hard he struggled. It shouldn’t have struck him as funny, if anything it should be terrifying, but it was amusing—bitterly so—to see the prodigy he’d once been fall this far. Wandering down the hallway towards the kitchen he pushed his thoughts to the side and noticed how quiet the base was this morning. Apparently he was in a rush for no reason since he’d been earlier than his internal clock believed. It was a minor victory but he’d take whatever he could get at this point.

As he rounded the corner to where the kitchen was he caught sight of another member of the gang already here. He managed to keep his groan of displeasure contained within himself as he realized who it was. There were no problems he had with Claude as a person but that power of his bothered him every time the other was around. He knew it wasn’t just unpleasant for him, he could only assume that it was annoying to always feel the emotions of others, but it didn’t make him feel any better. Instead of greeting the male right away he made a beeline for the kitchen where he knew the brewing of coffee would begin. Snagging all of the items he would need Oliver set to work on getting the machine working in his favor and in no time the pot started to fill with the steaming hot drink he currently desired. Now that he had ensured the making of his coffee he turned around to speak with Claude and smiled apologetically. “Sorry for rushing by you, though your pretty enthralled with that couch of yours, but my morning coffee is a must.” Anymore he practically functioned by the pot and if he missed out on some it degraded his mood to the point of making him unpleasant. He attempts to keep away from booze at work, however that’s only something he picked up upon waking up this morning, since he’s been drunk which trying to treat people for nearly the past three weeks in a row. It’s all the more reason to be ashamed of his current state which will hopefully motivate him to change, though he’s doubtful of that actually happening. Focusing back in on Claude, though his eyes were resting on his chin like they had been for the duration of the conversation, he noticed that his ghostly stalker had appeared within the base and he managed to ignore him after one momentary gaze. “Do you want any of this java or is it an entire pot all for me?” It didn’t hurt to be polite, especially after his earlier actions, and he was more than willing to share, at least with the members of his gang anyway since they were important to him.


OOC: Long post is long and crappy. Sorry about that!

[Souleaterkidthefirst]

ＡＳ ＷＥ ＷＡＬＫ ＡＭＯＮＧ ＴＨＥＳＥ ＳＨＡＤＯＷＳ • • • ιɴ тнeѕe ѕтreeтѕ ⇘⇘

these fields of battle

◞⇣ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ xxx ｗｅ ｗｅａｒ ｔｈｅ ｍｅｄａｌ ⊹
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HEAR US WHISPER IN THE DARK `✦

★ ☆━━━ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴋ
ＪＡＣＯＢ ＳＮＹＤＥＲ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
It was still pitch black in the room when he had woken up. Not even a glimmer of sunshine could be seen peeking through the curtains. The only light being emitted from the street lamps, but that was only the faintest of glows. Snyder was almost positive that it was about three-thirty in the morning. A time that he would regularly wake up to – as if an alarm was going off in his brain for him to wake up. It was either that or he would sleep soundly the entire night, something that rarely occurred. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing – waking up so early – the boy had gotten used to it and now he had a way to pass his time. As a spy for Grimm, Snyder would use his extra time to take a sneak peak at the white, haired techie's gadgets that he was working. All without the younger boy staring at him or asking him questions as to why he was always so curious about the little thingamajigs that he was working on. He never really found out much information, barely ever having an idea of what the hell the boy was even doing with half of the stuff. Though he was able to watch the little gadget grow into bigger and better things. Occasionally he would even take photos and upload them to his computer, so that he could email them off to his own techie, Magnes Gautier. Magnes was Snyder's only communication with his original gang, Grimm, and he was always grateful for any extra information Snyder could give him on what his opposing techie friend was doing. In Snyder's opinion, the two techies seemed like hardcore rivals. They never really knew what the other was doing, unless a spy was involved – aka Snyder – and they were always trying to outdo each other. It was rather interesting to watch to say the least.

Snyder tried to move his body, attempting to lift himself up or even just move a little so he could get up. It was to no avail. His arms and legs were tangled up with another boy – Paisley Winters to be exact – who was clutching at him. He tried to shift a little to remove the boy from on top of him. But it was difficult since the boy had his face buried deep into Snyder's chest and a good grip on his body. Snyder groaned. His body was aching, he was tied and in desperate need of a shower. It took a few good attempts to get Paisley to even let go, but once he did pushing him off was a breeze. His body thank him. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, Snyder slowly got up into a sitting position with his feet resting on the floor. “Ugh, could you be a little gentler next time you pain in the a**” he groan, glancing over his shoulder at Paisley. Who was now tucked nicely into a pillow with the blanket wrapped around him tightly. Sighing, Snyder moved slowly across the bedroom towards the shower. Not bothering to shut the door, because it was unlikely that Paisley would wake up, Snyder looked at himself in the mirror. He looked tired. There were bags under his eyes from not getting enough sleep. His hair was all messed up and tangled. Not to mention the bite marks that littered his pale neck. He cringed, running his fingers over them to inspect them. “He never listens” he grumbled to himself. Snyder hated it when the younger boy left marks on him – especially in places that were visible to others, unless he wore a long necked shirt. It's not that it was embarrassing or anything, he just preferred it if Zeke was the one to leave marks on him rather than the spoiled nerd.

Pushing his thoughts aside, Snyder trudged towards the shower, shivering as the cold water hit his skin. He didn't bother adjusting the temperature, as cold water was the best way to wake him up and help get his bearings. It didn't take long and he stepped out. Immediately grabbing two towels off of the rack – one for his waist and the other to dry his hair. As he walked out of the room, Snyder finished drying hair – leaving it slightly wet – and searched for his clothes. The room was still reasonably dark, only becoming easier to see when he found his phone and used it as a torch. His clothes were reasonably easy to find – his neon green jeans stood out from the furniture and the carpet, his briefs hidden underneath and his shirt had been tossed onto the other side of the room. Picking up his jeans and briefs, Snyder slowly pulled them up his legs. Having to wiggle and jiggle just to get into his skin tight jeans which were a size too small. Just the way he liked them.

After getting himself semi dressed – feeling too lazy to even bother to put a shirt on – Snyder made his way out of the room. Checking to make sure that Paisley was still sound asleep before he pushed the door almost shut. From there he went down the hall and into his room where he pulled out a suitcase. Inside the suitcase was a briefcase with a number lock on it. Putting in the correct pin, the case opened revealing a laptop. Snyder pulled out the laptop and sat himself on the bed with it, before starting it up using his fingerprint on the side of the machine. He had gotten Magnes to make his laptop as secure as possible, even going so far as to get the techie to put a fire wall on the small thing. Just so Snyder felt more secure being undercover than having a laptop that anyone could use. It was a bit risky if that was the case. Unlocking the computer, with yet another password, Snyder opened up his emails to check to see if he had heard anything from his go between. Seeing nothing in his inbox, he left the laptop on the bed and went for sticky beak in Paisley's study. To be honest there wasn't much to see. A few bits and pieces here, a few bits and pieces there. This thingamabob over there. And then there was this thing just sitting on one of the many desks and tables around the room. Paisley seemed to be very interested in the small object, having been working on it for a while now. Though he seemed a bit more secretive about it than any of the others. Like it was one of his new masterpieces, that Paisley didn't like to say what it was until someone could guess what it was, or he could produce a finished product.

Snapping a few photos of the object with his phone, Snyder headed back to his room. Uploading the photos onto his laptop, he sent them to Magnes. Something that he did every now and again. And that was it. Snyder couldn't do much else, so he packed his laptop back up and hid it back under the bed in the briefcase inside the suitcase. It was a bit of a hassle to pull out and put back, but it was worth it. Having a little yawn, Snyder headed back to Paisley's bed. Curling up towards the edge, rather than up to Paisley, he almost instantly fell back into a deep sleep.

↻ t - t i m e s k i p. xxxxxx

Every minute that Snyder continued to sleep was an added bonus. The more sleep the better mood he was in. But that wasn't to say Paisley was all that aware of the fact. Waking up Snyder was the worst thing the boy could do. Let alone waking him up with water. Almost as soon as the water hit his face, Snyder's eyes were wide open and he was sitting up glaring at the idiot that dared to wake him. Growling, he grabbed the pillow he had been sleeping on and threw it towards Paisley. Setting it alight as he did. Sure the flame wasn't as strong as Snyder would have hoped, but it was still a flame and it'd hurt if it hit Paisley. “******** hell Paisley! You know I hate it when you do that!!” he shouted, jumping out of the bed and grabbing the closest towel. Water droplets has managed to drip down his back, chest and even his arms, especially when he had sat up. Though they were soon gone and his hair dried with the towel. “Plus it's the worst way, in the world, to wake up” he glanced at Paisley, throwing the towel at him. “How would you like it if I did that to you?” he asked. But before he could get so much as a response he was stomping down the hallway to his own room. To say the least he was pissed, just like every time the idiotic techie decided to wake him up using water. He just never learns.

Choosing a clean shirt out of the cupboard, Snyder finished getting dressed. Topping his outfit off with a leather jacket and a pair of converse. Now that he was dressed, there was no reason for him to stay in the apartment any longer. So he made his way to the apartment door, ignoring anything and everything Paisley said or did. “You are so ********' lucky I don't set you on fire you little s**t” he shouted, before leaving. Slamming the door behind him and heading towards the Warlyn Base. Nothing was better for one of Snyder's pissed off at Paisley moods than some fresh air, so walking to the his destination was the best way to go. Plus he could stop for food on the way. But before doing anything, Snyder decided to give his contact a message to make sure he saw the email.


To: Mags
From: Snyder
Hey did you get that email about the UFO last night. I can't if it's actually worth a look, but it looks somewhat interesting. Heard they've been following it for a few months now... What's your take on it?

Almost all of their messages together were coded. In this case, Snyder was basically just telling Magnes that he had sent him an email last night. Though he wasn't quite sure if it was even worth a look. And the fact that the other techie had been working on it for a few months. Sometimes, Snyder wasn't quite sure if Magnes would even understand what he had text him with. But not once had he received a message telling him otherwise. So the codes must have been working – even though they were usually made up while he was typing the message. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Snyder made his way to the nearest corner shop. At the shop, he bought himself an iced coffee and a sausage roll, which he ate rather quickly.

The rest of the trip to Warlyn's base was rather short and once he gotten there he made his way straight to the kitchen. Though his path was obstructed when he noticed two other members of the gang near the area of the kitchen. Luckily for them his mood had mostly dissipated. “Hey! How's your morning?” he asked, being a bit polite as he made his way into the kitchen to throw his empty bottle and other rubbish out. Snyder then turned and faced the other two, heading towards the back of the couch and leaning on it slightly.
ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ： Paisley || Claude and Oliver XXX ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ： Paisley's apartment || Warlyn base XXX ｏｏｃ： It's long and shitty. I promise it won't be this long again D: XXX

❝ SO WE ▬ MARCH TO THE DRUMS OF THE DAMNED AS WE COME

WATCH IT BURN IN THE SUN ▬ WE ARE NUMB !! ❞

[aiko-oni]

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  The Techie glanced over toward the doctor and nodded in acknowledgement, “Good morning.” Taking another sip, the corners of the blonde’s mouth quirked upward slightly. “No, I got some sleep earlier. I’ve been up for the last couple hours ‘tinkering’, though.” After nearly dropping the bag of candy thrown his way, he placed it down on the counter. “Thanks. Breakfast sounds great,” Magnes says as he takes out the waffle maker. “So, how was your morning? Did you have any more early morning customers?”
  
  Breakfast wasn’t a normal occurrence for the young man. Usually, he was working too hard or he slept through it. He could easily function without it, although the doctor would often nag him about it being “the most important meal of the day. How will you get manly if you don’t eat breakfast?” Why did the Tech have to be manly, anyway? It’s not like he would ever use it. He was usually stuck behind a computer in the lab all day long anyway. Magnes rarely went on jobs. His job was making sure that they completely their job thoroughly and to warn this fellow gang members if trouble was approaching. “Which is important,” he agrees, “but I could just as easily do that if I was there in person.”
  
  The buzzing of his cellphone interrupted the blonde’s thoughts.
  
  A text message from Claude. “Oh no.”
  
  Brown eyes scanned over the message as his face became hot with a blush. “Again with the nickname….Punish me? What’s that supposed to mean?” Magnes’ eyebrow furrowed together in mild irritation. “Stupid,” he muttered quietly while he typed out a reply.
  
  to; Claude
  
  I apologize for leaving so soon.
  
  But I had some unavoidable business to attend to.
  
  Immediately after pressing “send”, the young man flipped his phone face down on the counter and crossed his arms. “Honestly, what’s with that guy?” It was as if the other blonde took pleasure in making him uncomfortable. Knowing Claude, he probably did.
  
  Returning his attention to his friend, Magnes peered at him from behind. “Do you need help? I’m not much of a cook but I could probably mix the ingredients without much of a problem.”
  
  A second buzzing from his cellphone. “Probably Claude.”
  After checking his messages, the blonde’s eyebrows rose. “Not Claude. Snyder.”
  
  “UFO…? Oh! Email.” Quickly moving to his email app, the Techie scanned through the pictures Snyder had sent. Most of the gadgets hadn’t moved much since he last looked at them. An added piece here, a piece taken away there. Although, the technology behind the gadgets was something Magnes couldn’t tell from the pictures. For all he knew, the Warlyn’s Techie could be light years ahead of him.
  
  to; Snyder
  I just looked at it.
  We’ll have to wait and see.
  It’s hard to tell from the pictures.
  
  The Techie appreciated Snyder’s work more than he let on. The truth was, Magnes was stuck. The other techie was much more creative than he and was constantly making he things. All Magnes did was make the same but bigger or make something cancel his gadget out. The blonde was more of a computer guy. He had never learned engineering, except from Keir on occasion. That was a area where the Warlyn’s Techie had him beat.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[mewktea]

"Urgh..." He groaned, the sunlight shining through the window and right on his face irritated him. Normally, he was a morning person, but he hadn't gotten much sleep yesterday so it wasn't the same today. His phone was ringing by his ear and he just didn't have energy to pick it up and sound cheery about it. On top of that, something rough seems to be brushing against his fingers. His brain wasn't working fast enough and he couldn't come up with what it could possibly be, but all questions were answered when he opened his eyes. Surely, the answer wasn't as pleasant as anyone would've imagined. Inhaling sharply, he retracted his arm as he suddenly pulled himself up to a sitting position. "Shoo! Shoo!" He tried to get the feline to leave his room, through the window which Ash would assume he entered through. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to have a bed right next to the window after all.

Despite his best efforts in trying to scare the cat away, it insisted on staying and even tried to snuggle up against Ash. Of course, the mysophobic male's instincts kicked in and he backed off, getting off the bed altogether. He would have to allow the cat to stay until it feels like leaving, and hopefully that would be soon. Until then, he would have to do his best to ignore the thought of having soil and germs being tracked into his apartment. Or, he could just try to lure the cat out of the window again. Cats like fish, right? He walked over to the fridge, which was just a room away in the kitchen, and checked for sign of leftover fish. Since he wasn't one for wasting food and throwing whatever he couldn't finish, his fridge was filled with lots of leftovers that he'd eventually throw into his lunchboxes. Oh, there's no more fish. Meat would have to do, hopefully, he thought, as he grabbed the container that sat near the bottom of the fridge which held the leftovers he had from yesterday. Dumping the contents on a plate he grabbed from the cabinet, he slowly lured the cat outside of his apartment and sat the plate on the grass outside.

With the cat out of his way now, he suddenly remembered his cell phone ringing earlier. Closing the door behind him, he quickly made his way back over to his bed, where he stashed his phone under his pillow. Unlocking his phone, it did indeed say that there was one missed call. It made him wonder why there weren't more calls, since he hadn't picked up. I'll call back... He thought, dialing the number back and waiting for someone to pick up. It rang once, twice, three times, then someone had picked up. "... Hello?"

"Ash? You finally called back. Sorry I called you so early in the morning," the voice of a familiar colleague spoke on the other end. Though he was more like a mentor, since he had went through the trouble of showing Ash how everything worked in the police force.

"Ah, yeah... I'm sorry I didn't pick up when you called earlier. Is something wrong, John?" He asked in return, as he got his suit and gloves ready to change into. He would have to take a shower before changing, but while he spoke on the phone he would spend the time preparing his lunch. Because of his phobia, his mind and body didn't allow him to eat anything prepared by anyone other than himself. It's not as bad when it comes to pre-packaged or pre-canned foods you get from vending machines or convenience stores, but since it's just not as bad it's still quite bad.

"Oh, right. Regarding the report you sent in yesterday night, there's something wrong with it. Can you fax it again?"

"Something wrong..? I'm sorry, I'll fax it again soon. It must have been because I was too tired..." He rubbed his forehead with his chapped, free hand and frowned, groaning at his own mistake. "I'll hang up now. I'll call you again soon."

"Wait--Is something wrong? You don't sound too good." Then there was a pause between the two. "Ash?"

"Oh. I'm fine, just... a little tired. I will be hanging up now." With that, he hung up right after before John could say anything else. He had things to do and places to get to and staying in his apartment to chat with his colleague. Truth was, he is a little tired because he had stayed up late yesterday writing that report on his findings at the Grimm's base. It wasn't particularly a long report, but he probably forget to include something important or forgot to fax the last page. It wouldn't be surprising if it was both.

Gently placing his phone on the dining table, he took out whatever leftovers he could find in the fridge and dumped it into his lunchbox. Smiling contently, he placed the lunchbox into the microwave to heat it up. While it was heating up, he headed into the bathroom to shower. Once he was finished with that, he would get dressed and be on his way to the gang's base. It hadn't occurred to him that he didn't eat any breakfast, but he would be fine. It wasn't the first time this happened and he needed to leave and arrive on time. Punctuality was the key.





Upon arriving at the Grimm's base, Ash made his way over to the kitchen as fast as he possibly could. He pushed past anyone that was in his way--a little rude, but he had no other choice--and ignored anyone that called out to him. He was in a rush to get to the kitchen, to get to the sink. All he had on his mind right now was that he had to wash his hands. Some idiot decided it'd be a mighty fine idea to butt in his business and rob him of his gloves, then commenting on his chapped hands and rubbing lotion on it. Sure, perhaps they were being genuine in trying to help him rid of his chapped hands, but there was also the possibility that they were just trying to get him to buy some of their darn lotion. First it was the cat, then there was the thing about the report, and then some person trying to sell him some lotion! It was just one bad situation after another this morning!

Rushing into the kitchen, Ash tossed his backpack aside, focusing only on the sink. Of course, he did notice the two others in the kitchen. He would just have to leave greeting them after he took care of his hands. Turning on the faucet, he began to rub his hands together in the liquid soap he got from the soap dispenser, trying to get all the lotion and germs off his hands. The lotion felt sticky and gross, plus the thought of the germs from the stranger's hand mixed in the sticky mixture just disgusted him. He repeated this process several times, before finally feeling content and fitting himself in a pair of spare gloves he had in his backpack, tossing away the old pair that had been taken off earlier. "Good morning Mr. Hutchins and Mr. Gautier," he said, giving them both a slight nod of a head as a greeting.

Seeing as how Dutch was just digging through the firdge just now, when Ash barged into the kitchen without a word, he would have to guess he was planning to fix up some breakfast. Something that, speaking of which, he hadn't eaten this morning. "Would you like help, Mr. Hutchins?" He asked, since he wasn't half bad at cooking due to the fact that he had to either choose to cook or starve at a young age.

He was still feeling a bit anxious from the incident earlier, but a deep breath calmed him a bit. Things like this was unavoidable, since people would always, always let curiosity get the best of them and try to see why Ash would hide his hands underneath a pair of suffocating gloves. Isn't it hot under those? They'd ask, but it wasn't as if it needed to be pointed out.

ooc :: wowowow sorry my rambling of ashley's morning got way too long before i realized

[The Titza]

'Did you have any more early morning customers?' he said. Well, since he asked...

"If by 'customers,' ye mean ninny-headed blokes who think it's a good idea to wander around with a bloody arm at six in the morning, then yes, I had one," he turned his head towards Magnes to flash a brief grin, casually tossing up an egg in his hand before returning to the fridge. "Honestly. Don't know what's goin' on in those thick skulls of theirs. Most of the time, it ain't even an injury they're cryin' ta me about. They complain about work, wives, children, anything. I'm a doctor, not a bloody miracle worker!" he slid a couple of plates onto the counter while he rambled, setting up the stove and frying pans with quick and practiced ease. "I'm tellin' ya. If Croc doesn't keep them away, I don't know what will. He says he's a damn guard but he's never there in the mornin' ta keep those guys out. I oughta lock up from now on - restrict all'a my medical business to the afternoon an' evenin', else the cops'll start breathin' down my neck," he turned on the stove and poured a few drops of oil into each pan. Dutch leaned against the counter and waited for the pans to heat up, averting his attention to the blond-haired Techie.

Magnes was blushing at his cellphone, a sight that brought a small, suspicious frown to the bartender's lips. Judging by the boy's expression, he was likely reading a message from his current...lover. The mere thought sent a dreadful chill down his spine. First, it was Keir. Now, it was someone else entirely. Magnes was a good boy, that much Dutch he could tell, and yet he appeared to be oddly attracted to troublemakers (well, they are all criminals...technically speaking). He had half the mind to walk over, snatch the phone away and type in a simple "Go away, I don't like you. Plus your breath smells, and I've never liked your home cooking. Oh, and you're stupid." However, that would be rather rude, and Magnes would without a doubt be quite upset if he did that. Being a doctor was one thing, but Dutch was in no way a father to any of Grimm's members, and he'd just have to accept that fact and move on.

When the blond glanced his way, the male immediately perked up and quickly nodded his head. "Sure, if ye want. It'd be nice ta have an extra set of hands ta help with this crud," he moved over to the stove and hovered a hand over one of the pans. After a brief pause, he grabbed the eggs that were sitting nearby and cracked them onto the heated metal. "Go ahead an' start mixin' up the flour, lad. Make as much as ya think ye can eat, or more, for that matter. The others should be comin' soon, and I'd like there to be plenty'a waffles ta go around."

The sound of eggs crackling upon the frying pans was a familiar one. Vaguely, it reminded him of a time where he needn't worry about being thrown into jail, or perhaps even stabbed in his sleep. A warm stove brought images of an inviting house, a pretty young woman, and the promise of a bright day ahead of him. Dutch paused in his ministrations, eyes going blank as the memories surged through his mind. Sometimes, he wished he could go back to living the way normal people would, but then he would think about Magnes - Colt - the way Croc would smile at him whenever he returned to the pub, as if Dutch brought a giant freakin' parade home with him. Even Keir, though he loathes to admit it, had found a special place in his heart, and never would he ever say that he regretted meeting them all.

A slow exhale.

The eggs were nearly done.

Before he could get the chance to slide them onto the plates, rapid footsteps met his ears and Dutch would watch as the Rookie of their gang flew into the kitchen and practically dove into the sink. A single, red eyebrow rose at this. No matter how many times Dutch had seen this happened, he could never begin to understand the reason behind Ash's insistent need to constantly wash his hands. He suspected it may be something to do with a phobia, but he was hesitant to ask, lest he brought up an uncomfortable subject that the other male didn't wish to speak about. "...mornin'," he responded carefully, plopping the fried eggs onto the plates. "The eggs are finished, but I believe Mag here could use a hand with the waffles," he nodded in the blond direction before turning back to Ash. "How're ye doin', laddie? An eventful mornin', I presume? My dog killed the neighbor's cat," his face was blank as he said this, not even sorry at the fact that he just referred to Croc as a canine (which was partially true). "I might have ta head back early jus' ta see if I gotta handle anythin'. By the way, have you boys heard about the party tonight? At the club?" he placed the used frying pans into the sink and began washing them as he spoke. "I, personally, got hired to serve drinks, which is perfect, eh? Gonna be a big one, rumors go. I ain't a partyin' kinda man myself, but if I'm just standin' behind a counter fer most of it, then I'm fine."


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[Little Hitsugaya]

xCompany x Cyrus -> Dutch, Ash, Magnesx Outfit x Herex Location x Cyrus's place - > Grimm Base

The night before had been an interesting one indeed, Colt had spend most of his time out and about on the streets of Arborline. Enforcing the Grimm law and scouting their territory to make sure no one was messing with it. He wasn't assigned this task per say, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it. Or at least there was really no point in telling this blonde what he could and couldn't do. He might have been only second in command of the Grimm entourage, but he might as well be the self-proclaimed leader. It had a nice ring to it didn't it? At the same time he didn't want that kind of responsibility resting on his already burdened shoulders. He wasn't very good at taking care of other people or keeping them safe. He had a self preservation about him that made it nearly impossible for him to stick around and help out others if he knew it would be for nothing. Years and years of living on the streets alone, being nothing more than a gutter rat had instilled this force of habit into him. It was like an instinct, like the way a beast might be.

Of course the night was still young by the time he finished his route, not feeling up to perusing the bars and streets for a little entertainment for the rest of his night, he decided to fall back on one such person he knew would welcome him with open-- uh let's say arms shall we. Making sure he had nothing else going on he had forewarned Cyrus, the current leader of his groups rival in crime, that he'd be stopping by. This fling of sorts had been going on for a little while now, of course as was usual with Colt, this was nothing more than a game, a toy for him to use when he was in the mood. But of course more than anything, this was a way of angering his own leader. For whatever reasons Colt had, ever since he had first joined Grimm he had a thing for pissing Idris off. It was fun, entertaining and mainly his way of getting back at him for being ordered around all the time.He had no doubt that the leader felt the same way about him as well, which was good. He didn't do well with commitment or even discussing it. He was simply put, a hit it and quit it type of guy. Safe to say, upon his arrival things got heated. Whether it was intentional or not, he had wound up falling asleep at Cyrus's place.

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Piercing sunlight had been the thing responsible for rousing the rebellious blonde from his sleep. Hands grasped at bunched up sheets and a small groan escaped through parted lips as his eyes slowly opened. Blue eyes scanned his surroundings, this didn't look like his apartment, nor did this feel like his bed. His eyes wandered to his right and he figured out where he was, directly across from him was the Warlyn's leader. A smirk etched itself onto his features as he pushed himself up carefully. As far as he could tell the other male still seemed to be asleep. Good thing too, he didn't think he'd have time for round two anyhow.

Untangling himself from the sheets was proving to be a bit of a difficult task. He struggled for a few moments before finally swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, quietly he gathered his clothes that were scattered across the floor before slipping into them as seamlessly as he had gotten out of them. Glancing back at the still sleeping form he made his way to the door and slipped out. It wasn't like him to sleep over in general, but even if it did happen he was always quick to leave the moment he woke up. For one there was no point in sticking around and having meaningful chats or breakfast, he couldn't afford to be seen with the other male out in public anyhow. Nobody really knew about the two of them, not like Colt thought of it as much anyways. It was just a beneficial thing for the two of them and although some might see his fling as betrayal, it was merely entertainment for the blonde.

Besides, there weren't a lot of people out there with the guts to confront him about anything. He was second in command for a reason, he hadn't made it this far with his luck and his charm. Stepping outside he breathed in the fresh air and grinned, nothing like a little bit of fun the night before to make the morning seem so invigorating. Weaving past people on the sidewalks he made his way out of the Warlyn territory and back onto his own. That was another tricky thing, having to travel to and from his own territory to their enemies often times proved to be a problem. Most of the time the two met on neutral ground somewhere, but last night had been a last minute kind of thing.

Before making his way to the base he had stopped off at a coffee shop and picked himself up a nice, caffeine riddled drink before continuing on his way. Sipping the contents of the drink he skipped up the steps of the Grimm base before pushing open the door and walking inside. A lot of members lived within the base, made it easier and safer, others chose to live outside of the base in their own places. Privacy and what not, Colt was one of those indviduals. His place wasn't that far from the base but he liked having a place to himself. That and he was well known for bringing home people for the night and he'd prefer not to have to do that at the base. God knows if their leader would even let him bring some other whore through the front door. Once inside he looked around, not instantly spotting anyone, although his senses perked up when the smell of food wafted through the air. Grinning he made his way to the kitchen to see which of his fellow members were cooking.

Rounding the corner, he was all too happy to see his favorite doctor. Colt enjoyed teasing and messing around with the older male, he saw him often enough so might as well develop some kind of relationship with him. That and ticking him off was easier than lighting a candle. Plus he sort of had this thing for wanting to make it with Dutch just to rub it in his face for all of eternity, he had already spent some time on brewing up rumors about what the two of them did when the blonde visited him in his office so frequently. His eyes caught sight of Ash and Magnes as well, nodding his head as a sign of hello he walked right up to Dutch and smiled. "Well how is the good doctor this morning? Taking up the role of the house wife today I see, does breakfast come with dessert as well?"He hummed as he watched the other male, of course he was talking about sex. Most of the time that was all he talked about, that or his words always came across as flirty in one way or another.

[kiri_chan08]

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It was one of those rare evening to where a club had been sabotage by a drunkard, and in that very club was no one other than Keir Vaughan. You see, Keir isn't a normal person, and when he's drunk or buzzed, he tend to go a little haywire. Unfortunately, in his case, it wasn't him who was a drunkard this time. It was another customer who had accused him for stealing his wallet and his women. Well, what do you expect from the fearless weapon specialist? He gets what he wants and being a man of his word, (not entirely true), Keir often lies his way through to get to where he's at. However, he often gets himself into trouble or whatever that case was anyhow. Anyways, that night when he had left the club, he decided to make his way back to base, that is until his forsaken mind recalled to that very day when Magnes had told him that the two should take a break from their relationship. Having to agree with him, Keir decided to do what he was told and as a man, he would do anything for that little lover of his, unfortunately, being so occupy with work and tinkering with the weapons, he had lost sight of his relationship with him. It had been an open relationship to begin with. Being a few years older than Magnes, Keir was aware that sooner or later, one of them would be sick of the other, so far, he seemed to be right about that.

Brushing his thoughts to the side, Keir walked further into the night, his hands were stuffed into his pocket as he ventured deeper into Arborline. The slight breeze of wind manage to push him forward upon feeling his jacket being sway to the side. Glancing over his shoulders, Keir took a moment to look back before his eyes had made their way up to look up at the stars. The stars were glistening brightly down on him when a small smiled embedded onto his lips. That sweet, sweet sinister smile that he had always kept with him was now shown into the streets, however, it didn't last that long when a small group of people decided to ambush him. Despite the consequences, these people didn't know what they have gotten themselves into. For that matter, Keir could have just killed them off, but in his state of mind, he was tired, sore, and wanted to sleep the night off. Even so, having to be interrupted on the way home was too much and too tiring. Perhaps getting rid of them would be a lot better and it'll be quite enticing for his amusement.

After dealing with them, Keir felt his eyes becoming heavy as his blood course throughout his entire body. Yawning, he decided to find the nearest alleyway. Maybe finding a decent spot to sleep would be fine, above all else, if anyone is really looking for him, they could just shoot him a message through the phone. It's not like he had anywhere else to go besides heading back to his place or the Grimms hideout. Once he had found a decent spot, Keir leaned back against the cold brick wall and adjusted his jacket as he closes his eyes with his arms crossing over one another, without thinking anything further, he soon fell asleep.


T I M E S K I P


It was loud. The streets were roaming with cars as it had roamed past the empty alleyway. There by the nearby dumpster sat the weapon specialist as he awoke to the sound of people chatting away on their cellular phone as well as the sound of horns, blaring from the bypassing cars. Groaning, Keir silently stood up and rubbed his eyes tiredly. His head was throbbing and the mere sunlight just so happened to hit in him the eyes as it made him falter backward against the wall once more. ********! Keir growled and rubbed his temples quietly. He definitely needed to get back to the hideout. He needed to eat a Tylenol or, or something to stop this aching headache of his. If only...Keir came to a stop when he removed his fingers away from his temples when something had dawn on him. He had forgotten his sunglasses as well as the new blueprint for his next weapon that he had left at a "friend's" place. Cursing under his breath, Keir took out his phone to check the time of day when a heavy sigh escape his lips. I better go get it from her apartment, otherwise, she'll end up giving it to some old geezer who'll sell them for profit...Blueprints like that, people often sell them for a good price that is only if they sell it to the right person. He thought having a bad feeling about this.

Taking a moment to dust away the little debris from his shirt and pant, Keir adjusted his jacket before making his way out onto the sidewalk. When appearing, people who were roaming past the alleyway gave him a disgusted look as though he was some bum who was looking for trouble. Despite his appearance and the looks that were being thrown his way, Keir glanced at his shadow then to the bright morning sun. Covering his eyes with one hand, another groan escape his lips as a growled came tumbling into his eardrum. He was hungry. He was definitely hungry and last night, he hadn't eaten at all due to being at the bar and drinking nonstop. Not only did that happen, when he was walking home, Keir ended up fighting some stupid, idiotic people on the way and tired himself out and had slept in an alleyway. For now, he should hurry back to that damn girl's place to get his things. About fifteen minutes later, he came knocking on her door and when the door had swung opened, the woman smiled at him as she leaped toward him embracing her arms around him.

"Gunner! Baby! Honey! You're back! Oh how I missed you!" She gave him a peck on the cheek before making her way to give him a deep and passionate kissed on the lips only to be pulled away from him.

"Quit it. I came here to get my things that I have left here. Where's my sunglasses and my case?" Keir questioned her when he saw her tapping her fingers onto her chin along with her foot tapping onto the ground. Cocking a brow, his hand went toward her wrist as he held it with his own hand. "Where did you put it? You didn't give it to anyone did you?" He lowly growled as he tightened his grip on her wrist.

The woman blinked and felt the firm grip when she replied to him, "I-I got it, Gunner. Do not worry! I didn't give your things to anyone! I promise you! Just let me go get it yes?" She smiled taking a step toward him again as she patted him on the head. Just as she left to head back inside, Keir entered her place and took a moment to take precaution of the place. Even though he had slept here a few times, he was aware that someone had been keeping an eye on him. Just thinking about it, his eyes had made their way toward the kitchen only to find the stove on then footsteps coming from behind him. Glancing over his shoulders, he found her smiling as she gave him his things.

"Sorry for the long wait. Here you go! Make sure to come pick me up tonight! The club is having a party tonight aren't they--"

She was cut off as Keir snatched his things from her. "Sorry, but I'm not going to that damn party with you. Find someone else..." He told her annoyed by her actions. After a few seconds have passed, he made his way back out onto the streets again as he placed his shades over his eyes. Scowling, Keir swung the small little case over his shoulders and made his way back to base. It hadn't been that long when he took his shades off as he had entered through the door. His feet dragging him toward the hallway leading him toward the kitchen. Entering the place, the scent of food entered his nostrils when his eyes manage to find four other members of Grimms there. Cocking his head, he observed the four for a split second before entering the kitchen. By now, Keir had made his way toward the fridge to take out a nice cool water bottle. Popping the lid open, he took a sip as he made his way toward the table but stop only to find Magnes. Feeling a little uncomfortable, he decided to take the initiative to talk to the young one. "So, how are the gadgets going? Do you need any help?" Keir asked wondering if Magnes still needs help with things around on his end. "If you do, I can help you a bit...or something, but that's only if you need help..." He casually said to him ignoring the others for now since he hadn't talk to Magnes in awhile. Well ever since the day when the two decided to take a break from one another. From there, he had drowned himself with his work, eventually, losing track of time and day along with it.





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Where: Alleyway > Some girl's apt. > Grimms base/ Kitchen tab Whom: No one > Some girl > Dutch, Magnes, Colt, & Ash tab Thoughts: I need a Tylenol after this... tab Theme: tab OOC: Sorry for the long a** wait! Didn't really know how to start off his post at all >,> But here he is!


The Titza

Mewkshake

Infected Aiko

Little Hitsugaya

[aiko-oni]

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  The techie saluted the doctor, a cheeky grin in his face. “Aye, aye Captain.” Magnes proceeded pour a cup of flour, salt, baking powder and sugar into the bowl after reading the instructions thoroughly. As he mixed the dry ingredients together, the blonde glanced over to the older man at his side. Dutch seemed to be in deep thought. The techie often wondered why the doctor stuck around. He would probably be able to find a steady job under an alias. Surely, he wished he could go back to a normal life. Meet a nice girl, get married, maybe even have kids. He was still young enough to do all of that. And it wasn’t like he joined the gang out of necessity, like Magnes did. The techie couldn’t help but feel as though he was hold him back.
  
  The sound of footsteps brought the blonde boy out of his thoughts. The newest member of Grimm came bolting down the hallway and immediately began washing his hands in the sink. Glancing over at the doctor beside him, the techie almost had to bite back a laugh. Once Ash deemed his hands clean, he finally greeted them, formal as always. “Morning, Ash. I could use a hand, actually. I need you to mix the wet ingredients together. We need eggs, milk, butter and vanilla.” The blonde absently continued to mix the flour mixture, listening to Dutch attempt to make conversation with the Rookie. “You’re going to the party? Oh, good. I thought I would be there alone. Now I can drink as much as I want,” he smirked.
  
  At that moment, Colt sauntered into the kitchen. He offered the second-in-command a small lopsided smile, “What about you, Colt? Are you going to the party tonight? I could use a good wingman.” In the years that Magnes has known Colt, he’s never been known to miss a good party. Too many new people to sleep with, he guessed. Magnes laughed softly at Colt’s attempt to flirt with Dutch. Some how, Colt had managed to bring sex into the most unlikely of topics, breakfast. Turning to Ash, the young man pushed the bowl of flour toward him. “Alright, I’m relinquishing the batter making duties to you. I trust you can hand it,” Magnes says as he returns to lean against the counter and “supervise”.
  
  Once Keir entered the kitchen, a heavy tension settled between them. Magnes, resting his face in his hand, turned slightly away from him. The techie suddenly seemed to find his coffee cup to be the most interesting thing in the world, as he stared at it intensely. Only when Keir began speaking to him did Magnes look up. “Good morning to you, too… Jesus, Keir, you look like s**t,” the nerd commented, his fiery, brown eyes taking in the weapon specialist’s ragged appearance. “I guess I could use some help with the gadgets. If you come to the lab sometime tomorrow morning, that would be great.” Bringing his coffee cup to his lips, the techie mumbled, “So…how have you been? I’ve hardly seen you the last few days. Have you been taking care of yourself?”
  
  Magnes knew that he shouldn't care about Keir's well being. But after being together for so long, it was hard to break a habit like that. It would certainly take much more than just saying that it's over to keep the blonde's eyes from wandering to the older male every once in a while. Although their relationship had been rocky, wrought with both good and bad memories, the good memories definitely out weighed the bad. Magnes' relationship with Keir had been a garden of firsts. First relationship, first kiss, first date just to name a few. Keir had been his first everything. It was hard to put something so special, so precious like that behind him. Even if it may only be for a little while.
  
  
  
  
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[Cicero les fou]

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Cyrus was out on the town drinking, and raising hell as he always did. The only thing different about was tonight he had his own separate agenda. A young upstart gang thought they could move in on his turf. Naturally he had to go greet them and welcome them to his neighborhood, and who better to do it than him. Upon arriving at the enemy compound he did what any rational gang leader would do, he busted through the door. “Welcome to my neighborhood. Now get out or die, you have 3 seconds.”

“3.”

“Who the ******** are you!”

“2.”

“What are you going to do?”

“1.”

“Bring it you b*****d.”

Bodies and blood covered the floors and in the wake of this devastation was Cyrus, who lit up a cigarette to enjoy his conquest. As he took a puff he noticed one of the men were still moving, it was the same one who spoke to him earlier. Walking over he pulled out a knife and stabbed it into the man’s hand. “Still want to know my name?” Cyrus said extinguishing his cigarette on the man’s arm. “Well I'd be happy to tell you.” Taking out another knife he shredded the man’s top and smiled. “I’ll make sure you never forget the night you meet me. Now stay still.” In his back he carved out the letters of his name. Leaving his name carved in the man’s back was a calling card of sorts he knew the police wouldn’t do anything but it would also serve as a warning to anyone else who wanted to step foot on his territory.

That was only the beginning of his night because after leaving he had the good fortune to run into Colt, and well what else could have made his night better. He already conquered an upstart gang, now he was moving to a different conquest. Needless to say it was a good night for him.

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It was early in the morning and the sun had just crept in the room shining its rays onto Cyrus’ eyes just enough to stir him awake. As his eyes adjusted to his surroundings he noticed that he was alone. Colt had once again snuck out before Cyrus woke up; he knew he loved to have a little fun before starting the day. Regardless he had his fun and he could always have some later. Though what he was really looking forward to was Idris’ reaction to finding out about their meetings, not that he was going to tell him. Though somehow he always found out.

That thought alone was enough to make a brazen smirk come to his face as he made his way to the bathroom. Entering he turned on the shower and watched as the water cascaded down his pale skin. How he loved the rush the water gave him in the early mornings. He ran his fingers through his mismatched hair as his gaze turned towards the ceiling. As he looked up he began to think of the night. Tonight was the night he would be the same place as Idris it had been awhile since he had been face to face with him. It filled him with energy to think they would be in the same room as him.

Finishing his shower he changed into his clothed and headed straight for his base, which happened to be right down the street. Walking through the halls he didn’t really see anyone until he reached the kitchen. Inside he saw most of his members just lounging about enjoying the coffee and chatting amongst one another. Without a word he walked over picked up the pot of coffee and slammed it on the ground. “Sorry. Did I interrupt your sorority meeting? Good, because I have something to say. Cancel any plans you had tonight because we're going to the club tonight; the owner invited me, which means all of you are going. That’s all.” The man said as he turned to walk out the kitchen. “Oh and Oliver, ask your ghost friends where to find Zeke. I need to speak with him.” The man said, as he exited the kitchen and headed to his office, which was more of a loft, but that’s where he went while he was at his base. It is here that he composed his thoughts and reflect on how to make his gang better.

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[furuba_fan627]

Wesley's eyes were wide open as he laid in bed. The minutes seemed to tick by slowly, dragging on and on as Wesley stared up at the dimly lit ceiling. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep, sunlight was already shining brightly through the windows. At the same time, Wesley felt no desire to get up yet. He still felt rather sluggish and tired due to constantly waking up at night, each time shortly after he fell asleep. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be falling asleep at least once during the day. Wesley sighed, throwing his hands up above his forehead. Hopefully he wouldn't be falling asleep during anything important. At the very least he needed to make sure he stayed awake during the party tonight. There was no way he was missing out on that. Drunk people running their mouths; it was a great and easy way to obtain information from those who might be a bit looser with their tongues. With Wesley's power he could easily pick the truths out of the lies, though sometimes that was easily accomplished even without need for any powers considering the crazy tales some people spewed out once they were drunk.

Hearing the bed make a small squeaking noise, Wesley sat himself up as his cat, who had jumped onto the bed, made its way up to his lap. Wesley placed a hand on the cat, gently stroking its fur. "Morning TJ." Wesley said to the cat, smiling down at it. TJ's fur was exceptionally soft to Wesley, though there may have been bias on the owner's part. Petting the cat was always soothing to Wes. He wasn't sure why, but running his fingers through its fur always helped Wesley relax. After petting TJ for a few more seconds, Wesley moved both the cat and his sheets off his lap and pushed himself off the bed. As he made his way over to the pantry, Wesley shut off the overhead lights, there was no need for them now that the sun had risen after all. Wesley then pulled out a small tin of cat food and pulled off the top, dumping the contents into a small bowl on the floor left out for TJ to eat. Throwing the empty tin into a trashcan, Wesley set off to get ready for the day.

In the bathroom, Wesley splashed his face with cold water in an effort to wake himself a bit more. His eyes had dark circles under them as a result of his lack of sleep. The water didn't really seem to do much for him, other than the initial shock, the drowsiness seemed to settle right back in. No matter, coffee was already brewing in the kitchen. Wesley always drank his coffee black, the stronger the better after all. After wiping the excess water off his face with a small hand towel, Wesley headed back into the kitchen and poured the coffee into a thermos to bring to the Grimm's headquarters. Checking to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, Wesley grabbed his thermos and bag before heading out to go to headquarters.

Upon arriving at headquarters Wesley noticed that everyone seemed to be gathered in the kitchen, minus their one and only "leader" however. Tossing his bag onto on of the chairs in the lounge, Wesley made his way over to the kitchen to join the crowd. "Mornin guys." Wes nodded at the group as greeting before turning his focus onto the food. It seemed that Dutch was cooking breakfast today, which was rather exciting as Dutch was a good cook. Wesley had a sort of respect for people who could cook. He himself was never very good at cooking. For the most part at home, he'd rely on eating something simple like instant ramen or perhaps just take out of some sort. Wesley could feel himself salivating already from just smelling the food, though having an empty stomach certainly helped. Everyone seemed to have everything under control, all Wesley had to do was sit and wait for food. He sipped his now lukewarm coffee, attempting to calm his rumbling stomach.


With || No one ➤ Magnes, Dutch, Ashley, Colt, & Keir
Location || Home ➤ Grimm Base(Kitchen)

[mewktea]

Ashley nodded at Magnes' request and retrieved an extra bowl and whisk from the cabinet, setting them down on the table for now. He then gathered the ingredients that the techie had listed out loud, from the fridge, and sat them beside the bowl. He knew the recipe for making good old regular waffles by heart, but the only thing he wondered was how many waffles Magnes had planned to make. But, anyhow, the recipe he had in mind would make more than enough for the gang so he decided to just go with his gut. He wasn't one to ask questions, unless those questions were for Dutch--that was a different situation. He had a strange affinity for the man, 99.99% because he once saved Ashley from danger, so he didn't particularly shy away from questions when it came to him... Although most of the questions he'd ask Dutch was about his past.

Picking up an egg, he gently knocked it against the bowl and poured the contents in once he broke it into two. He repeated it with another egg, then added the rest of the ingredients, estimating the amounts needed. "I've been... quite fine, thank you for asking," he responded to the doctor, slightly smiling. Honestly, waking up to a friendly cat might be a good thing to certain cat lovers, but for the mysophobic Ashley it wasn't fun. On top of that, he was personally called because he screwed up on a report. Eventful just might be the word that sums it all together, but no way was he going to admit that. As he picked up the whisk and began to mix the wet ingredients, the second-in-command entered the scene. Ashley noticed the nod and nodded back, giving a soft smile. Though it was genuine, it was a bit forced. It was getting a bit too crowded in this room for his tastes.

"..." He was going to give his input on the party, but now just didn't seem like the time anymore. Colt arrived, introduced a new topic, and it'd be just plain weird to suddenly talk about the party again. He missed his chance to talk--not that big of a deal, since he was used to it. Socializing wasn't a talent of his anyway. It was hard for him to him to think of responses or start conversations. If anything, he'd blame it on not being able to be around people his age during his school years after being adopted by his distant relatives. No use dwelling on the past now, it's not going to change anything.

"Right." Ashley smiled at Magnes as he received the bowl of flour from the blond. "I'll get right to it," he responded, before pouring the wet ingredients into the bowl he just received and began mixing them together with all his might. Once it seemed to be pretty well combined, he sat the bowl aside for now. "Would you please start heating up the waffle iron, Mr. Gautier?" He asked, assuming it wasn't already heated. It was just sitting there, not plugged in. While he waited for him to either accept or decline his request, which then he would go and do himself if so, he retrieved the maple syrup from the cupboard and sat it just right next to the finished waffle batter.

"Good morning Mr. Vaughan," he greeted the latest person that entered the room, despite being ignored in the beginning. Ashley hadn't been here for long, but he knew at least a little bit about the relationship between Keir and Magnes. Even if he didn't know, the atmosphere between the two seemed heavy and awkward, if not tense. He wanted to help, but he wasn't in any position to do so. Being the rookie, he didn't know them enough to butt into their business. It wouldn't be polite.

Then, Wesley had entered the kitchen--it is really starting to get way too crowded in here. Ashley was beginning to sweat and feel anxious, with the sudden urge to wash his hands. Now, it just lacked their leader before everyone was gathered. Being uncomfortable with just 5 other people, he certainly wasn't going to stand staying in this room any longer than he needs to finish his waffle when Idris enters. "Good morning Mr. Schmitt," he said, still having a little trouble pronouncing the last name. From what he knew, it was a German surname. Apparently he doesn't do so well with German names.

ooc :: holy s**t i almost lost my typed paragraphs by accidentally closing the tab
also s**t post soz //o

[The Titza]

More footsteps reached his ears, but Dutch ignored it in favor of washing up the dirty frying pans. However, a presence by his side followed by an unfortunately very familiar voice caused him to instantly stiffen on the spot. The male felt his eye twitch as Colt skipped straight to business with a suggestive remark, causing Dutch to elbow him non-so-gently in the stomach. "If ye want desserts that badly, go to some bloody brothel, ye horny b*****d," he growled, moving his soapy hand in a quick shooing motion. "Gimme some damn space, boy. These pans ain't gonna wash themselves, an' ye better eat quick 'else all the food'll run out," he huffed and return to the task at hand. Honestly, what's with this kid? At the beginning, Colt really didn't pay him any mind and treated him just like he would any other Grimm member, minus the leader. Nowadays, it was getting harder to work with an overly-eager blond constantly after his a** (literally). What did he even see in Dutch? For all he knew, most of the patrons at the pub regarded him as 'senile and grumpy,' and he highly doubted those two traits are on Colt's list of preferred partners...

'Kids these days,' the man thought wearily to himself, though Colt was only about...three years younger? Bah. Magnes spoke about the topic Dutch brought up earlier and he would hang the wet - but clean - pans on the cooking rack, turning around to face the Techie as he dried off his hands with a towel. "Aye, that I am," he confirmed, nodding his head. He grinned slightly when the boy joked about drinking...at least, he thought he was joking. "Are ye even twenty-one yet?" he inquired teasingly, raising an amused eyebrow. "Ye know the rules, lad: can't serve drinks ta minors. It's coca-cola an' lemonade fer you," crossing his arms over his chest, he was silent for a moment as he glanced to the side. After another brief pause, his emerald eyes flickered over to Magnes before a smaller, softer smile stole his lips. "...but, I guess there'd be no harm in sneakin' ye a drink or two. Jus' as long as ye don't get me kicked out, it'll be our secret," a wink was sent the male's way, but the pleasant ambiance was broken as another Grimm member made his way into the kitchen.

In came Keir, the infamous Weapon Specialist and former lover of the little Techie, and without even greeting the other members properly, went straight to the fridge and then to Magnes. Immediately, a scowl overtook Dutch's features and he would openly glower at the dark-haired man's back. Now, he may not be the most elegant of fellows, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was being polite...when he wanted to (then you've got alternate-Dutch bellowing and tackling fools on the pub's floorboards. It's actually pretty fun; 8/10 would recommend). "Good mornin' to ya too, Mister Vaughan," he uttered sharply, his hard smile just barely concealing his discontent. "An' yes, you do look like s**t. Sit yer aft down an' eat - ye could make googly eyes at Magnes later," he tossed the towel back onto the counter as he spoke and reached over to the plates of eggs. He had fried about twelve of them, which should be enough for the entire gang. However, at the pace the waffles were being made, Dutch would have to suffice with just eggs for the time being. He grabbed a plate for himself and a fork from a nearby cabinet, quickly shoveling the food into his mouth before placing the fork down to dig through his pocket. Taking out his cellphone, he dialed in the numbers and raised it to his ears.

The phone rang twice before it was picked up; however, Dutch didn't receive an answer for a full twenty seconds, thanks to the clumsy sounds of fumbling and cursing in the background. Finally, a gruff, Australian voice spoke through the line. "Yeah!" Croc responded with an exuberance that was only possible for him. It had taken...quite a while to teach Croc how to use a phone. A touch phone was way out of the option, so Dutch had just settled for getting him a simple flip-phone. Of course, Croc had only one number listed (which was Dutch), and he had dropped it so many times, the redhead lost count. "Did ye take care of the cat?" he propped the phone against a shoulder and ate between words. "Uhh...yeah!"

"Good, I need ya ta drop by the store an' buy some things. Just the usual - eggs, bread, some vegetables, an' flour. I need flour, too." "Yeah! You got it, Boss! I'll do it right quick, I will!" Dutch nodded vaguely and began walking towards the sink. "Money's where I always leave it. Don't take too long, alright?" he hung up without waiting for a reply and shoved the phone back into his pocket. Having finished his eggs, he briskly washed and rinsed the plate and flicked the moisture from off of his hands. Suddenly, he noticed a potted plant sitting by one of the windows and, upon coming closer for inspection, saw that the flowers had grown severely brown and wilted. "Oh, for the love of.." he tapped one of the flower's head and sighed as it steadily sprung back to life, revealing itself to be a white bellflower. He did the same to the others and grunted when all of them were healthy-looking once again, then began making his way towards the kitchen's entrance. That was when he noticed that there was, yet again, another newcomer in their little cooking group. Wesley Schmitt, a rather soft-spoken young man, had just strolled in with a cup of coffee, looking as impassive as usual as he greeted them. "Mornin', Wes. We got some eggs done an' waffles in the makin'. Feel free ta take a seat," he nodded at the male before casting a swift glance in Ash's direction. There was a person that Keir could learn a thing or two about common courtesy. Seriously. "I'm off, lads," he announced casually, stretching his arms over his head. "Gotta open the pub early ta make up fer not bein' there t'night. I hope I'll be seein' some of ya at the party. I'll be sneakin' freebies when I can."

Before he stepped foot from the room, he halted and shot Colt a quirked eyebrow. "Kennedy. If yer gonna follow me back to th' pub, do so quietly," he mumbled, already having grown accustomed to the blond's antics.


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[Little Hitsugaya]

xCompany x Dutch, Ash, Magnes, Keir, Wes -> Dutchx Outfit x Herex Location x Grimm Base- > Pub

Colt watched as people just lined up in the kitchen. This certainly was the hub of popularity today, most of the base had members of the gang positioned throughout. Of course there was the main group that consisted of almost everyone that was in the kitchen at the current moment. Minus a few more individuals. He wasn't a particularly social individual unless he wanted to get in your pants, otherwise he kept things to himself from time to time. Just another one of his many habits from living on the streets. But he definitely felt a bond with Dutch and Mags, the doctor since he saw him almost all the damn time and Mags because whether the other knew it or not, they kind of came from the same background. Street rats was something that came to mind.

Electric blue eyes wandered towards the kitchens entrance as Keir strolled through. Damn..he looks worse than I do when I wake up in the morning..Taking a sip of his coffee to resist the urge to speak such words aloud. It was no secret that their weapons specialist and their lil techie had had an on again off again sort of relationship. Of course coming from the resident cynic, Colt didn't think it would last. Not to say anything against his fellow members, but he didn't think any relationships lasted anyhow. They weren't seen as anything special in his eyes. Seeing the damage done once the two members broke it off for the time being, gave him all the reasoning he needed to stick to his strict regiment of bedding only. If he had to give a second reason, well look at him, obviously he'd be cruel to deny everyone a little piece of this fine specimen.

His gaze returned to the current situation, a smile lit up his face when Magnes addressed him and asked if he was planning on attending the party later on that night. Giving him a wink and a thumbs up he nodded. "You kidding me, I never miss a good party, I'll definitely be there should you require my assistance. "Before he could say much else he was reminded of Dutch's presence when the other shot his elbow into his stomach.Grunting and nearly spilling his coffee he couldn't help but chuckle all the same. "Aww, but a brothel doesn't have you my fine friend."He teased as he attempted to regain his composure, one hand rested on the sore spot on his stomach where he had been so rudely elbowed. Glancing down at his stomach he grumbled. "This might bruise, I miay need you to look it over."A smirk etched itself onto his features as he complied with Dutch and took a few steps back to allow the other man some breathing room. Colt was just use to being right up in someone's personal space and not even taking notice till it was brought to his attention. More often than not however, he did it on purpose to pester the grumpy doctor.

He took this free moment to scan the other people that had entered the kitchen, keeping tabs on what they were all doing and saying. Raising his cup to his lips he sighed before downing the rest of his drink. He figured he'd pass on breakfast, he wasn't much for food in the morning anyways. He could always get something later, he was almost certain the party tonight would have quite the fancy feast. Leaning back against the counter he couldn't help but to wonder where their benevolent leader was at. The man got under his skin easier than most people did and Colt acted like more of a teen-aged rebel when it came to him than with anyone else, honestly, it irked even him the way he behaved sometimes. But only sometimes. His mind was drawn back to reality when he noticed the red headed male starting to leave. A frown was formed on Colt's face, now who was he going to have fun with? Before he could complain Dutch was eyeing him and telling him to follow quietly. Grinning and practically jittering like a child he raced after the other male, waving to his fellow members. "See you all tonight!"

He wound up trailing behind the doctor, attempting not to bug him too much. Mainly he just made comments about following behind Dutch so he could have something nice to look at on the way there. That got him some grumbling in return, as was per usual when it came to their little bantering. Once at the pub Colt took a seat at one of the bar stools, with every intention to tease, flirt and pester Dutch till he couldn't take it anymore.

(( OOC: Hope that was alright. ^^ ))