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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 9:07 am
Finn left the Scarlet Foyer with the others, supposing that whatever ******** up intermission they'd stumbled into was over and it was now act two. The Hall had undergone a dramatic set change when he stepped back into it, going from regal to... downright spooky, honestly, but he supposed that was the way the evening was progressing. He helped himself to a glass of wine, and then another, because he didn't know where Aleksy was or if he was still alive and Tate was here and apparently stuck, forever, or something, because he hadn't gotten the Burning Man to talk to him and everyone in the foyer had been very up-in-arms about doubles? Anyway, he scowled down the second glass of bubbly and thought about a third but he was already feeling well-liquored so he just kind of... Wandered. Found her. "You send n***s?" he asked.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 12:03 pm
"What? Didn't you like them?" Lace smiles insincerely. "Babe, you're drunk. Wander off now to my brother, alright?" She pauses, fanning herself thoughtfully. "Oh, wait. He's a vampire now, isn't he? A hunk of dead flesh? So kind a sister I am!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 12:38 pm
Finn paused to consider the implications of her words - but only for a second. Had she had something to do with that? Did it matter? Tate - the real Tate, not this bargain-brand knockoff - was in the other room, miserable and, he realized now, possibly marked for death. "M'not drunk," he said, which didn't help his case. He'd had two glasses. He could hold his alcohol better than that. "He's not your brother," he added, expression darkening. "You're a ********' fraud."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 1:48 pm
Lace smiles. "He's my brother in every way that counts," says Lace. "If you blood typed us, we'd come back a match. Our own father would claim me before him." She closes her fan with a snap and smiles at Finn. "You didn't think so when you were sexting me and ******** him. You seemed to think I was pretty damn real."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 2:21 pm
Unfortunately for her, Finn had already spoken to the real Tatiana Spektora tonight, and in mulling over their conversation, had started to absolve himself over some of the guilt he'd been holding onto the last few months. The real Tate would have never."Deceipt," he spat. "Entrapment. She cares about him. You don't." Maybe... Maybe he still would have initiated, but the real Tate - the real Tate would have shut him down, not done it and flashed the receipts in her brother's face. He prefers me. I was always the lovelier twin.
And
He
Will
Be
Mine.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 2:29 pm
"But caring isn't what matters," says Lace. "What matters is she's trapped here, and I'm not. When the moon sets, I'll go back to Russia with her face and her name and she'll be stuck here with Lady Melany and Ezra. Forever. And. Ever."
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Silverah rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 3:29 pm
Finn Derouen | 25/25 | Attacking LaceWhat was true for one double, Finn had surmised, was likely true for all of them. Regardless of Tate's non-answer, regardless of how long she'd been in the Sorrowful One's court, Finn was either savvy enough or naive enough to think she'd be bound by the same rules as any other. And if there was one thing he felt he owed her, it was her freedom. "Shut UP," he exclaimed, led with his shoulder, and charged.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 9:33 pm
Lace: 20/25, casting Lace goes stock-still and lets it happen. Finn collides with her and she goes down onto the plush carpet. Her head bangs into the floor with a resounding thud and she arches beneath him, laughing. "Finn, Finn, Finn!" She moans his name, arching beneath him. "Is this how you lay my brother down? Do you bruise him this way? I bet he likes it like that, likes it rough and painful. I bet he likes it when you make him cry."
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Silverah rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 9:42 pm
Finn Derouen | 25/25 | PUNCHING YOUR SMUG MUG Finn's face contorted in disgust. How - how dare she? How dare she take his name in her filthy mouth, twist it like that, and even-- WHAT BUSINESS OF HERS WAS IT, ANYWAY? "He's not your ******** brother," he snarled, shaking her, slamming her shoulders against the carpet. "He's hers and you're a creature. You're nothing. Shut up--" He pulled his fist back, swung. "Shut up--"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 9:48 pm
Lace: 20/25!! BOOM CHEST BURNY HURTS TIME Lace catches his fist in her hand with a meaty sound like a cleaver chopping through bone. "But I am her! The only her that matters. What do you think she'll go back to, Finnsha? She's seventeen! She hasn't even finished high school. And the woman with her name and her face is in Russia! No one will take her home again, she's better off here!" For emphasis, she slams her spell into his chest, blasting him back and away. Then she's on her feet, strong and able again, green eyes crackling with delight. "You want to save her but she's already gone. Who do you want to save her for, Finnsha? Isn't it just for you?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 9:53 pm
Finn Derouen | 15/25 | meaningful speech timeFinn tumbled backwards, feet over head, sprawling face-down across the carpet several feet away. It hurt. It burned. He pushed himself up onto his arms, knees drawing up towards his chest. "You stole her life," he snarled, clutching the burn. "She's my best friend. I wanna..." Finnsha, she called him, and his ears burned with indignation. "I wanna save her for HER. So she can LIVE. So she doesn't have to be a ******** slave to your ******** COURT. Like OH good for YOU, you stole a ******** teenager out of an airport bathroom!" He pushed himself, very shakily, to his feet. "Any sex offender with half a brain can do that!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 10:11 pm
jeremiah mercer || 22/27 || feeling murderous and charging magic His anger had gotten the best of him when he had first seen her, not able to do much beyond seethe. Not after truly knowing, not after realizing just how far Krasnya had been pulled down. Jeremiah finds the pair just as she is slamming Finn backwards with magic, her attack hitting him hard. He is about to step forward when he hears Finn speak, hears what he says about her being taken. From the bloody airport.His skin prickles, burns, and flexes his fingers in and out as he stalks forward. A hand goes to Finn to help him up. "You alright?" he asks, the question mostly rhetorical as he brings Finn to his feet. He then turns his gaze towards her, eyes glowing brighter. "I've been looking for you," he says far too politely to her, cold fire sparking already at the fingertips of the hand not helping Finn. "... and he's right. She doesn't deserve any of what has happened to her and you've lived a life that isn't even yours to have. It's time for you to give it back."
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shibrogane rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 10:15 pm
Lace: 20/25, kicking Finn in the tum, +3 to roll cuz she is A Fetch "And what will you give her back," demands Lace. "What does she have? Her father won't have her. And you think her brother wants that reminder of where he was? You think he needs that?" She laughs, and laughs, high and cold and cruel, and slams her heel towards Finn's stomach. "C'mon, babe! Like you didn't jack off to this body. Like you aren't complicit!"
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Silverah rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 10:16 pm
Finn Derouen | 10/25 | Going downnnnHer kick connected - hard, targeted. Finn went down, stumbling backwards before crumpling to his knees. He'd bit off more than he could chew, but - at least Jeremiah was here now. At least Detective Mercer was a cop. Finn was a park ranger, Finn was stupid and weak and hadn't spent his stat points wisely but... at least he had backup. "Oh," he groaned. "Like you know the first ******** thing about what Lyosha wants." Actually, that was probably wrong. They'd both been texting Lace all this time, turning her into a veritable horcrux, pouring all their angst and anxiety into her-- He'd created this damn monster. "You don't deserve him," he said, looking up at her, clutching his stomach, panting. "And you don't deserve Tate's life. And I'm gonna... I'm gonna free her, if it's the last thing I ******** do."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 10:40 pm
jeremiah mercer || 22/27 || > : ( is gonna burn her down "Enough!" Jeremiah snarls out, not at all liking what she is saying. The detective lieutenant disappears as Finn speaks, as she is slamming her heel into his stomach. He has not done this before, put a person directly in his path when he moves like this, but he wants her to burn. Passing through her feels weird, oily on his skin, but the cold fire is there when he reappears and he is grabbing at her. An arm goes around her middle and yanks her away, bringing her into contact with him and the fire that he has surrounded himself with. "You. Deserve. Nothing," he hisses out, "and we're going to make sure you get what you deserve for ruining her life." shibroswol jer totes using his ability in his steps > : ( he don't like u lace
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