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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:00 pm
[ thorne (unmasked + cape) ] : bye bitches
Thorne raised a brow at Vale, his expression schooled and considerate. There was a cold hunger in his expression, a cruelty that had grown and grown ever since the start of the night. It ended here though. Melany would feed him or he would starve. Or she would let him off his chain long enough to do what he wanted.
All he had to do now was wait.
"I'm glad to hear it," Thorne drawled in response, "I would be disappointed otherwise. But words are just words, darling. If she comes, will you still let yourself loose?" He caught one thumb against Vale's lowers lip and it was not a gentle gesture. But he dropped it just as fast. His hands hooked behind his back. He stared down at Vale, assessing. Curious and hungry. There was a question in his expression.
A demand.
Follow me.
"Is that a compliment?" He returned, amused. "I am strong because of what I am made to be. Just as you are cunning. But is that enough for you?" He tilted his head at Vale. His eyes cut to Autumn, cruelly. "Can you swallow fear as well?" His fangs flashed. A smile or a snarl. It was up to Vale to decide. "I will still have that dance."
His expression shifted, cold and pleased and hungry, when Vale acknowledged that he would stay. He let Vale's hand tangle with his elbow, leaned his body against the slighter creature in a burning, powerful, claiming touch.
But then there was a girl, and the hunger in his eyes shifted into something else.
"Manners," Thorne drawled in response to Autumn's question. He turned on his heel. "And a sense of dignity, which you obviously lack. Goodbye."
Everything about Thorne had shifted into a dark storm cloud, the threat of overt violence. Vale could choose to unwind and stay back with the human worm if he cared to grovel more. But Thorne had tasted enough of violence in words alone.
No more. No more.
He cut through the crowd and away, and didn't bother to look back.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:06 pm
Susan Greer - 25/25 - entering hall from washroom
The hall had changed for a third time. Susan blinked in surprise as she exited the washroom and was bombarded by a completely different environment than she'd been expecting. One that, somehow, seemed more final than the rest. Guess things will be coming to an end soon, she thought to herself as she touched the edge of her mask nervously.
Al Gladstone - 25/25 - entering hall from peacock garden
Al frowned at the freshly decorated hall upon his re-entry. He glared at the crowd as he moved through it; gaze lingering an especially long time on the so-called council. He found a seat somewhere out of the way and sat down in it stiffly. He crossed his thick arms across his chest and he waited.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:07 pm
Alexis Tucker 25/25 | did you just -
No. Nobody was going to say that to Autumn in their presence. Alexis recognized Thorne (not-Thorne, really, they'd shared an experience with the real one that involved spiders and blood everywhere and then had promptly never proceeded to speak again) only vaguely, but -
He wasn't a real person, was he? Technically? Understandable, maybe, but in Alexis' opinion it was no reason to be such an awful ******** person. It wasn't charming -
Alexis didn't think that much about it, actually. They stormed up to not-Thorne, eyes stormy, and craned their head up to look him right in the eye - "You're going to apologize to her, a*****e." Wild-haired, barefooted; in this lovely scene, they resembled nothing inasmuch as they resembled some sort of feral design. "Right ******** now."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:13 pm
[ thorne (unmasked + cape) ] : bye bitches x2
Thorne stared down at Alexis. He wasn't feral, not necessarily. There was a chilly stare sent the humans way. Disgust wore into the corner of his eyes as plainly as daylight. He was easily at the end of his rope.
"What, like she'll apologize for terrorizing my friends?" He drawled in return. "You see, the thing about you humans is you can smell when you bleed and break and bend the knee." He sidestepped Alexis with ease and brushed past the creature.
"When you've learned how to address others, perhaps you can call on me again," he said, glancing back at Alexis. "Until then, enjoy your night. Perhaps stop bothering me when you have bigger problems on your plate. Or do you care more about petty apologies than who lives and who dies?"
His voice turned chilly and cruel, promising violence for a single foot out of line.
"As I have said before, goodbye."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:13 pm
"Alexis, it's fine," Autumn soothed, quickly glancing over to her companion. But still she smiled, just loud enough to be heard in conversation.
"If he thinks throwing a fit and storming out in the middle of a conversation over us knowing he's a corpse pretending to be a man, well. Clearly he's mixed up the definitions of dignity and hypocrisy. Not our fault Spinel only wanted him for his pretty face and lack of a brain."
Clearly, she was giving no ********. But Alexis's attempts at defending her were sweet. They'd be sweeter if she actually gave a s**t about impressing these people, but she didn't. At all. Vale was the only semi-tolerable one, him and Mynn, if they didn't turn tail as soon as Spinel and Ezra snapped for them.
It was funny. She was the one lacking dignity, and yet all of them were so desperate for the approval of two people. It was like being in high school, watching two little girls scrabble to get the vote for prom queen. This mock-Thorne clearly had the drama queen theatrics for it, anyway.
"Oops. Sorry," she said to Bristling Vale, clearly unapologetic. "I just wanted to meet your friends."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:13 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Entering and PISSED
Chris didn't entirely enjoy being in here, but it was the sensible decision to move. Things had been decided, words said, and now it was time to work. He was aware of the people in the hall, far more than he had been earlier and he felt on edge. On edge and off kilter, unable to believe what he was going to do.
But it had to be done.
Beyond the council, he could see the doubles and their originals in the hall. His eyes traced across Shiloh and Alois, Thorne and then - wait. He looked, realizing both versions had their mask off. Mirror images, except for the bruises and cape on the the original and the well... more bruising on the other.
All he could feel was anger. He had made a deal.
It didn't take him long to cross the hall, to reach the other Thorne weaving through the crowd. To grab him by the shitty cape and hiss, "We had a deal, you a*****e. Where is the mask?!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:17 pm
bristling vale || 5/25 || >_>;!! Vale considered his perspective in a variety of necessity. Choice was a misnomer in the lands of the fetch. Imitating Alois, for example, was a necessity, as was ruining Alois’ life. However, as one necessity rose in his internal priority system, the other became more an option - a whim. And when Vale found himself at Thorne’s side, ensconced in threats and promises, there became clear to him one necessity that he depended on - he must stay by the stronger fetch. If he wanted to continue living free of the humans, if he wanted to resume Alois’ life after this night, he needed to stay with Thorne. There was no promise of freedom or integrity with Autumn - not with what she knew.
So she was better off out of the way, guest or not. She was better off staying the hell away from him, guest or not. And if he wanted to get through this, he need only follow Thorne’s lead. Follow Thorne’s lead, and he would find Father once more.
And Father would tolerate no harm coming to his children.
„You worry too much,“ he offered to Thorne in kind. „I said I would stay with you.“
Autumn approached, and he made good on his word. With a hand still clutched to Thorne’s elbow, deathly tight, he followed the taller fetch’s every move. „Though,“ he added in Thorne’s wake, „I see no reason why we have to walk away from them. We have the power to stand against them. Let them make the first move, and our Patrons will see. Father - Spinel Lady - they will look upon us and know we were threatened first. They won’t stand for it. Not in their Court.“
Alexis approached at once, and Vale understood immediately that they would give chase. Any manner of retreat was futile so long as they retained line of sight. Another appeared, a blonde who chastised him for a mask. So what was Thorne’s plan, then? Vale promised to stay with him, so he would wait to see what unfolded.
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Daekie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:36 pm
Alexis Tucker 25/25 | attacking Bristling Vale
"I don't give a ******** s**t about your friends," Alexis hissed, tensing and - refusing the urge to go up on tiptoes, to try for better eye contact, to hurt him and make him bleed - but they let him walk away. What else could they do? Thorne was bigger than they were, likely physically stronger, and they were weaponless. They had nothing.
This was his domain.
They retreated back to Autumn's side, seething, set into a rigor of sharp lines - and there was the idea, glittering-bright in not-Alois' face. Not-Thorne was an enemy to be feared, perhaps. But Vale? Vale was scrawny. They could take him. In another state of mind, one less altered by alcohol, maybe they wouldn't have - but -
Well. Things weren't right, anyways.
"Your friends - oops," Alexis commented (in Autumn's voice, of course, because they could and they would) at Vale; then grabbed one of his arms, jerked him off balance, and kicked him right in the kneecaps quickly enough that it was all one blur of movement.
(It felt pretty good. They hadn't gotten the time to hurt anyone like this in so long. They'd missed it.)
elkbvnes it's okay alexis needs it
mvvnstone dazzle THREE METAS, AUTUMN. THREE METAS WHERE THERE WAS NO STABBING
Hetzvrei this is the first time ive rolled combat all meta what do
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Strickenized rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:39 pm
bristling vale || 5/25 || ò_ó!! When Thorne drew to a halt at the blonde’s behest, Vale was left the closest target to Alexis, who now closed in on them. Initially he felt the panic well up in his throat, but he looked to himself and identified the second skin he safely wore in the context of the silver halls. He braced himself, waited for Alexis to attack him, and blocked the punch with what combat knowledge he could recall.
„Thorne! I assume you have a plan for this?“ While not overtly panicked, the spoke in half-demand. „We can’t deal with a fight in the middle of the silver halls!“Daekie so basically you roll 1d20 to hit something, and if they roll higher than you, then they successfully block the hit~ that's all i really know of it, but vale is a non-aggressor, so you don't have much to worry about there.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:49 pm
Ezra: 25/25, YA DONE TRIGGERED AGGRO Ezra stops watching his tithes, his attention drawn by Alexis's attack on Vale. It takes him a heartbeat to assign July to hold his place, and then he vanishes in a blast of fire to reappear between Alexis and his son. "You've forgotten your manners, dear girl," he says, the flames licking off him so cold it burns. (Vale, of course, would feel nothing at all.) "Perhaps you require a reminder. Perhaps you were simply never properly taught." To Vale and Thorne, Ezra says, "Go."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:54 pm
Autumn Smith 20/25, going to ******** die "Alexis," Autumn said as calmly as she could, blood running cold (the burning, she could still remember it), "you. You need to apologize. You need to apologize right ******** now. And get the ******** out of here."
There was no pretending she was okay, here. There was no pretending Autumn had her s**t together. She was terrified, plain and simple. Fear showed on her face.
"D-don't hurt them. We're sorry. We're REALLY sorry, and I'M sorry," Autumn pleaded, offering a goddamn bow to show it. She could heal- she would be fine, despite the fear.
Alexis didn't have the same luxury.
"Get me instead. Alexis- Alexis didn't know. I'll take the blame. I-" She swallowed, the fear choking her.
"I was out of place. You don't... you don't need to take it out on Alexis, they just listened to my bitching. I'm the one you have beef with."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 7:01 pm
Alexis Tucker 20/25, [video game YOU AGGROED THE BOSS music]
"I'm - " Alexis couldn't speak. They couldn't breathe -
Autumn would die, maybe, and they'd ******** up and they'd ******** up and it was their fault -
- Alexis shoved Autumn back, taking a deep breath, trying to straighten their shoulders - they were just as terrified as she was; they couldn't look Ezra in the eye, or even directly at him. But, still, not a single step back. Their bare feet barely shifted against the cold floor.
"I'mnotsorry," Alexis mumbled, and it all came out in one mess of a noise. "Don't ********' listen to her. I was angry - n' I'm not gonna apologize. I'm not. Nothing bad is gonna happen to her, but you can do -
"You can do whatever you want to me." Their voice shook terribly, but it was perfectly enunciated, perfectly clear. "But you've got to leave Autumn alone."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 7:04 pm
Rabbit Vaughn: 25/25, ho shi— Rabbit listened in silence, still staring at nothing until it became something. A fight. He hadn't been expecting that. As soon as Ezra was gone, he turned, taking the offered cigarette and bringing it to his lips.
"Did he say what these tests were?" It was almost ridiculous, a fairy story reprieve, but he'd been in a fairy story for so long now that it felt entirely too logical. Most of all, it gave him hope.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 7:07 pm
[ thorne (unmasked + cape) | | 20/25 | | +3 to attack ] : SERIOUSLY.....
"I will not cause anything ugly in this hall unless I am asked to," Thorne drawled in return, staring at Vale, "They speak in tongues. Have you seen any of them raise their fists here? They won't. Not in front of your father, and not in front of the Madam."
His eyes flicked over Vale, contemplating. "Do not mistake me," he added, low and violent, cruel and powerful, "I was built for violence, and I would take it in a heartbeat. But I will not bother to lower myself to the petty squabbles of a worm who does not know how to play at kind conversation."
His head cocked, eyes unreadable. Unknowable. There was a dangerous energy that hummed through his bones, corrosive and electric. He was restless and hungry and he hated these creatures that groveled at his feet.
And then Chris appeared.
Thorne blinked down at him, nothing but sharp edges and violent eyes.
"Broken," he said. He slipped from Vale for the span of a second to catch Chris by the sash across his chest and yank them body to body, chest to chest. "He put up quite a fight, your Thorne. He refused my mask. I did as you dared me."
His smile was a knife. He would kill Chris in front of Thorne with this violence inside of him if Melany allowed it.
"Do not blame me for the fact that neither of us won."
[ thorne (unmasked) ] : oh s**t OH s**t OH s**t
Thorne had been content to stay at Shiloh's side. To not move away from Melany until it was time. But then his eyes caught a blur of violent motion to his right, not far from the patrons seats. He could see blond and brown, a mix of his twin and the teacher from the alcove.
And his twin - his twin looked set on murder.
Thorne turned to Shiloh. He did not even bother to try and convey words through touch alone. His voice was hushed, barely above a whisper. It was the sort of thing that got lost in the rustle and shift and undertow of the sounds all around.
"I can't leave him alone." It was ushered out like a confession or a sin or a damnation. It tasted like acid in his throat. "He was important to you too - once - "
He reached. He pressed his fingers to Shiloh's hand, a gesture that said, I'll be here. Here. Here. I will come if you call.
Thankfully, his twin had dragged the party close to them. Thorne crossed the distance with ease, hyper-aware of the eyes on him. But he couldn't leave this. He could not say no to this. Fight back, his twin had told him, and he would. He would.
Thorne was cruelly aware of every point of contact between Corr and him when he intersected the other. His heart jack-knifed in his chest, a comet trail of heat and fear and hatred.
"Thorne," his twin drawled. "Aren't you a little far from your master?"
"Aren't you?" Thorne shot back, bristling.
His twin laughed and reached a hand up, stroking it over the black and blue of Thorne's cheek.
"He matters to you," he said, his voice twisted and softsoftsoft, "He matters and you do not even remember his name."
Thorne tilted his head up. They were the same height, same stance. They were two opposites burning against one another. A clash of color and sound and raw energy, turned to violence.
"Do not." The demand was there, powerful and commanding. A page out of Corrs book.
But they both snapped to attention at the sound of Ezra's voice culling the room to pieces.
Thorne did not wait for Corr to move or speak again. He grabbed Chris by the arm and pulled him away, away, away. Until they were far enough that they would not be caught in the wildfire of Ezra's destruction. His hands fell on Chris's arms, a grip that was gentle but firm. They were so close that he could feel Chris's breath on him.
"I can't stay long," Thorne said, and it was desperation in his tone, true and full for Chris's safety, "She'll hurt both of us if I do. She'll - "
His tone broke, built, broke again. He tilted his head at Chris, eyes wild-bright. And something splintered inside of him, hungry and demanding and whole.
"I know it was you," he adds in a softer tone.
His hands raise to Chris's neck, thumbing over the others jawline. With ease, Thorne tilts Chris's head down and kisses the crown of the teachers hair. And it is not quiet, it is not quick. It is slow and lingering, and he breathes sharply against the warmth of the teachers skin. His mind softens, and a memory shifts to the surface.
"Chris," he says against the blond's forehead, his lips brushing against the warmth of the others skin.
He steps away and turns to look at Melany. At Shiloh. When he looks back again, his eyes are there, there, there. And there is a fire burning in them. A comet tail blazing upwards, burning brighter.
And there are no words for the promise he has pressed to the teachers forehead. No words, only gestures. Only the hope that he understands.
I know it was you. And I promise I'll fight.
He steps back towards Melany, a steel of determination burned into his chest.
For you, for you, for you.
[ thorne (unmasked + cape) | | 20/25 | | +3 to attack ] : SERIOUSLY.....
Thorne only had to hear Ezra's voice to grab Vale and haul a** to another corner of the room. His twin and that teacher were a fight for another day. Right now, he was more invested in not getting burnt to a crisp.
"The plan is to stay alive long enough for us to watch someone else die," he drawls. Irritated is a good word for it.
Irritated is an understatement.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 7:16 pm
alois scholz || 25/25 || popcorn.gif “Nope,“ he responded with his gaze trained on the fight. He felt his father’s heat leave and quickly regretted the events of the evening. Run, run, or you’ll be well-done. Come on, Autumn, I just gave you back your mask and now you’re throwing yourself over the coals? s**t…
„I’d haf’ pressed him more, but I didn’t want to suffer for it. Hold zat.“ He splayed fingers at Rabbit to stay him.
„Father!“ He called with cupped hands, and ventured only a couple steps from July. „Zey’re just being stupid. Can you let zem be? If I smell any more cooked flesh, I’m going to vomit all over Bennett and you know how zat goes!“
It was, unfortunately, the best he could do.bristling vale || 5/25 || ò_ó! Vale’s fear soon quelled at the sight of his Father between he and Alexis. They were safe now, fine from the remaining threats. He looked to Thorne, though he was engaged with his lesser half and the blonde that interfered earlier. „There’s not time for that,“ he urged Thorne, but the man was intent on exchanging quips with his double. Vale did not blame him; taunting Alois promised its own brand of entertainment.
„We have our leave, so let’s take it. Back to Spinel Lady, back to Father up front. Come on,“ he gave the taller fetch a tug.
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