LadyRunic

~Nyte Bloods~

The raven headed woman on white sterile sheets stirred with a grumpy snarl that did not fit her doll like appearance. The constant beep of something made the small figure stir again and growl. Mornings- or waking up, in general- were not Alice Lynch's specialty. Green eyes opened sleepily, as blurry images slowly solidified. Curtains were the first thing she took notice of, then the fact they were horribly white and had absolutely no style to them. The second thing was the ache in her head, it was a constant irritation. Pushing herself to sit up, Alice looked dumbfounded at the room about her. One hand straying to poke at the IV that was inserted into one arm. It hurt. Spying herself in the reflection of the window, her already pale face went white as the sheets she was surrounded by. Her reflect stared back with frightened green eyes, her black hair mussed into a messy tangle that fell about her in waves and curls. Her delicate features and doll like appearance making her thinking for a minute that this had to be some sick joke. That the bandages over her shoulder and neck were just some sick prank her family had pulled.

But her family didn't even care enough to pull jokes, and if they did it would be aimed not at her health or appearance but her business. Laying a hand over the wound, Alice gave a soft sob. The memories flooding back. The red headed man with piercing blue eyes. The black coat she had spent a month perfecting with the silver design she had spent even more time perfecting. The wicked, lying smile. Tears traced down her cheeks as Alice shook. The sound of sharp heels on the floor. "Oh my! You're awake! How are you feeling dear?" Alice looked at the shocked nurse and gave her a small smile. Then she did what her family did.

She lied.

She lied to the nurse, saying her was feeling better. Hiding the ache in her stomach, the drums in her head. She lied in the tears she wept when she claimed not to remember what happened. The nurses and doctors had frowned and suggested she remained. But Alice begged, pleaded, and swore to take it easy and rest, and still they refused. Leaving Alice to sit in her bed, staring at the ceiling and dwelling in her misery. Alice smiled at the mirrored window, her head pounding and her body wanting to curl up in the fetal position. "Hello, I am Alice Lynch." She whispered again and again. Practicing the lie, trying to shake off the horror. But she heard each and every time. "Liam, Liam Enduro." From that once flattering voice.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister Thirteen Question, shall I do the entire day or just her waking up hm?

~Nyte Bloods~

SO many things I can say to things in what you said. But as i shall refrain and be a decent human being.

I'm sorely tempted though.

Soooo 'human food' would be like licking the wall paper in Willy Wonka?

Maybe I couldn't help myself.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister ThirteenGo ahead any time! I need to find out what the heck those two other men were talking about and what they want with LIam.

(ANd if Alice can stuff them in better clothes. It's her therapy or a sorts.)

Samhain Intrigues

Post is up!
@Forett @Fallenreaper @Belle

Samhain Intrigues

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Samhain Intrigues

@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-

The male- Nathaniel- snorted. "I breaking the rules placed upon me? Never!" The fae's eyes were eerie as they swirled with silver and grey. Cocking his head, Darkwing lowered his torso so he could stare up at Erin's face. A toothy smile forming on his own. "The poor dear wants answers?" Rising to his proper height, the man looked at Thymund with a innocent expression. "Why of course she is not a snack! That would be a prisoner! Not a indentured servant by Fae Law. Though the other Law does leave that up for the strongest to decide..." The newcomer looked at Erin again, with a forlorn sigh. Flipping his hand, a silvery smoke grew about Erin before it dissipated. Making sure he was standing well back as the explanation quickly came. Nathaniel was not the stronger of the two here and he knew it.

"I sent her to the Quarters is all! She'll be absolutely fine there! Well, except if she for some random reasons decides to stab herself in the eye with a fork! Before you decide I'm next on the menu!" Nathaniel raised a hand as if to ward off the oncoming proverbial fork. "Do remember who you are mated to. She will not take kindly if you slay me... Brother." The last word turned the panicked explanation into a dart. Nathaniel had never agreed with his sister's choice of mate, but he did not get that say. The Law of their kind prohibited the weaker from rights that under other Law would be granted. Such was the Way of the Strong. A law that was no such thing, yet was.

-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-

Noah would find himself not left alone to his chagrin. For over the way, swaying back and forth came a small ball of light. A chiming noise from within. It seemed to skate across the surface of the pool. It's voice singing a old rhyme as it skated about. The sprite was not a large creature, no bigger than a butterfly and with as much grace.

"Old were the mountains,
Great and tall!
Young were the trees,
Weak and small!
But the trees did grow,
The stone did last!
Till the night fell,
Till the wind blast!
Then shadow came,
And we did weep.
For our King!
He did sleep!
Woke he did!
Bumped his head!
But we were happy!
He weren't dead!"

Giggling the little sprite, wasn't watching where it was going thus it gave a squeal as it rebounded off of Noah. Skipping back across the water and landing on a small lily pad. Noah would have most likely not felt a thing. But the sprite blinked at the human and clapped it's little hands in glee. For there was a human figure within the light. Though it contained no features. "Human! Human! A indentured human! You are new! You are different!" The sprite chimed with gleeful excitement. Seeming to forget it's former rebound.

However, in the main common room. The Fox has been summoned away by the Lord of the UnSeelie and thus is no longer there to give answer or accept insult. The flushing red Clarice barely able to keep from curling her lip at the harsh words of the kitsune. Narrowing her eyes at Belle, she bared her teeth- but a clear voice rang out before Clarice could say more. "You do yourself no favors, Clarice Eckle. This girl is new to the Fae Realm is that not obvious? Your words are cruel and her service to you will not be given. I forbid it. Lest you wish to challenge my word?" A raven haired woman no older than sixteen glared at the red head, her hair let to fall loose around a victorian styled dress, her blue eyes gleaming with fevered annoyance. Clarice looked ready to speak against, but the stranger's next words cut her off. "Do you wish me to bring this to the attention of High Lord of the UnSeelie?" Clarice's mouth snapped shut as her little gathering of women seemed to draw away from her.

Turning on her heels the Red head stormed from the room with a spat at Esla. "Keep the dress!" Watching her go, the woman who had spoken so sharply to the red headed trouble maker, turned and walked from the common room after Clarice. Not bothering to spare a glance towards Elsa. Her face seeming slightly drawn and her brow furrowed. Elsa would see the elderly woman in the corner gesture for the poor lass who had been caught in a ugly situation to join her.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Ayita Dyrkin & Richard Laine

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Location Brotherhood Headquarters - New York, New York
{"Bickering. Fun."}

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Richard froze. Slowly he turned to look at Pietro. The Adder's expression went from cross that Nina got in his way, to a thoughtful look.
"Ayita..." The word rolled off his tongue slowly. Swiftly and completely ignoring all the enemies and former allies about him the man strode the elevator. It couldn't be. Could it? She had stared right at him. Had she not recognized him? It was possible, she was- had been only five when he had left. Her eyes had been a light brown, eyes of a doe he had remembered so well. "The damned eyes!" The hired gun muttered to himself as the elevator ascended. Had the doe become a predator? Was it possible? He frowned deeply as the cramped box rose from the bowels of the building.

Up above Ayita looked at Avalanche before shifting back to her human form, her muscles still tight as she watched the two Brotherhood members. At least the one who shook the earth had enough sense. Baring her teeth at Toad, Ayita gave the annoyance a feral smile. Far more of a threat than a comfort. No one could call her off, save herself. She was a predator and while she wouldn't say it. She was pleased that Avalanche was worried about her. Very please. The ding of the elevator coming up made her glance to the side to check it but that hardly prepared her for the two hand that snatched her shoulders. It was the snake-eyed man again. Her amber eyes narrowed in anger, this was the man who shot Damon. Her displeasure was a growl.

Richard strode from the elevator to seize the other shifter by the shoulder, the photograph of a distracted girl staring out at the sea. Light auburn hair was blowing about her face in wild curls. The woman under his hands snarls and jerked back, but Richard held firm. Staring at the girl-woman for a long moment. The eyes were looking at him with such rage, but it was there. That wild nature was there. He cursed himself for not recognizing it. "It is you... Ayita." The Adder whispered shoving the photo into a pocket of his pants. The wild-child froze and stared at the man. Eyes uncertain.

"How do you know my-?" Ayita froze and stared at the man. Richard Laine. Looked at the man sharply. Laine. The last name she had run away from for years. Had refused to take when her mother had cast her out. It wasn't possible. That man had long hair, black like this one but he was not so old. So well dressed. So... alive. "He's dead." Her voice was a snarl.

Richard was already shaking his head. "She lied Ay. She lied about a lot of things to you. God, I should have never left you alone." Pulling a bulge from his suit, the deadly assassin shoved a battered partly flattened stuffed Orca into the woman's chest. Ayita blinked down at the old toy. She remembered this, she remembered getting it. The long haired big brother had left with a large bag on his back, mussing her hair and telling her to keep watching for him. And she had. For years. Her eyes snapped up towards Richard along with her fist. Richard let the blow land, it was a weak hit.

However, the knee to his family jewels left Richard on the ground. With a gaps of pain. Shoving the Orca into Cassandra's hands with a growl of "Don't let anyone hurt my orca." and fell upon the man. Pummeling him ruthlessly with fists, knees, feet, and elbows. Richard didn't fight back so much as take it and try to avoid the worst of the blows. Though the barage of words she flung struck hard and heavily. And at top volume. "You son of a bitch! You abandoned me! You said you would come back! You said! I killed our sister, our father! I killed them and she told me I killed you too! You bastard! You didn't write! You didn't call-!" "We don't have a phone!" "I had to do everything! Then she tried to kill me! You asshole! She tried to sell me to a circus! A circus! And a zoo! Do you know what they do to animals in a circus?!" "Would it help if I said I was sorry?!" There was little answer as the two of them continued to beat on each other. Well, mainly Ayita was beating on Richard who had regained his feet and was fully defensive. Fending off the very angery woman, and sporting a few bite marks from where she tried to tear out his throat. Grabbing Ayita's arm as she slowed, Richard yanked her into his chest as he pinned her arms. Though there was little he could do to avoid her kicks or headbutts.

"Missed you too, Ay." The man grinned cheekily as the younger glared up at him. Growling and snarling threats. She would calm down. Though she was mad right now, Ayita hadn't been one to hold a grudge overly long. Though he would be the first to say he deserved every grudge she had against him. Proof was the fact he was the one sprouting the bruises, the Adder thought wirly.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister Thirteen Dude you are an amazing rper and I love your posts. The last one left me on edge. Like "Is he going to die?" But he didn't and I find that rather a satisfying thing and kinda bummed at the same time which screams good move for me.

~Nyte Bloods~

That works for me! Lol.

If you need to write a essay or disappear for a few days I promise not to worry. I'll get worried when it hits a week.

~Nyte Bloods~

There was a new noise. Alice registered this dimly, but she was past caring. Everything just hurt like nothing she had ever felt and everything she never wanted to feel again. There were loud noises of something hitting a solid object, shouts, and footsteps. The tailor didn't care, as her blood and tears seeped onto the ground of the alleyway. Her coat beyond repair as was the dress beneath. Blood leaked from the corner of her mouth as she stared blankly at the fuzzy outlines of the buildings. Liam... Liam Enduro had done this.

Why? She had made such a lovely coat, he had been so spectacular in it. His manners had been lovely. It was going to be a lovely night, she thought as a tear trailed down her cheek. Her chest shallowly rose and fell as she heard the clang of a bell, but there were no bells here? Did it matter? Alice supposed not. Nor did the shriek of metal matter as she heard footsteps approached her. But, she did one last thing- one last word. It was the least she could do. For whatever she had done to cause this. Had she done something to cause this? What was this even? Why? Her thoughts spiraled as she whimpered in pain her tears falling like slow raindrops. SO helpless, so useless. She was merely a tailor. A woman of cloth and needle. Prey had he said? But seemed to find her so beautiful and charming. To appreciate her work. So why? "Why-?" Alice whispered or did she? Her vision blurring and slowly dimming to the point she would not be able to see things for much longer. Why had this happened to her? She just wanted a nice life.