She had a hard time getting it, and he wasn't sure why. Perhaps she was just too caught up in finding Ulrich, but Damien wouldn't be able to help as much as he could if she kept on keeping him in the dark the way she was. Even after he was jumped in the room, they had to butt heads and argue like always. It wasn't about that though, because if you watched them, you could see the tired looks in their eyes. Their fierce gazes were emotionally exhausted and all of the disagreeing really began to take it's toll on the both of them. They didn't like arguing, but the history, the emotions. They weren't in sync with each other anymore, at least not gracefully. The air was tense, I mean, she had a freaking gun in her hand and as they shouted back and forth she waved it around a few times causing Tyrus to flinch and move about the space in between them. Even Dirk got tired of all the shouting and left the room. Tyrus cocked an eyebrow and prepared his retort to the butter knife remark, but was instantly cut off. These two were going at it, and it was only going to get worse and worse and that was very visible.
Tyrus, not knowing what else to do, sheathed his sword and walked over to the duffle bag, ready to grab it and leave as soon as Damien got the go ahead. Moments later Selene walked in with a bags of groceries right into the ensuing verbal chaos. Letting out a deep sigh, she calmly walked over to the kitchen area, stopping by the bathroom and seeing the unconscious, one armed goon that Damien had disposed of and letting out a drawn out sigh. Tyrus recognized her right away, Selene and he were initiated in the same group and were she not a traitor. Tyrus's brow lowered in anger as he walked over to Selene, ready to address the traitor that turned her back on the Tigers but before he could spout a word, Selene effortlessly drew a small knife from her waistline and threw it down at his feet, stopping him in his tracks. Tyrus flinched slightly, but kicked it away from him as he reached for his sword. Selene gave him a calm look of 'now is not the fucking time'.
"Tyrus, I know how you feel, but no, just don't, ok?" she spoke, taking out all of the fixings for a hearty breakfast as Damien and Helen continued to have it out, going over things that happened in the past, Lua, Ulrich, kidnapping him. They were all over the place, it wasn't pretty. Selene finally got in between the two of them and put her foot down, calmly taking a deep breath before unleashing hell. "Give it a fucking rest already you two!" she shouted, throwing her hands up in annoyance, instantly shutting them the both up. Tyrus's eyes widened at her bravery, "By the Gods above and below it's like listening to an old couple on the stoops of Brooklyn the way you two are! It's way too early for this so spare the rest of us would you?" She snatched the gun from Helen and turned the safety on before tossing it aside, "Now have some fucking respect for Gaia, both of you, sit the fuck down and wait for breakfast!" she ordered,
"As a matter of fact, Helen, give me a hand so you two don't claw at each other at the fucking table." she finished, before turning her form to match Helen's perfectly, turning over to face her. "Oh look at me! I hate my ex but I need his help! Let me make this hard for everyone so they can't get any peace and quiet around here!" she yelled at Helen before turning back to herself and then into Damien, turning to face him, making a dopey face and prancing around him like an idiot, "Is someone trying to go on with their life without feeling eternal guilt? Well herdy gerdy gerr I better fucking do something about that shouldn't I? My brother's missing but I just wanna argue and look cool and shit!" she finished, returning to her true form as she caught her breath from all of the yelling, looking back and forth between the both of them. Damien opened his mouth but Selene immediately stopped him, "Don't even think about it tough guy, if you wanna be difficult I can hit you with the sleepy stuff we got you with earlier, okay?" There was silence, a lot of looking around and finally compliance.
Damien sat down at the decadent small table and cooled off while Tyrus took the seat across from him and they sat their patiently. As breakfast came into fruition, Tyrus and Damien looked at each other with guilty eagerness, they knew it would be the best meal they had in a while. Sure they had decent food, gnome's were expert butchers, Orcs were masters of open pit grilling and elves were the best bakers in the city, but they never had the resources for such a thing, at least not in a long time. Damien and the guys used to go all over the city, picking up meat and fruit and bread and such for huge cookouts they had every few weeks, but recently, they were too busy for anything like that. Four meals a day wasn't bad, and the food was decent, but c'mon, if you caught a smell of that breakfast after what they'd been eating for the last couple of months and you would understand. Their stomachs rumbled in anticipation and the overall mood in the room mellowed out. It was time to get to work and that's what they all wanted, for Ulrich's sake. They were becoming a team, finally.
"I'm just saying, how do you explain what happened earlier if you have someone in the government keeping tabs on you? If she wants something from you, she has to protect you to a certain extent, and those goons weren't here to protect you, that's fact." he explained, rolling a waffle up and dipping it in maple syrup, letting out an audible 'mmmh' as he bit into it and chewed.
"Damien, do not trust these fockin' politicians. They'll stab you in the back, sell the knife to the highest bitta', fock, this is delicious." Tyrus exclaimed, talking while he chewed on pancakes and berries. Damien snatched another piece of bacon from his plate, prompting Tyrus to set his utensils down and stand up out of his seat. Puffing his chest up, Tryus raised a fist at his leader, "You are a good man O'Shalna, but I'll not stand by whilst you snatch me fockin' bacon again! You wanna go, little duckie? I'll have you feeding me bacon in no toime!" he threatened to no avail, before Damien could respond, Selene placed a new plate of bacon on the table and threw a soft biscuit at his head to get his attention. Tyrus sat back down, he and Damien reaching out to see who could grab the most. Breaking the tension with laughter, the two continued enjoying their feast and conversing until Damien caught Dirk's gaze in the corner of his eye.
"What?"
"Nothing...nothing at all, slim."
Tyrus bubbled up with laughter, bits of bacon shooting from his mouth onto his plate, getting up again and walking over to Dirk's seat, grabbing Dirk's upper arm and giving it a wiggle, a large smirk on his face the whole time. "Slim eh? You're not so built yourself, duckie. Fockin' pile of twigs eh? I've seen bigger pixies! Fockin' Selene's got better arms than you lad, and she's been liftin' waffles all mornin'!" Selene threw another biscuit to shut him up, but he caught this one and took a big bite out of it. Dirk looked down at his plate, trying to do his best to ignore the little gnome, but it was proving very difficult. "Look at you, fockin' dainty little-"
"Tyrus." Damien barked. The gnome stopped and looked at his captain, "Give it a rest man, he's had enough."
Tyrus shrugged and laughed, walking back to his seat as he spotted the Blue Lion on the floor, biting his lip and punting it across the room like a damn bullet. The orb thudded into the wall and slammed onto the floor, still. It suddenly hissed opened, a panel lifting out of the smooth orb's surface and shooting a projection to the far wall. Damien got up, "Dim lights, windows at full tint, no light." he ordered, the room complied in an instant. He walked over to the orb and rotated it so the projection would display clearly on the nearby wall. One by one, the messages played, things were about to get real serious, very fast.
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