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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2021 17:42:47 GMT -8
He glanced to Riley.
A point stuck. There wasn’t anything to save.
“Fine.”
He mumbled, leaning back, arms crossing.
“Sweeney? We’re trying to find a Spring courtier responsible for Rose Water and caused the Darklings friend to overdose. Didn’t find out until much later that that was a waste because we were chasing a corpse.”
“Agrippa? If they didn’t make it happen had plans to put them with a publisher to build their own network. Had the charm to do it, but didn’t want to keep burning the cash if they were just going to flake.”
“Carr? Concern after I pulled his oathbroken and half dead body from the death house he made for himself by dropping the wrong name, Fawkes even gave us the step by step to clean the mess.”
“I want to not have to worry about looking over my shoulder, I want be somewhere where cannibalism isn’t the norm. It doesn’t matter what I build, what roads are opened, who I drag out slavery, who I bury because at the end of the day I guess I am just ruled by fear.”
“So what now? I’m sick of guessing what people want. You tell me what it will take, Eurydice.”
Flawed world views, confusion, fear. It was a circle he couldn't escape. So the only question now was to hear if he was irredeemable.
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Post by Sweeney on Aug 15, 2021 23:46:59 GMT -8
Eurydice sat back down, looking like she was about to launch into something before she chugged the water that Sweeney slid towards her. He held his even smile with Archie, giving a small shrug with the complaint that Ambrosia was already on ice—how was that a loss?
Fawkes opened his mouth at the mention of his Cleaner call and the Whitney incident, and the Blightbent signaled that it was fine to bring the food, forcing a pause with the mundane attention as he squeezed the Sandharrowed's shoulder. Eurydice just seemed openly bewildered, not understanding how helping Mitch in a bind connected to controlling his Desires at a party.
"Fawkes' got a trick for that," the Blightbent said, accent stronger than where they started as he seemed locked in with oil collecting behind his eyes. "If being scared's the problem." Fawkes blinked, focused on pulling his own share from the plate so his motleymate's perpetually bleeding hands wouldn't cause an issue. "I don't think that's the problem, though. All this bouded started way before people were getting violent."
Eurydice exhaled.
"Mais, she can't tell you how to fix it. Because then that's just handing an instruction manual on how to deal with your people. Which is the whole damn problem—empathy. Come on. Who shit on you before you decided you couldn't leave it? Asking for a deal don't tell us nothing, nor the rest. If you were us, and some couyon do all this to your friends and family—you catching them scrambling their heads for the Greater Good and you just got to trust them. Not an ounce of feeling bad, just upset people are upset. What would you think? What would you do?"
He jutted his chin to Riley too, putting them on the spot. "No one stopping you, cher. No one came to us to say what was what. So why do we have to pay you the same courtesy? We've been doing this a long time and that kind of disregard is life or death for us. I take a hit," he tapped his temple, "And the whole block's got their lungs full of chlorine and blood. Cour-te-sy of the War Machine."
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Aug 16, 2021 6:55:13 GMT -8
Riley watched as Archie explained, their eyes trailing between the three members of Ricochet. Taking in their reactions and parsing out their thoughts on the matter.
Sweeny sat up, taking charge of the conversation, which was revealing. It said much about his place within the motley or more to his character. It was unexpected, given the other personalities with him. Nevertheless, his points were valid enough and similar to what Riley had pressed on Archie not long before in a private conversation.
When Sweeny redirects the conversation to Riley and asks why After-Party had not come forward to speak to Ricochet first, Riley Raises an eyebrow.
"Really, Sweeny? You're aint dumb, and earlier you said it yourself, you're not ones to be fucked with. I am happy to explain why, though"
The Moth's voice was pleasant enough; it held no anger, nor was it accusatory. They actually kept the conversation in tone with the environment. For example, shooting the shit with friends at hooters.
"Look at it from our side. Let's take into consideration Fawkes job, which will go unsaid. Or perhaps the organization Monique runs in, and things she has a reputation for." Riley tried to be good about not calling either of their lives of crime and violence out openly in public.
"Those two reputations alone would make someone think twice about comin' to ya, especially if y'all pissed. Not to forget the actions? Fawkes injuries to Archie, followed by Loki's beating at Beltane. Consequences for actions, sure, but without warnin'. No call out, just violence. We weren't too pleased when we heard how Archie handle that shit" Riley didn't look to Archie.
"but when violence is the first response, It is a little traumatic and can make someone hesitant, right? With that track record, We reckoned approachin' you would end in similar results. "
Riley laughs a little taking a sip of their drink.
"In a way, that is respect, ain't it? We respected the power of violence you wield. See when I was doin' escort work. When someone decided to smack on me, I didn't think twice if maybe next time would be different. I avoid them. I have seen enough people use it that I try to stay clear. As you said, ' Know who you're fuckin with.'. And if you think we could have done that kind of violence to you, even when Linden- " They pause at the name, glancing at Archie.
"Was here...well, I'll take that as a compliment for overestimating us. So that's why we didn't come to give you that courtesy. And even with that, when I did try, well, that's neither here nor there" Riley glances at Monique. They would mention Lucas's intervention, but the Moth was gun-shy from the wyrd slapping them.
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Post by Fawkes on Aug 16, 2021 10:22:28 GMT -8
The Blightbent and Draconic weren't bothering to school their emotions, wearing their feelings in the open. Both seemed confused what Archie was getting at when he explained why he was controlling people, and are reacting to the idea that he can't understand the problem and sees himself as the victim, who is absolved of all participation because they retaliated.
Sweeney didn't seem to be taking the negotiation seriously anymore on his part—he had already done the Elemental's Handbook To Social Engagement by outlining what it felt to have his psyche attacked in a space of those he was meant to trust, and the bridge to empathy had been met with a 'thanks for repeating what I was there for'. He seemed only focused on protecting his motley, now. The easygoing nature wasn't a lie, rather he floating with accepting this was just the way Afterparty was. However, when Fawkes floated the apology between Eurydice's diatribe, he had hiccuped on his own beer. The whole exchange had seemed to fly right under the Fairest's radar.
Eurydice had laid out how she was at her limit. The point on Sweeney seemed to spike her rage again, where she was going to start an argument; the point on Agrippa got a shake of the head and muttering something in Spanish; and the final point of Carr was complete bewilderment that he seemed to be fishing for an atta-boy, and seemed to be construed that he truly felt he was allowed to abuse Mitchell because he did him a favour. When asked what it would take, she stopped looking at Archie, eyes contracting to slits as her iris' glowed. Smoke subtley trailed out of her nose as she exhaled, the scathing glare directed at the Knight of Coin.
Fawkes moved from sorting to eating. The lightning pattern that riddled his porcelain skin almost invisible now as everything was closed off, and as he noticed Riley was measuring him, he put down what he was doing. The bright, emotionless stare that locked on was uncanny. For the whole meeting he had said what amounted to a sentence and a half.
As Riley compared what happened between Archie and Fawkes was the same as beating a sex worker, the Draconic's teeth flashed in a quiet gasp.
"...You don't see firing the Arrow as violence?"
With the context provided, he was clearly referring to Cupid's Arrow.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Aug 16, 2021 11:23:53 GMT -8
Riley paused at the question provided by Fawkes and gave him an appreciative nod.
"At one time, no. But I learned that it's a tool that can be used for violent means. My point wasn't that Archie hasn't used violence. I also see you apologized for your use, and Archie hasn't. Nor has he acknowledged how the problems of his actions." They gave him a side glance. This, after all, was a negotiation; compromise was always needed.
" I just wanted to address what prevented us from bridging the gap as -" they look to Sweeny. "- You suggested we could. We are all here now and have a chance to fix this. Unless we rather go on biting at each other's heels from a distance till one of us pops. "
Riley paused for a moment; a moment of exhaustion crosses their face. The labor of holding this together, under the strain of oathbreaker, was draining. They take a sip of their drink.
"Arch, you fucked up. And their shitty actions don't change that. I cant say sorry for you. "
Pride could be rebuilt, reputations could be fixed. But having an enemy like Ricochet and constantly watching your back? Was that living? How can they grow under that. If Riley couldn't fix their oaths, soon they wouldn't even have the Freehold oath protection. What then?
Sometimes living was victory enough.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2021 12:08:39 GMT -8
Did it ever feel like the world was going crazy?
If it was, it probably wasn’t the world. What was worse. The oathbreaker putting him in his place, or Riley? Both evoked different kinds of emotions.
Maybe what Fawkes said was the trigger. Maybe Sweeney flipping the table around to ask about reversed roles. There was a sense of irredeemability he realized he had saddled himself with, and that was what he had to wear.
“Apologies are just words aren’t they?”
Speaking with mutters.
He fired first, and the consequences of that had been spiraling as he couldn’t mediate himself.
“Without a gesture I could just say anything, and I’ve already lost you so rather than painfully revisiting, I’ll just say that an eye for an eye leaves the world blind. You are right, I have mistreated all of us, betrayed our tenants, and why should I get the time of day, or not be beaten into the ground, right?”
“So I apologize for the bullshit. And I am sure that means nothing.”
He placed his middle and forefinger on the table.
“So, a gesture. An eye for an eye leaves the world blind, so to spare those I could still hurt, and yourself or others from lashing out, if I fire the arrow again the Wyrd will take my eyes.”
The glamor pulsed through his fingers as he sealed the promise with the Wyrd.
He pulled his hand away from the table with his promise sealed.
Glancing to Ricochet, then Chugunkin, and finally Riley.
“Anything else?”
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Post by Fawkes on Aug 16, 2021 12:52:36 GMT -8
Chugunkin's mouth twitched, eyebrows going up as he met Eurydice's withering look and tipped his drink in a macabre toast to Hartman's pledge.
The Dragon of Summer froze in her seat like the dog who caught the car. Seeing how the rest of his motley was acting and tapping into the energy at the table, Sweeney finally dropped the glazed smile to offer Afterparty the first serious nod and a hard expression suited for a ranking officer of the Court of Wrath. They seemed ready to move, but Fawkes didn't budge. Eurydice and Sweeney exchanged a concerned look, unsure if it was the extensive hospitalization or something new.
"Yeah. I get that mutilating you stuck the wrong way," Fawkes hummed, expression moving freely again while the glass at the table ringed with the spliced frequency. "I dehumanized you, and we're all paying the price. Um," he rested his mouth against his hand, eyes fluttering as he sifted. "Things are really fucked right now, and I'm not looking to bury any ounce of hope in uncontrolled despair."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2021 15:14:10 GMT -8
An olive branch that crumbled to the touch was still an olive branch.
“Appreciate the sentiment.”
It was softly spoken, perhaps with some tension behind it. Unless there was more to elaborate on he would remain silent, a tentativeness hanging in the air.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Aug 16, 2021 15:52:35 GMT -8
The Bright One let out a small inhale of air as Archie moved to make an oath. "Arch-" They weren't able to stop him in time.
He didn't have to do that; had they pushed him too far? Their stomach dropped, realizing what he had done. Cutting himself from a contract, it was attached to him, part of him. They reached out to give him a caring gesture but stopped, knowing their status with the wyrd might make this moment feel worse than needed.
Riley was shocked, but a part of them felt like a sacrifice had been made, that maybe now they could put this behind them. They hated thinking that, but they felt it nonetheless. Their eyes moved to Ricochet, gauging their reaction to Archies offer. Was it enough?
Riley felt a shiver run up their spine as Fawkes spoke a form of an apology, mixed with a strange awareness of the freehold's status. The Darkling was uncertain how to take the statement, as it seemed to be coming off a good place, if not...strange.
They glance to Archie, then the rest of Ricochet for a moment. As Archie accepted the form of apology. Riley let out a sigh. It seemed the others were satisfied, but the Moth had at least one last exchange in them.
"Monique," Riley addressed the dragon.
"Look, I don't know what your relationship with Lucas is, and it ain't my business" They fidget, obviously uncomfortable with the topic.
"If he has feelings for you, he is prone to-" Poor choices? Care too much? Unwise choices? Give more than he should?
"-He'll put you first every time. He means well" There was an unspoken, 'Please don't hurt him.'
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Post by Eurydice on Aug 17, 2021 20:39:01 GMT -8
Eurydice and Sweeney both frown, clearly thrown off by their motleymate's unanticipated behaviour. The Blightbent gently nudged Fawkes to help him from his seat, so he could move at a comfortable rate and get dropped off before the hospital poked. The fact that the police had a watch was a pain in the ass, with a concern that anywhere the injured sicario ducked his head, violence would follow in an attempt to finally remove the figure from the board.
It was eased the strain on their mortal masks and mundane safety to just comply.
As Eurydice slid the chairs back and indeed leave a fat tip, she bulked at Riley's comment that completely came out of left field. Fawkes kept his mouth shut this time, with the tone being clear that they weren't trying to imply anything malicious.
"If you're still in love with him, stop pussyfooting around," she snorted with amusement while handing Fawkes a cigarette, and Sweeney even waved and thanked everyone.
The Sunbanisher lit up before they were even outside.
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