bite the apple

heathCLIFF lincoln. the fall of man.

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Cliff looked straight up from where he stood.  His eyes went straight up to the sky as he frowned.  He shook his head as he took out a heavy sigh.  As his eyes moved from the sky and back to eye level when he said, “Fucking snow, man.  It has to be snowing.”  The cold weather never sat well with Cliff.  It didn’t sit well when he was Redford, or Gunner, or whoever else had been either;  the cold weather was never going to be something that he would be accustomed to.  He looked over to the person and said, “I can’t wait for summer.”

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ofvexation‌:

“The only time I was ever really able to get away from her was when I didn’t say anything and even then she discovered my dead self in purgatory.” She had suffered alone in that last chapter of her life and she didn’t regret it too much. Just that her mother had found out before they could cremate her body. She was sure that getting back into life would have definitely been harder if she didn’t have a body to return to. Goldie wasn’t too fond of death, but she did wonder often about what her mother gave up to get her back. She scoffed. “He’s not my new boyfriend. I just happen to enjoy his company for now. Every one knows that these feelings are fleeting, especially when it comes to me.”

Goldie smiled at him the way she used to whenever her father talked about how much he loved her mother. She used to love hearing all about romance while she was growing up, but when she was grown up, her love stories never panned out the way she wished they did. “I’ll keep that in mind… Well, I was busy not talking to the investigators at work, so I’ve been doing a disappearing act, but yeah, old school I can do that. Wait… does that mean I have to call mom?”

“Your mother has a knack for finding out the things that are hidden from her,” Cliff said with certainty.  He nodded slowly, mostly in admiration at the woman who was his soulmate.  Throughout their years spent on this Earth, Adam had learned that Eve was much more than simply just a woman;  without her, he was certain that life would have been much harder than necessary.  He looked over to Goldie, shaking his head at Goldie’s reply.  “Ah, just don’t accidentally get pregnant,” Cliff said, “We don’t need a repeat of Gray in college.”

Cliff grinned at Goldie as she mentioned calling Scarlett.  He shrugged at her and said, “Your mother knows some of the most ancient magic.  She probably knew magic before it was even magic, let’s be real.”  Everyone had a Mother.  Regardless of what they thought, everyone had an origin point.  “But,” Cliff shrugged, “If you don’t want to talk to her, we can skip that and find a different person to help.  There’s an Orunmila who’s very knowledgeable.  Hell, we could even ask Karina ...although, she’s powerful but it’ll be rough.  Or ...you know, we could ask,” he rose his eyebrows at her as he teased, “Your boyfriend.”

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tclepvth‌:

“Redford…” Angeline waved her hand at him before she corrected herself. “Cliff… I’ve always cared.” She just cared less and felt less before. She looked over at him and gave him a gentle smile. “I just think you’re exaggerating now. We all know that Karina can eat dirt from a potted plant and tell us that she’s getting enough food.” She knew that she was being rude, but she never did like Gray and his wife. “I’ve been practicing more and I know that Indigo likes that dish, so I want it to be perfect and not like the pies.”

"No, no.  I know you've always cared," he corrected himself, "It's just that you didn't care to let us all know."  Even without tapping into Redford's memories, it was easy to draw out that Angeline had never been the emotional type.  Angeline was such an enigma - she could smile that gently and still insult someone without batting an eyelash.  He tilted his head and nodded, "She had to make do with what she had growing up.  Everyone grew up differently."  There was an unspoken but well-known rivalry between his first and second sons.  It seemed that rivalry trickled down to their wives too.  He nodded, "Well, Indi's going to be happy then.  Not that he would have stated otherwise."  Considering Angeline's powers, Cliff knew that Indigo couldn't even like about the truth.  He was curious, however.  "Did something change?" He asked, "I've never known you to like being a homemaker."

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ofvexation‌:

“I can’t bullshit around you and mom. Redford made sure of that… I can, however, lie through omission.” She smiled at Cliff. “You did teach be how to do that well.” Goldie shook her head. “Ancient magic isn’t my forte, Cliff. You know this. I could never get around the whole blood sacrifice thing that mom loves so much.” She shook her head. “I was learning some spells from the tier below that… non-magician grade… and thanks. Even if you didn’t approve of him, I would have still dated him. Gray made it happen by banning me from the Gamble.” 

“I can never tell. You two get really loud sometimes and it’s hard to tell which parts are real annoyance and which parts are actually you two getting along.” She scooted closer to Cliff as if he was going to tell her a secret. “You look young, but you’ve still got my father’s memories in there. You’re an old man and I want that wise man knowledge please. What do I have to do to heal up quickly? I’m getting bored and I can’t let the bigots run the department.” 

"No one can truly bullshit around your mother," Cliff pointed out.  He was living proof that no one can get away with lying to Scarlett, or whichever name she decided to go by;  he lived through too many punishments to pretend that he could get away with anything.  He nodded at her, grinning, "Yeah.  It's harder to pin it on you if you don't say anything."  He paused and then said, "Don't repeat that.  Honestly."  Ancient magic always required the sacrifice of something.  Cliff thought it was the world's way of telling them that in order to get what they wanted, they needed to give something up;  it was a balancing act, a natural correction that came through.  "Ask your new boyfriend about it.  I'm sure he knows more about blood sacrifices than I do," Cliff admitted.  He'd never had the chance to study the things Merlin uncovered.  He was too busy chasing skirts at that time.  He laughed, "Your older brothers have a way of making the opposite things of what they want happen."

Cliff shrugged.  He loved that woman to the point that he knew if he didn't, he would hate her.  He smirked, "That's how  you know we're in love.  If we ever get quiet, then something very wrong has happened."  Any time they were quiet, Cliff knew something bad would happen.  He looked over at Goldie and laughed, "I'm surprised you waited this long."  Cliff leaned in and grinned, "We're going to have to go super old school.  Like, eye of newt and tongue of toad, bubble-bubble-toil-and-trouble level of old school."

[tclepvth]

She wanted to say that she wasn’t sure why food seemed to taste so much better, but with the mental shields and blocks lifted, she suspected that her meeting with a goddess had something to do with it. She wasn’t going to proclaim her suspected truth, but she was in a sharing type of mood. Thankfully, she was passed the stage of baking an abundance of pies and was actually making a meal. “I could make up a story about how this recipe was passed down to me from my mother and her mother, but the truth is, I don’t remember where I learned it. But I’m glad that you’re here… I needed someone to try this and while I don’t normally stop those who passed by, I just felt that your opinion might just be what I need.” 

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Cliff had eaten Angeline’s cooking before, when he was Redford.  So, when he ate her food today, he was a little confused.  At first, he wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that he was in much younger body - he assume the tastebuds were different but as he continued to eat the food, he realized that it wasn’t the newer body.  He looked at Angeline and said, “Why does your food taste like you care now?”  That was rude.  “You cooked with emotions.  It doesn’t taste like Karina’s favorite MREs now.”  He paused then pointed his fork at Angeline, “How did that happen?  What happened?”

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ofvexation‌:

“It was just totally hanging out.” Goldie scoffed and then lowered her gaze. She had a sleep over+ and by the end of the night, she was completely worn out by the Warlock. She slowly released a puff of air and let her cheeks deflate. “Yes, that’s the same Michael.  He’s been teaching me how to ward and protect things…” She didn’t really need to learn because Scarlett had taught her plenty and she did go to that magical grad school for a bit, but she liked spending time with him. Learning old tricks was just an excuse to stay over longer.

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult, Cliff. Mom’s a lot of things and not all of them are good.” She could name a few of her less desirable qualities. If Cliff was honing in on her own stubborness then she could understand it. “Even if my wound was caused by a witch killing bullet… I thought it would have started to heal by now… so if you have something in your old man brain to fix it. I’d love to hear it… Maybe being fully healed will get me back to work.”

“Kid, you need work on your bullshitting abilities,” Cliff said as his head shook with such slow rising judgement.  “I thought I taught you better than this,” he said but he was her teacher and at one point, he had been her father.  Cliff let out a loud ‘hmmm’ and then followed with a ‘mmmmhm’, disbelief hung on every elongated syllable.  “Teaching you, huh?  I have things to say but as my daughter, I refuse to elaborate on what teaching could mean,” he decided.  It was easy to forget that his children are actual, full grown adults with their own lives;  constant reincarnation made it difficult to gauge time.  “Michael’s a good guy though.  I approve.”

Cliff let out a laugh that turned into a snort.  He smiled as he said, “Compliment.  I love that woman more than I can possibly show.  So, it’s definitely a compliment.”  Scarlett had never been a woman who could be counted out.  Especially when it counted.  This time around, Cliff would make sure she would know his appreciation of her.  He rose an eyebrow at Goldie, “Old man brain?”  He scoffed, then frowned slightly before he said, “But I do know a few things that could get you back to being as good as new.”

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ofvexation‌:

Cerulean and her father were the fastest when it came to figuring out who and what she was doing. Even though she thought that she was the best liar among her siblings, she found it hard to lie to her father, even if this vessel wasn’t the one that she had grown up around. “I was hanging out with Michael. So… you can save all the reminding for something else. I feel like you always do this every time I disappear for just a moment. I’m not doing anything bad and if I was, you taught me how to not get caught.” She sat back down and grabbed the edges of the counter so she wouldn’t fall. “I know you do, but shouldn’t you be more concerned about my mom… She still isn’t 100 percent… even after Ceru’s boyfriend figured out her arm.” 

“Micheal ...?” Cliff rose his eyebrow at Goldie.  He stared at her for a moment, before his eyes started to narrow at her.  Slowly, he leaned forward and said, “You know, I know that your definition of hanging out is not the regular hanging out.”  Though, Cliff looked away from her as he tried to remember who Micheal was and then it dawned on him.  His face fell flat as he finally said, “Wait?  Is this the same Michael that’s Gray’s friend?  That warlock?  Merlin’s son or some form of relation or whatever?”

“Mom’s stronger than me,” Cliff said, “Even if I show concern, that woman has always been smarter, stronger and more clever than I will ever be.”  The First Man had never been shy of telling his truth about The Mother of All;  Scarlett, no matter who she was at the time, never failed to amaze him.  He looked over at Goldie and let out a breath as he nodded his head toward her, “You’ve got a lot of your mother in you, kid.  Honestly, you do.”

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ofvexation‌:

“I’m a very busy person.” She shrugged at Cliff as a smirk grew on her lips. “I’m not going to stay in my apartment when I heard that internal affairs are being called to check on people by random. It’s like a lottery that I don’t want to be a part of right now… And my phone was off.” It wasn’t off. She just had a very good distraction who made sure to command all her attention, but she wasn’t going to share those stories with her father’s soul. She may have been an adult, but she was sure that he’d be able to ground her to her own personal version of hell. “It’s not that bad, Cliff… Hurts a little and isn’t healing too well, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

"You're never busy for family," Cliff commented on Goldie's intial response.  He stared with seriousness before it etched away as she continued to speak.  A frown came upon his face, brows furrowed as his lips pressed together before turning downward.  "I can't blame you for wanting to be away from it all," he sighed, "It's getting more and more dangerous.  You already know, I don't think I need to warn you."  Goldie had an encounter with them already which was why Cliff's concern had reached a heighten state.  He might not be Redford anymore, but the traces of Redford's emotions and past were still running through him.  He looked over at her with pure concern as she spoke.  "Well," he grinned, "If you'd asked, you'd know that I specialize in healing arts, Goldbug.  Let's see if I can't get this fixed for you."

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ofevl‌:

violence made such obscene sounds.  scarlett’s life may have been surrounded by a violent nature, but it was never something that gained her favor.  the adam-soul was completely submerged in violence - she had to commend his ability adapt through the fury of violence.  she stood silently, watching him in the midst of his fight.  he was flash as ever.

“quick work,” scarlett said as she took her eyes away from his spectacle and over to the groups in front of her.  she needed to pull them away.  it would have been easier to beat them all senseless - the regent would just need to cast a spell to kill them all in one swoop, but there were restrictions that came with their current identities.  violence was not always the answer.  not when their decisions would affect their children;  there were more important things than winning.

the quick incantations came from her as she had objects fly out, hitting the agents from a different direction.  the power of her cast shot through, hitting more and more of the agents.  as the objects flew, scarlett played the role of a helpless victim.  she gasped, pointing at the direction the objects flew from.  “i think it’s coming from there,” she threw the false information to the shot agents.  it seemed to work.  despite cliff beating the agents up, neither she or cliff had shown any form of powers.

as the shot agents edged away, scarlett lowered the tension that had risen across her.  a short breath came from her as she turned to look over cliff.  “we’re done here,” she announced to him as she folded her arms over her chest.  “we’re not going to go to our reservation,” she decided, “i’m covered in sweat.  so, absolutely not.”

“Well,” Cliff said as he grinned at Scarlett, “I did teach our kids everything they know.  Specifically about fighting.  Not everything.  All the shit that they’ve done, it wasn’t me.  They did that all on their own.”  Redford’s life with Scarlett and their children wasn’t something that he had forgotten;  despite gaining a new vessel, Cliff retained all of those memories.

When Scarlett pulled out her usual spells, Cliff drew back.  He knew better than to interrupt her when she was casting - she always looked so beautiful in her element.  All he focused on was making himself as scarce as possible as the agents pushed away from them.  Scarlett’s plan was much better than his, honestly.  He had the act first and punch everyone until they were out mentality;  that wasn’t going to cut it this time around.

“Scar, I don’t think that’s going to be an issue,” Cliff said to Scarlett as the stragglers left their immediate area.  His eyes followed them as they wandered away.  He waited until they left to release the tension in his expression.  When he was certain they were all gone, he turned to Scarlett, “I shouldn’t have acted on that.  Impulse gets hard to control when humanity keeps getting attacked.”

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ofevl‌:

scarlett stared at cliff as he kept repeating the joke.  as he repeated the words, she narrowed her eyes at him.  every moment he repeated it, she narrowed her eyes to the point that she shot daggers at him.  “enough, cliff,” scarlett said as she waved her hand in a slow circle.  “your joke is getting old, sweetie.  i’m not your children, i won’t find the jokes funny.”  this wasn’t the time to be cracking jokes, not when the adam-soul decided to draw in the shot agents.  scarlett chewed the inside of her cheek before she rolled her eyes.  “i don’t care if you make it up,” she said as she brushed her hair out of her face.  “i just want this to be over with.”

the regent’s impatience came through as she folded her arms over her chest. she frowned as she scanned the immediate surrounding, counting the agents that came through.  it was surprising to her that this many shot agents had been called out - this was a bit of overkill in her honest opinion but her partner started this whole mess.  she sighed heavily, relaxing her arms that were folded over her chest.  “this shouldn’t take too long,” scarlett said as she stepped around slowly.  the two of them have taken down more enemies, armies even.  a few shot agents surrounding them wasn’t going to be an issue.

cliff was always the first to move.  with the blink of an eye, she caught her partner run through and attack the agents.  that was what she was waiting for.  scarlett spun around to face the agents in front of her - they were all focused on cliff’s movements that their attention wasn’t on scarlett.  the regent couldn’t cast larger, more powerful spells - the witch hunters in shot made it too risky to even make an attempt at this.  she needed to draw them away without cliff being their main target.  scarlett sighed, “fine.”

the regent stepped back, muttering an incantation as she looked past their surrounding agents.  as the incantation ended, bits and pieces of the rubble around them rushed forward, hitting the agents in the back of their heads.  she gasped and pointed at a direction, “it’s over there!  that’s where these are coming from!”  as she feigned the fright, the agents nodded and a few started to head that direction to capture whatever fake mutant had been there.  it wasn’t enough, but it did soften the amount of people that cliff needed to fight.

Humor had never been something Cliff had been talented in, but that never stopped him from attempting it.  In all honesty, that could have been his mantra on almost everything:  Not good at it, but going to attempt it anyway.  “Yeah, yeah,” Cliff said as he waved his hand in the air.  He looked over to Scarlett, smiling that expression she made.  It was impossible not to be infatuated with her.  “I’ll make it quick, scar,” he promised her.

All it took was a second for Cliff to get behind those who surrounded them.  He hovered back, the stolen gun in hand as he rushed behind them.  Despite these agents being trained, a moving target was always much harder to hit.  He stepped back, throwing an elbow at the nearest agent, then followed back with switching the thrown attack to an uppercut before he smacked the end of the stolen gun at the head of the agent beside him.  Quickly, he ducked under the thrown punch.  As he squatted down, he aimed the gun across - one, two, three, fourfivesix - it brought six down.  This was too easy.

Cliff was ready to taunt, but paused as he saw the rubble fly past him and hit the back of those agents heads.  He may have been good at attacks, but Scarlett had always been better at coming up with plans on how to deal with things.  They’d been around long enough to fight armies, destroy kingdoms and raise their own, but Scarlett’s intelligence had always been the reason.  It was smarter to draw most of them away instead of brawling with each and every single one of them.

“You know,” Cliff said, grinning at Scarlett, “If we finish this up, we might actually make those reservations, Scar.”  He withdrew his grin as he knew full well that his timing was poor.

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“You are a very difficult person to get a hold of, you know that?” Cliff said.  There was less annoyance in his voice and more admiration - the man had been trained for tracking those that were difficult to find and yet, his own daughter (in his previous life) had managed to evade him.  “I went to your apartment, nada.  Tried calling you a few times, nada.”  He looked at her, then his eyes moved over to where her wound had been.  “With that on you, we gotta take extra-precautions, bug,” he said, concerned evident in his tone now.  “Besides, with the amount of SHOT agents and their witch-hunter selves around, we have to be extra careful.” // @ofvexation

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ofevl‌:

scarlett’s eyes flashed great annoyance at cliff;  her lips twisted in annoyance as she place her hands on her hips.  "you need to stop,“ scarlett scolded him, "you’ve already seen what meddling does.  i just got my arm back.  i’m not willing to lost it again, heathcliff.”  her eyes narrowed at him, but only for a moment.  despite how angry she could get at her soulmate, it never lasted too long and that was one of her many weaknesses.  the regent relaxed her stance, letting her arms fall to the side before she started to walk off.  the walk was short lived as she heard his voice.  a quiet groan came from her as she turned back to him.  "you owe me, cliff,“ she pointed her finger at him accusingly, "you’re the reason we’re even in the mess.  you owe me.”

scarlett turned her attention to the passersby, scanning their immediate area and counting how many where present.  unfortunately, she was aware that whenever her husband would get into one of these brawls, innocent causalities would add up.  scarlett muttered a spell in latin, casting it on the passersby to quickly leave their vicinity.  they didn’t need people to stand around and gawk at the display that would come out.  "okay,“ she turned to him, "you can star–,” scarlett’s words halted as she glared at the shot agents that were now surrounding them.  so much for keeping everything low profile.

"Ah, there's that seriousness," Cliff said, pointing at Scarlett's expression.  He looked at her and with all honesty and sincerity said, "If that happens again, I'd be more than willing to give you a hand, hon."  He gave time for the joke to land before he said, "I would definitely give you a hand."  It wasn't funny but he figured that maybe if he kept repeating it, it would eventually get funny.  In the depths of his heart, he knew the was wrong.  The repetition ended as he watched Scarlett start to walk away - she never could get mad at him, not for too long and he knew that.  "I know, Scar," he said as he turned his attention from Scarlett toward the obvious shuffling around them.  The SHOT agents were trained - Cliff's most recent life had followed the path of a war hero - so he could pick out the commands and formations these agents were following up at.  He sighed before he looked over to Scarlett with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you.  I promise."

All he could do was watch in admiration the magic Scarlett performed.  Watching her cast was one of his favorite things to do, regardless of what vessel they were in.  If he didn't know she cast the spell to remove the people around them, he'd have just chalked it up as a coincidence.  "How annoying," Cliff said as he scanned them.  This was a common formation, surround and close-in.  It would work on lesser people, but this was the First Man and the Mother of All - they would need to better than that.  Cliff threw his hands in the air as he jested, "Come on, fellas.  It wasn't that serious.  Th--," Cliff stopped as he caught the tempation of movement in his peripheral vision.  At the short movement, Cliff turned to that direction - he sped forward, lunging at the agent.

"Uh-huh," he grinned as he reached for the agent's gun holster.  He pulled it out with his right hand as he elbowed the man with his left.  With the gun in hand, he went around their circle - if he was outside of it, he couldn't box it in.  With every passing second, his eyes went over to Scarlett;  he wanted to make sure that she was okay before he would carry on with taking down the selection of agents in front of them.

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amcraxwclf‌:

Arching a brow, the vampire stepped over a body as she continued to take a good look around. “Yet. They can’t afford for you to get serious yet.” she concluded. Without a doubt, back up should be arriving soon. It’ll certainly make things all the more exciting here, that is if she’s willing to get involved in the crossfire. “Oh Cliff, I’m not the one who you should be providing an explanation.”  Amara then pointed a finger at the SHOT agents who were being deployed their way. “Are you planning to walk this off or put up a fight hm?”

"They can't afford for me to get serious, period." Cliff put emphasis on his previous sentiment.  The advantages that came with the experiences of being present since the creation of man were vast;  his experience with the world betrayed the laid-back nature that the man so often portrayed.  He turned his gaze away from Amara and over to the agents that ungracefully marched over to their direction.  Attention always came when it was least wanted.  The man shrugged, "It looks like you're willing to fight.  So, I might just leave it to you.  I do have reservations that I can't miss."

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billedhopes‌:

Billie didn’t believe him.  Scarlett didn’t seem like a woman who would pick someone unimportant to be romantically involved with.  Though, Billie couldn’t blame Scarlett if it was just a physical thing.  Her eyes moved up, admiring his face as he suggested they should leave.  “Yeah …,” the teen frowned before she nodded in agreement.  The last run-in with SHOT wasn’t something she was ready to handle.  Not yet.  “… so you claim to be no one, but you know all about the coven?” Billie asked, tilting her head slightly and being a little more than meddlesome.

"Scarlett trusts me," Cliff decided that was enough of an explanation.  Without a doubt, Scarlett was more authoritative than him;  she commanded more authority, more fear but ultimately more respect, which was fine with him.  Scarlett deserved the recognition and he liked to do the heavy lifting in the background.  He cast another glance at the girl, "I also know that you should stay close since your last run-in with these guys didn't end so well."  His gaze moved away from Billie and over to where an escape could be made.  "Follow me," he said as he briskly headed toward another direction.

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fauxfiictional‌:

That was a bullshit response if he’d ever heard one and as a ranger, Bryshere heard them all.  He looked over at the man, trying to recall if he’d ever seen him before either during patrols or from the mounds of information at IS.  The Black Ranger cursed himself for not being able to figure it out;  there had been too many things happening in Ceres at the moment that he couldn’t really settle his thoughts.  He cleared his throat, “Yeah, sure.  Ran into your fists, willingly.”  Bryshere half-rolled his eyes as he looked over at Cliff.  This man was not someone who should be underestimated.

Bryshere’s brows furrowed as he looked at the man.  Did he just insult him?  He wasn’t sure.  “… you might be too late,” Bryshere replied as he looked over to the trotting agents headed their way.  “You might need to tell your wife to start picking out your grave.  They look like they’re ready to kill you.”

The lack of belief in his words was expected.  Cliff gave the younger man a confident smile before he said, "Hey, I'm not the one looking for a fight, kid.  I was literally just passing by."  Though there was a playfulness in his tone, there was enough truth in what he said - he had been headed home when he saw the scuffle.  He smirked at the obvious skepticism from the man and nodded, "Look, believe what you want to but I'm telling you the truth."  It was best not to reveal too much.  They say that the truth will set you free but given how long cliff had been in the world, he knew poorly timed truths often lead to worse circumstances.  He turned to face him, "Why?"

That playfulness left Cliff as he looked over to the agents ungracefully headed their way.  He let out an annoyed groan as he threw his head back in frustration.  "Why?" Cliff asked to the sky as he was talking to his Father.  He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh.  "Looks like they're just going to have to learn to stop running into my fist," Cliff said as he turned to face the incoming agents.  "I gotta make quick work on this.  The lady is waiting for me."

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indxgoes‌:

At this very moment, Indigo understood why his mother would argue with her supposed soulmate.  Impulsive, brash and crude - Indigo could see many traits that his siblings shared with the soul of what was once their father’s.  “You’re ridiculous,” Indigo spat out at the man feigning some false sense of innocence.  He slid his hands into his jacket’s pocket before he rolled his eyes, “Why pretend when you already know the truth?”  Liars were annoying, especially people like that shared his father’s soul.  “You should probably leave soon, Cliff,” Indigo refused to call him father, “SHOT’s agents never fail to extract their revenge on morons who trip into their traps.”

“You could stand to lighten up more, Indigo,” Cliff said, shaking his head as a smile gradually showed up.  He couldn’t remember why Indigo started to become this way but that was his kid - well, Redford’s kid but the soul was the same thing - and family was family.  “If they come, they come.  I’ve been itching for a fight recently.  Too much resolved tension.”  He looked over at Indigo before he tilted his head, “Looks like you’ve got a bunch of tension in you too.  Everything alright, kid?”

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reichhardt‌:

Christine was a fighter, but she wasn’t just going to jump into every situation without thinking a little bit first. She had an image to uphold and the last thing she wanted was for people to think that she and her family wanted the trouble. Scandals weren’t difficult to come across, but bringing them to the Knight family was a clear no. She figured that was why a lot of the Knights didn’t like Jackson. She pocketed her phone after recording the full altercation. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do with the video, but just standing there and doing nothing was probably the worst that she could do, especially since she recognized this guy. Christine could only think to a point and when she launched a punch to a SHOT agent’s face, she had stopped thinking. “Oh shit.” She hissed when her fist connected and after it sunk in what she just did, she looked over at him with wide eyes. “Yoo… so we gotta stop runnin’ into each other like this.” 

Modern technology was menace when it came to trying to do things on the down-low.  Not that Cliff would have done things any differently, considering he’d always been the punch first, ask questions later sort of man.  He sighed, content for a moment until he heard the sound of a fist connecting with flesh.  He turned to face the woman who caused it before he pointed at her, “Oh, shit.  You’re right.  We do need to stop running into each other like this.”  There was a laugh that came after he said that, followed by an amused grin.  “But something tells me this isn’t something that we can avoid,” Cliff said as he looked over to the incoming agents.  “But, let’s help with making sure we don’t get too recognized,” Cliff said as he quietly muttered an incantation to break all of the camera-phones in the immediate area.  “It’d be trouble for both us if our faces are plastered around social media,” he said as he nodded at her, “Considering you’ve got the Knight’s image to unfortunately uphold.”