Let's Kill Tonight

Blog for Lloyd Marchog (Theocracy Project) (More will come as I try)

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

“And you are?” Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

A look of uncomfortablity came across his face when she made contact with his shoulder, but knew that some people cannot help but cry.

“There there.” Patting her head while trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.

[fixtrixashoo]

She could not stop the quiet tears, falling down her cheeks, making small “flud” sounds and dark spots landing on the cement. Once they started they wouldn’t stop. She wiped at her tears uselessly, then just gave up and covered her face with her hands. 
Remaining like that for some time, finally the tears stopped. They had been pend up for so long inside of her, now she kinda felt a little empty. 
Suddenly realizing that Crow was petting her head, she held her breath. It was a weirdly kind sensation, but not unwelcome she decided. It was ´nice´ she thought, she liked nice right now. He was even making soothing sounds she smiled. So she pushed herself a little out from his chest so she could look up at him, and gave Crow her best `thank-you` smile. “Does your name has anything to do with Odin´s crows?” She wiped her eyes.

[arcticsirius]

Surprised, Lloyd replied “No. Hadn’t thought of that. “Crow” is because of an old nickname I once had. People just seemed to start calling me Crow. Though in actuallity I prefer ravens over them.”

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

“And you are?” Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

“No problem.” Rising to step over to the kitchen fridge, Lloyd brought out eggs, ham, and cheese. Hilda moved towards the kitchen as well to bring out a pan, and started the stove.

“Is an omelette fine with you? Plenty of iron and protein.”

[fixtrixashoo]

She sits dangling her toes over the edge of the chair. Standing up she hangs her jacket on a coat rack beside the door. She removes her shoes too and sits back at the table. Wondering if she should help with something. She stand up moving, toward a pantry on the wall opening it. “How many plates should i take?” She look at Lioyd.

[arcticsirius]

“Two should be enough.” Moving to the fridge, Lloyd grabbed a carton of eggs and placed them by the stove. Moving by Trix, he snatched a bowl from over her head. Soon cracking the eggs into the bowl when he returned, he used a nearby whisk to beat them into a liquid form.

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix placed the two plates on the dining table. Finding forks and cups, she thought it looked quite nice. She wanted to put flowers on the table too, her mom always did, but thought that would be too much. “So what do you do mr … I cant remember if i got your name?” she was standing with her back turned, running her fingers over a plate.

[corvidae-prince]

“I do nothing of your concern. And you may call me Crow. Most seem to call me that now a days.” Blankly answering back as he began to pour the mixed egg onto a simmering pan. Hilda remained watchful of Trix. 

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix frowned meeting his nonchalant wall at her question, but said “Fair enough.” She had done the same to him. So she sighed, accepting her distrust had breath distrust. She stood up and walked quietly over beside him. She just stood there looking at him. He looked about the same age as her, she decided. Though his youth was buried deep. He looked worn, most people did these days, war and sorrow maring their faces, but this man had more stone in his face than that. More then the latest couple of years could have made, he looked like he had to furrow his brow from a very young age. And then she let her defences fall a little. Not because she trusted him, Von know she didn’t, there was something off about him she thought. But there was enough sadness and distrust in this world. She did not want to lie and deceive anymore. She wanted to go home to to warmth and flowers on the table. Looking aggressively at him she leans in toward him “I´m A Spy For Von.”

[corvidae-prince]

Upon hearing those words, something snapped in the back of his mind. Lloyd stopped mixing and placed his hands on the counter. A grim smile began to creep over his face as his eyes widened.

Baring his teeth, he turned to face her “A spy? For Von?!”

Breathing deeply, one could hear the rasps of air as it was forced through his lungs and windpipe.

Turning to Hilda “Hilda, we have a rather unwelcome guest.”

And facing back towards Trix he uttered one word. “Run.”

[fixtrixashoo]

Her eyes got big at his suddenly creepy face, but she did not move. “I don’t like Von.” Willing herself to breath “And I won’t run. Cause I am not prey.” Breathing deeply again “And i dont want to die.”

[corvidae-prince]

“If you’re a spy for Von, why work for them?” Snarling at Trix meanwhile Hilda armed herself as blades jutted out from her mechanical parts.

[fixtrixashoo]

She knew objectively, she should be affright, she could hear the weapons being drawn. So she spoke carefully, instead of just being snarky and saying money and letting that be that. It, she knew, would be too short an explanation, it was not the time for sarcastic.

She really hated talking about herself and her past stupidity. In her opinion; people dwelling on the past just wanted a pithy party.

“The reason anyone does anything - for money, honor or love. I wanted to save the world. Even though i was in way over my head, even before i took the first step into the water.” 

She had been talking to the floor, but looked up at Lloyd now. She didn’t look scared or pointed as she had before. Her voice just sounded dead and a little raspy from holding back the annoyance she felt at the memories. “The water being a metaphor for the war.” She shifted her weight so she was facing the cyborg lady too. “One of my friends owed money too a shady branch of the polizei. They would have killed him, cause he could not pay. So i went to them and arranged a deal where i payed of his debt with information.” 

Her voice wavered. “I worked at as a currier then. They wanted info about The rebelion. That was easy enough, the rebels was bad, just hooligans, the newspaper told and showed pictures of buildings the rebels set on fire! It was just names and addresses i read in classified documents and letters! They had no faces!” Her throat closed around her words, and she felt like she had to throw up. Hugging her stomach she folded in on herself, the sudden realization of what she had done crushing her. She couldn’t breath. “I´ve killed people!” she cried in fear. “I´ve killed them” This time she was just murmuring to herself.

[corvidae-prince]

Looking down at Trix, both figuratively and literally, he got down to the floor to stare her in the eyes with his one eye. He let out “I’ve killed people. Personally. With my own two hands. But what you did, was betrayal. You may not have killed people with your own hands like I have, but you did something I believe to be far worse. Taking their trust. Their hope. And throwing it out the door. And all for what?” He reached out to cusp the side of her face with his left hand “Their ghosts will haunt you until the day you die or you find a way to fix what you've’ve down wrong. And even then, the horror of what you’ve done may not be enough to wash away your sins.”

Hilda retracted her weapons and spoke softly “Master is right.”

[fixtrixashoo]

She really wanted to stay there, on the floor with his hand on her face, just for one moment more. But her mouth wouldn’t have it, vile words moved up through her throat.

“ha, im not gonna save nobody” Nausea made her voice sound ugly and hatefull.

“I never wanted to be part of this war - I still don’t.“

The rebellion is not all sunshine, and there is good people working for Von. They are all just people. Lonely and confused. Like us. And I’m not in position to help any of them.

Last time I tried to help someone, it ended badly  . . He is probably dead now too anyway.” She laughed humorlessly “I wasn’t even a good snitch, I couldn’t see it through. I saw my friend Ri.. Radio´s name, It was her name on one of my rebel-lists.  I panicked, began to give them wrong information. To protect her. I gave them a address they thought was a abandoned rebel storage unit. It was not abandoned, and they… they did not come back.”

“No” “I will bear the people i have hurt. It is my burden. But it is not math that can be added up or be subtracted from. It will just be there. Forever a part of me. A part of my story. I Can Not “F I X” it.” She practically spat the last words. Who did he think he was. Talking about redemption and washing away sins.

“Life IS people doing things to each other, both good and bad. People come and they leave again.” Her voice became breathy. Like she was affright to wish for this much.

“I´m just trying not to leave anymore scars when i leve.”

[corvidae-prince]

Lloyd leaned against the counter “Scars will remain. All you can do is try to move past them and accept them as part of your self. Life is suffering. But it is also bliss. You will leave scars wherever you go. Some just go deeper than others.” 

[fixtrixashoo]

“Yes” She felt relieved, because it sounded like he understood. She slumped and leaned into his chest, pressing her forehead into his shoulder. Hot tears, she wasn’t sure she understood, started rolling down her cheeks dripping to the floor. “Are you quoting somebody? it sounded real deep.”

[corvidae-prince]

A look of uncomfortablity came across his face when she made contact with his shoulder, but knew that some people cannot help but cry.

“There there.” Patting her head while trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

“And you are?” Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

“No problem.” Rising to step over to the kitchen fridge, Lloyd brought out eggs, ham, and cheese. Hilda moved towards the kitchen as well to bring out a pan, and started the stove.

“Is an omelette fine with you? Plenty of iron and protein.”

[fixtrixashoo]

She sits dangling her toes over the edge of the chair. Standing up she hangs her jacket on a coat rack beside the door. She removes her shoes too and sits back at the table. Wondering if she should help with something. She stand up moving, toward a pantry on the wall opening it. “How many plates should i take?” She look at Lioyd.

[arcticsirius]

“Two should be enough.” Moving to the fridge, Lloyd grabbed a carton of eggs and placed them by the stove. Moving by Trix, he snatched a bowl from over her head. Soon cracking the eggs into the bowl when he returned, he used a nearby whisk to beat them into a liquid form.

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix placed the two plates on the dining table. Finding forks and cups, she thought it looked quite nice. She wanted to put flowers on the table too, her mom always did, but thought that would be too much. “So what do you do mr … I cant remember if i got your name?” she was standing with her back turned, running her fingers over a plate.

[corvidae-prince]

“I do nothing of your concern. And you may call me Crow. Most seem to call me that now a days.” Blankly answering back as he began to pour the mixed egg onto a simmering pan. Hilda remained watchful of Trix. 

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix frowned meeting his nonchalant wall at her question, but said “Fair enough.” She had done the same to him. So she sighed, accepting her distrust had breath distrust. She stood up and walked quietly over beside him. She just stood there looking at him. He looked about the same age as her, she decided. Though his youth was buried deep. He looked worn, most people did these days, war and sorrow maring their faces, but this man had more stone in his face than that. More then the latest couple of years could have made, he looked like he had to furrow his brow from a very young age. And then she let her defences fall a little. Not because she trusted him, Von know she didn’t, there was something off about him she thought. But there was enough sadness and distrust in this world. She did not want to lie and deceive anymore. She wanted to go home to to warmth and flowers on the table. Looking aggressively at him she leans in toward him “I´m A Spy For Von.”

[corvidae-prince]

Upon hearing those words, something snapped in the back of his mind. Lloyd stopped mixing and placed his hands on the counter. A grim smile began to creep over his face as his eyes widened.

Baring his teeth, he turned to face her “A spy? For Von?!”

Breathing deeply, one could hear the rasps of air as it was forced through his lungs and windpipe.

Turning to Hilda “Hilda, we have a rather unwelcome guest.”

And facing back towards Trix he uttered one word. “Run.”

[fixtrixashoo]

Her eyes got big at his suddenly creepy face, but she did not move. “I don’t like Von.” Willing herself to breath “And I won’t run. Cause I am not prey.” Breathing deeply again “And i dont want to die.”

[corvidae-prince]

“If you’re a spy for Von, why work for them?” Snarling at Trix meanwhile Hilda armed herself as blades jutted out from her mechanical parts.

[fixtrixashoo]

She knew objectively, she should be affright, she could hear the weapons being drawn. So she spoke carefully, instead of just being snarky and saying money and letting that be that. It, she knew, would be too short an explanation, it was not the time for sarcastic.

She really hated talking about herself and her past stupidity. In her opinion; people dwelling on the past just wanted a pithy party.

“The reason anyone does anything - for money, honor or love. I wanted to save the world. Even though i was in way over my head, even before i took the first step into the water.” 

She had been talking to the floor, but looked up at Lloyd now. She didn’t look scared or pointed as she had before. Her voice just sounded dead and a little raspy from holding back the annoyance she felt at the memories. “The water being a metaphor for the war.” She shifted her weight so she was facing the cyborg lady too. “One of my friends owed money too a shady branch of the polizei. They would have killed him, cause he could not pay. So i went to them and arranged a deal where i payed of his debt with information.” 

Her voice wavered. “I worked at as a currier then. They wanted info about The rebelion. That was easy enough, the rebels was bad, just hooligans, the newspaper told and showed pictures of buildings the rebels set on fire! It was just names and addresses i read in classified documents and letters! They had no faces!” Her throat closed around her words, and she felt like she had to throw up. Hugging her stomach she folded in on herself, the sudden realization of what she had done crushing her. She couldn’t breath. “I´ve killed people!” she cried in fear. “I´ve killed them” This time she was just murmuring to herself.

[corvidae-prince]

Looking down at Trix, both figuratively and literally, he got down to the floor to stare her in the eyes with his one eye. He let out “I’ve killed people. Personally. With my own two hands. But what you did, was betrayal. You may not have killed people with your own hands like I have, but you did something I believe to be far worse. Taking their trust. Their hope. And throwing it out the door. And all for what?” He reached out to cusp the side of her face with his left hand “Their ghosts will haunt you until the day you die or you find a way to fix what you've’ve down wrong. And even then, the horror of what you’ve done may not be enough to wash away your sins.”

Hilda retracted her weapons and spoke softly “Master is right.”

[fixtrixashoo]

She really wanted to stay there, on the floor with his hand on her face, just for one moment more. But her mouth wouldn’t have it, vile words moved up through her throat.

“ha, im not gonna save nobody” Nausea made her voice sound ugly and hatefull.

“I never wanted to be part of this war - I still don’t.“

The rebellion is not all sunshine, and there is good people working for Von. They are all just people. Lonely and confused. Like us. And I’m not in position to help any of them.

Last time I tried to help someone, it ended badly  . . He is probably dead now too anyway.” She laughed humorlessly "I wasn’t even a good snitch, I couldn’t see it through. I saw my friend Ri.. Radio´s name, It was her name on one of my rebel-lists.  I panicked, began to give them wrong information. To protect her. I gave them a address they thought was a abandoned rebel storage unit. It was not abandoned, and they… they did not come back.”

“No” “I will bear the people i have hurt. It is my burden. But it is not math that can be added up or be subtracted from. It will just be there. Forever a part of me. A part of my story. I Can Not “F I X” it.” She practically spat the last words. Who did he think he was. Talking about redemption and washing away sins.

“Life IS people doing things to each other, both good and bad. People come and they leave again.” Her voice became breathy. Like she was affright to wish for this much.

“I´m just trying not to leave anymore scars when i leve.”

[corvidae-prince]

Lloyd leaned against the counter “Scars will remain. All you can do is try to move past them and accept them as part of your self. Life is suffering. But it is also bliss. You will leave scars wherever you go. Some just go deeper than others.” 

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

“And you are?” Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

“No problem.” Rising to step over to the kitchen fridge, Lloyd brought out eggs, ham, and cheese. Hilda moved towards the kitchen as well to bring out a pan, and started the stove.

“Is an omelette fine with you? Plenty of iron and protein.”

[fixtrixashoo]

She sits dangling her toes over the edge of the chair. Standing up she hangs her jacket on a coat rack beside the door. She removes her shoes too and sits back at the table. Wondering if she should help with something. She stand up moving, toward a pantry on the wall opening it. “How many plates should i take?” She look at Lioyd.

[arcticsirius]

“Two should be enough.” Moving to the fridge, Lloyd grabbed a carton of eggs and placed them by the stove. Moving by Trix, he snatched a bowl from over her head. Soon cracking the eggs into the bowl when he returned, he used a nearby whisk to beat them into a liquid form.

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix placed the two plates on the dining table. Finding forks and cups, she thought it looked quite nice. She wanted to put flowers on the table too, her mom always did, but thought that would be too much. “So what do you do mr … I cant remember if i got your name?” she was standing with her back turned, running her fingers over a plate.

[corvidae-prince]

“I do nothing of your concern. And you may call me Crow. Most seem to call me that now a days.” Blankly answering back as he began to pour the mixed egg onto a simmering pan. Hilda remained watchful of Trix. 

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix frowned meeting his nonchalant wall at her question, but said “Fair enough.” She had done the same to him. So she sighed, accepting her distrust had breath distrust. She stood up and walked quietly over beside him. She just stood there looking at him. He looked about the same age as her, she decided. Though his youth was buried deep. He looked worn, most people did these days, war and sorrow maring their faces, but this man had more stone in his face than that. More then the latest couple of years could have made, he looked like he had to furrow his brow from a very young age. And then she let her defences fall a little. Not because she trusted him, Von know she didn’t, there was something off about him she thought. But there was enough sadness and distrust in this world. She did not want to lie and deceive anymore. She wanted to go home to to warmth and flowers on the table. Looking aggressively at him she leans in toward him “I´m A Spy For Von.”

[corvidae-prince]

Upon hearing those words, something snapped in the back of his mind. Lloyd stopped mixing and placed his hands on the counter. A grim smile began to creep over his face as his eyes widened.

Baring his teeth, he turned to face her “A spy? For Von?!”

Breathing deeply, one could hear the rasps of air as it was forced through his lungs and windpipe.

Turning to Hilda “Hilda, we have a rather unwelcome guest.”

And facing back towards Trix he uttered one word. “Run.”

[fixtrixashoo]

Her eyes got big at his suddenly creepy face, but she did not move. “I don’t like Von.” Willing herself to breath “And I won’t run. Cause I am not prey.” Breathing deeply again “And i dont want to die.”

[corvidae-prince]

“If you’re a spy for Von, why work for them?” Snarling at Trix meanwhile Hilda armed herself as blades jutted out from her mechanical parts.

[fixtrixashoo]

She knew objectively, she should be affright, she could hear the weapons being drawn. So she spoke carefully, instead of just being snarky and saying money and letting that be that. It, she knew, would be too short an explanation, it was not the time for sarcastic.

She really hated talking about herself and her past stupidity. In her opinion; people dwelling on the past just wanted a pithy party.

“The reason anyone does anything - for money, honor or love. I wanted to save the world. Even though i was in way over my head, even before i took the first step into the water.” 

She had been talking to the floor, but looked up at Lloyd now. She didn’t look scared or pointed as she had before. Her voice just sounded dead and a little raspy from holding back the annoyance she felt at the memories. “The water being a metaphor for the war.” She shifted her weight so she was facing the cyborg lady too. “One of my friends owed money too a shady branch of the polizei. They would have killed him, cause he could not pay. So i went to them and arranged a deal where i payed of his debt with information.” 

Her voice wavered. “I worked at as a currier then. They wanted info about The rebelion. That was easy enough, the rebels was bad, just hooligans, the newspaper told and showed pictures of buildings the rebels set on fire! It was just names and addresses i read in classified documents and letters! They had no faces!” Her throat closed around her words, and she felt like she had to throw up. Hugging her stomach she folded in on herself, the sudden realization of what she had done crushing her. She couldn’t breath. “I´ve killed people!” she cried in fear. “I´ve killed them” This time she was just murmuring to herself.

[corvidae-prince]

Looking down at Trix, both figuratively and literally, he got down to the floor to stare her in the eyes with his one eye. He let out “I've killed people. Personally. With my own two hands. But what you did, was betrayal. You may not have killed people with your own hands like I have, but you did something I believe to be far worse. Taking their trust. Their hope. And throwing it out the door. And all for what?” He reached out to cusp the side of her face with his left hand “Their ghosts will haunt you until the day you die or you find a way to fix what you've’ve down wrong. And even then, the horror of what you’ve done may not be enough to wash away your sins.”

Hilda retracted her weapons and spoke softly “Master is right.”

[corvidae-prince]

Can you heaR the people screaming?

Do You know 1f you're awake?

Do you kNow if you've been bad or 9ood?

Sit tight, for goodness sake.

You can’t run, but When I c0me. I woN’+ be H3ard. Face-to-face I wiLl judge you and your soul. If guilty, Please don’t scream. It only makes the pain worse. I will have my R3V3N93.

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

“And you are?” Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

“No problem.” Rising to step over to the kitchen fridge, Lloyd brought out eggs, ham, and cheese. Hilda moved towards the kitchen as well to bring out a pan, and started the stove.

“Is an omelette fine with you? Plenty of iron and protein.”

[fixtrixashoo]

She sits dangling her toes over the edge of the chair. Standing up she hangs her jacket on a coat rack beside the door. She removes her shoes too and sits back at the table. Wondering if she should help with something. She stand up moving, toward a pantry on the wall opening it. “How many plates should i take?” She look at Lioyd.

[arcticsirius]

“Two should be enough.” Moving to the fridge, Lloyd grabbed a carton of eggs and placed them by the stove. Moving by Trix, he snatched a bowl from over her head. Soon cracking the eggs into the bowl when he returned, he used a nearby whisk to beat them into a liquid form.

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix placed the two plates on the dining table. Finding forks and cups, she thought it looked quite nice. She wanted to put flowers on the table too, her mom always did, but thought that would be too much. “So what do you do mr … I cant remember if i got your name?” she was standing with her back turned, running her fingers over a plate.

[corvidae-prince]

“I do nothing of your concern. And you may call me Crow. Most seem to call me that now a days.” Blankly answering back as he began to pour the mixed egg onto a simmering pan. Hilda remained watchful of Trix. 

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix frowned meeting his nonchalant wall at her question, but said “Fair enough.” She had done the same to him. So she sighed, accepting her distrust had breath distrust. She stood up and walked quietly over beside him. She just stood there looking at him. He looked about the same age as her, she decided. Though his youth was buried deep. He looked worn, most people did these days, war and sorrow maring their faces, but this man had more stone in his face than that. More then the latest couple of years could have made, he looked like he had to furrow his brow from a very young age. And then she let her defences fall a little. Not because she trusted him, Von know she didn’t, there was something off about him she thought. But there was enough sadness and distrust in this world. She did not want to lie and deceive anymore. She wanted to go home to to warmth and flowers on the table. Looking aggressively at him she leans in toward him “I´m A Spy For Von.”

[corvidae-prince]

Upon hearing those words, something snapped in the back of his mind. Lloyd stopped mixing and placed his hands on the counter. A grim smile began to creep over his face as his eyes widened.

Baring his teeth, he turned to face her “A spy? For Von?!”

Breathing deeply, one could hear the rasps of air as it was forced through his lungs and windpipe.

Turning to Hilda “Hilda, we have a rather unwelcome guest.”

And facing back towards Trix he uttered one word. “Run.”

[fixtrixashoo]

Her eyes got big at his suddenly creepy face, but she did not move. “I don’t like Von.” Willing herself to breath “And I won’t run. Cause I am not prey.” Breathing deeply again “And i dont want to die.”

[corvidae-prince]

"If you're a spy for Von, why work for them?" Snarling at Trix meanwhile Hilda armed herself as blades jutted out from her mechanical parts.

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

“And you are?” Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

“No problem.” Rising to step over to the kitchen fridge, Lloyd brought out eggs, ham, and cheese. Hilda moved towards the kitchen as well to bring out a pan, and started the stove.

“Is an omelette fine with you? Plenty of iron and protein.”

[fixtrixashoo]

She sits dangling her toes over the edge of the chair. Standing up she hangs her jacket on a coat rack beside the door. She removes her shoes too and sits back at the table. Wondering if she should help with something. She stand up moving, toward a pantry on the wall opening it. “How many plates should i take?” She look at Lioyd.

[arcticsirius]

“Two should be enough.” Moving to the fridge, Lloyd grabbed a carton of eggs and placed them by the stove. Moving by Trix, he snatched a bowl from over her head. Soon cracking the eggs into the bowl when he returned, he used a nearby whisk to beat them into a liquid form.

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix placed the two plates on the dining table. Finding forks and cups, she thought it looked quite nice. She wanted to put flowers on the table too, her mom always did, but thought that would be too much. “So what do you do mr … I cant remember if i got your name?” she was standing with her back turned, running her fingers over a plate.

[corvidae-prince]

“I do nothing of your concern. And you may call me Crow. Most seem to call me that now a days.” Blankly answering back as he began to pour the mixed egg onto a simmering pan. Hilda remained watchful of Trix. 

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix frowned meeting his nonchalant wall at her question, but said “Fair enough.” She had done the same to him. So she sighed, accepting her distrust had breath distrust. She stood up and walked quietly over beside him. She just stood there looking at him. He looked about the same age as her, she decided. Though his youth was buried deep. He looked worn, most people did these days, war and sorrow maring their faces, but this man had more stone in his face than that. More then the latest couple of years could have made, he looked like he had to furrow his brow from a very young age. And then she let her defences fall a little. Not because she trusted him, Von know she didn’t, there was something off about him she thought. But there was enough sadness and distrust in this world. She did not want to lie and deceive anymore. She wanted to go home to to warmth and flowers on the table. Looking aggressively at him she leans in toward him “I´m A Spy For Von.”

[corvidae-prince]

Upon hearing those words, something snapped in the back of his mind. Lloyd stopped mixing and placed his hands on the counter. A grim smile began to creep over his face as his eyes widened.

Baring his teeth, he turned to face her “A spy? For Von?!”

Breathing deeply, one could hear the rasps of air as it was forced through his lungs and windpipe.

Turning to Hilda “Hilda, we have a rather unwelcome guest.”

And facing back towards Trix he uttered one word. “Run.”

[corvidae-prince]

Alleyways always provided the best protection, Lyth had learned this is the many years she had spent in the streets, and tonight wasn't the first time her blood had stained their concrete either surprisingly. Some guards decided it was a good time for some cyborg violence, and she had luckily been passing by, just her luck, she didn't even have a chance to fight back. She stumbled farther into the passage as she wiped the blood from her face, focusing on the graffiti to stop from fainting.

“You alright there?” A figure spoke from above the graffiti on the wall. Jumping down to meet Lyth without a problem, he rised to look them in the eye with his.

[corvidae-prince]

“Is that a nod for a ‘yes, help me’? Because either way, I’ll be the one doing the stitching.” Lloyd glared into her eyes. His breathing still, face cold, and remained still as a statue. He wouldn’t let Lyth be a fool. And considering how they had just met, he had no problem using force to make a point.

Not that it would be much effort anyways.

[lyinglyth]

“Get on with it.” She growled, refusing to meet his gaze and instead tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling, snapping her fingers twice and letting her hand fall to the empty space besides the chair, which was soon replaced with Comet pushing his head into her palm.

“Good dog.” She breathed, running her fingers through his fur to distract herself from what was to come.

[corvidae-prince]

“Hold still, and bite onto something soft.” Lloyd took a cloth and splashed it with the vodka, pressing it on the wound he began to wipe it clean. Ignoring any sound or squirm Lyth made, he continued with delicacy.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth hissed through clenched teeth, bringing her free hand to her mouth and biting the fleshy part of her palm, forcing herself to take long, slow breaths so she didn’t end up freaking out. She felt entirely out of control at the moment, which is a feeling she preferred not to have, but she sat as still as possible for him, opting to close her eyes now so her head could hang down, hair falling to cover her face.

[corvidae-prince]

“I said, hold still.” Giving off a Lloyd sigh, Lloyd grabbed the needle and thread and began to get to work.

“This, this may hurt more. Depending on how you handle pain.” Calming saying before he lifted the portion of his patch covering his eye for better vision, Lloyd started at the back of the wound.

Humming to himself, ignoring the sounds Lyth would make and occasionally holding her still with one hand when they moved to much.

[lyinglyth]

“I can manage fine-” She breathed, her defence cut short as the needle pierced her skin and sent a white hot pain through her abdomen, making a low groan rise from the back of her throat, somehow having someone else do this hurting for more then when she fixed herself, perhaps because she always did it drunk.

After a few more stitches she went into a sort of “off” mode, pushing away her thoughts and focusing on a single thing, which was a crack in her wall, and her struggle passed slowly until she could control her squirming, eyes blank and lacking emotion, though she still felt the pain, she’d rather look like she didn’t.

[corvidae-prince]

“Almost done.” Lloyd effortlessly continued to stitch. He didn’t mind the scent of blood, though he remained calm and tried not to let it send him over.

Flashes of dead bodies would shoot through his mind. People in which he had killed. Yet here he was, doing the opposite. Sewing shut a wound instead of ripping further into it. When he was the prince he aimed to help others but only seemed to kill. Now his goal is to kill but here he is healing someone.

“And done.” Lloyd let out a soft sigh, finished the sewing job. The stitch was clean, no open wound. No blood seeping through. Just skin and string.

“Don’t get up just yet. Wouldn’t want the stitching to come undone.” He said as he covered his eye once again, pulling down the cloth back over it.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth didn’t respond at first, stare still as blank as it was before, but after a few seconds she suddenly looked up, visibly a bit groggy.

“Right, thanks” She responded, after pulling her finger out of her mouth, indents of her canines prominent in the skin. She reached besides her, fingers wrapping around the neck of the vodka bottle and bringing it towards her, drinking a mouthful before resting it on her thigh.

“Wish I could heal like you, I used to be fine, before Von’s bastards got to me, not only did I lose my leg cause of them, they they fucked with my body, replaced my damned heart for gods sake.” She could still feel the stinging pain, but she was exhausted and felt he deserved some info about her after doing something like that.

“They ran over me you know? I was thirteen, I had dreams and shit like that.” Taking another drink, she sighed, looking up at him.

“What’d they do to you?”

[corvidae-prince]

Lloyd looked back down at her, wanting to tell the whole story but thought it would just be a waste of words.

“They tried to play god, and burned for it.” Coldly speaking, staring straight into Lyth’s eye without hesitation, no hints of sorrow or regret.

[lyinglyth]

“A story for another time then.” She said between drinks, trying to see if the alcohol could make the pain low enough that she could try and sleep tonight.

“Hey, on the desk, there’s a pile of sticky notes, mind handing me that, and a pen?” She asked, slowly motioning to a pile of supplies.

“I’m gonna hear that story eventually, and I dong wanna go find another one of those marks or whatever just to talk to you, so I’ll give you my info, and hopefully one day I can repay for this, alright?” She said, giving a weak smile.

[corvidae-prince]

“Very well. Repay me in whatever way you deem necessary.” Lloyd got up, gathering what was needed he returned to Lyth sitting down next to her.

“Any grudges against those who are born into their higher positions but simply cannot take action?”

[lyinglyth]

Taking the pen and paper, she began writing down her address, along with her cell and instructions on how to summon Comet if he ever needed to send her a package or something.

“Comet goes out during the day to retrieve anything my friends have hidden for me, once he knows your scent he can find anything and bring it back, useful huh? Good reason to have a police dog.” She rambled as she handed the note back to him, settling back into the chair before answering him.

“I’m guessing you mean like people who want to help us but can’t?” She took a second to think, sighing heavily.

“I hold grudges against those who are ignorant to the things around them, and can’t tell that their God is wrong, I have plenty of people I know who weren’t able to help the cause for a long while, but if they ever get the chance to fight, and they don’t act, I might get a bit pissy, but I don’t know their problems, I suppose it all depends on situation really.” Glancing at him, she gave him a once over.

“You asking for someone? Or yourself.”

[corvidae-prince]

“Just asking in general. I was once them, now I am like you. Pity how quickly things can change.” Grumbling on that last sentence, Lloyd took in a heavy breath, soon cracking his neck in a way that others would seem like an attempt to break it. Loud snapping sounds broke out from it.

[lyinglyth]

“Yeah, sure.” Gripping the handles of the chair, she slowly pushed herself up to stand, her expression more annoyed the pained.

“So now that you’ve effectively saved my day or whatever, I’m probably going to sleep this off for a couple days.” Leaning on the desk, she stared at her mattress that was on the other side of the room, wondering if it was worth it to hobble over there, or if she should just sleep on the desk chair.

“Where you off to now then? You have any other alleys to sit in tonight?”

[corvidae-prince]

“Home. My new home to be exact.” Standing up, he observed Lyth trying to stand. Sighing, then making his way to the door.

[lyinglyth]

Giving a hum of acknowledgment, she did a sort of half stumble across the room with a little help from Comet, who stood beside her as she moved so she could hold onto him. Once she had made it across, she sat on the mattress and took a deep breath, returning her gaze back to Llyod as he opened the door.

“Well where ever the hell that is, don’t die on the way, though I doubt after tonight that’s possible.” Rolling her shoulders, she watched as Comet settled down beside her, laying his head across her lap.

[corvidae-prince]

“Your right. Death is never an option.” Quickly closing the door behind him, Lloyd left as silently as he could. Home. Someday he hoped to return to his first one.

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

“And you are?” Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

“No problem.” Rising to step over to the kitchen fridge, Lloyd brought out eggs, ham, and cheese. Hilda moved towards the kitchen as well to bring out a pan, and started the stove.

“Is an omelette fine with you? Plenty of iron and protein.”

[fixtrixashoo]

She sits dangling her toes over the edge of the chair. Standing up she hangs her jacket on a coat rack beside the door. She removes her shoes too and sits back at the table. Wondering if she should help with something. She stand up moving, toward a pantry on the wall opening it. “How many plates should i take?” She look at Lioyd.

[arcticsirius]

“Two should be enough.” Moving to the fridge, Lloyd grabbed a carton of eggs and placed them by the stove. Moving by Trix, he snatched a bowl from over her head. Soon cracking the eggs into the bowl when he returned, he used a nearby whisk to beat them into a liquid form.

[fixtrixashoo]

Trix placed the two plates on the dining table. Finding forks and cups, she thought it looked quite nice. She wanted to put flowers on the table too, her mom always did, but thought that would be too much. “So what do you do mr … I cant remember if i got your name?” she was standing with her back turned, running her fingers over a plate.

[corvidae-prince]

“I do nothing of your concern. And you may call me Crow. Most seem to call me that now a days.” Blankly answering back as he began to pour the mixed egg onto a simmering pan. Hilda remained watchful of Trix. 

[corvidae-prince]

Alleyways always provided the best protection, Lyth had learned this is the many years she had spent in the streets, and tonight wasn't the first time her blood had stained their concrete either surprisingly. Some guards decided it was a good time for some cyborg violence, and she had luckily been passing by, just her luck, she didn't even have a chance to fight back. She stumbled farther into the passage as she wiped the blood from her face, focusing on the graffiti to stop from fainting.

"You alright there?" A figure spoke from above the graffiti on the wall. Jumping down to meet Lyth without a problem, he rised to look them in the eye with his.

[corvidae-prince]

"Is that a nod for a ‘yes, help me’? Because either way, I’ll be the one doing the stitching." Lloyd glared into her eyes. His breathing still, face cold, and remained still as a statue. He wouldn’t let Lyth be a fool. And considering how they had just met, he had no problem using force to make a point.

Not that it would be much effort anyways.

[lyinglyth]

"Get on with it." She growled, refusing to meet his gaze and instead tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling, snapping her fingers twice and letting her hand fall to the empty space besides the chair, which was soon replaced with Comet pushing his head into her palm.

"Good dog." She breathed, running her fingers through his fur to distract herself from what was to come.

[corvidae-prince]

"Hold still, and bite onto something soft." Lloyd took a cloth and splashed it with the vodka, pressing it on the wound he began to wipe it clean. Ignoring any sound or squirm Lyth made, he continued with delicacy.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth hissed through clenched teeth, bringing her free hand to her mouth and biting the fleshy part of her palm, forcing herself to take long, slow breaths so she didn’t end up freaking out. She felt entirely out of control at the moment, which is a feeling she preferred not to have, but she sat as still as possible for him, opting to close her eyes now so her head could hang down, hair falling to cover her face.

[corvidae-prince]

"I said, hold still." Giving off a Lloyd sigh, Lloyd grabbed the needle and thread and began to get to work.

"This, this may hurt more. Depending on how you handle pain." Calming saying before he lifted the portion of his patch covering his eye for better vision, Lloyd started at the back of the wound.

Humming to himself, ignoring the sounds Lyth would make and occasionally holding her still with one hand when they moved to much.

[lyinglyth]

"I can manage fine-" She breathed, her defence cut short as the needle pierced her skin and sent a white hot pain through her abdomen, making a low groan rise from the back of her throat, somehow having someone else do this hurting for more then when she fixed herself, perhaps because she always did it drunk.

After a few more stitches she went into a sort of “off” mode, pushing away her thoughts and focusing on a single thing, which was a crack in her wall, and her struggle passed slowly until she could control her squirming, eyes blank and lacking emotion, though she still felt the pain, she’d rather look like she didn’t.

[corvidae-prince]

"Almost done." Lloyd effortlessly continued to stitch. He didn’t mind the scent of blood, though he remained calm and tried not to let it send him over.

Flashes of dead bodies would shoot through his mind. People in which he had killed. Yet here he was, doing the opposite. Sewing shut a wound instead of ripping further into it. When he was the prince he aimed to help others but only seemed to kill. Now his goal is to kill but here he is healing someone.

"And done." Lloyd let out a soft sigh, finished the sewing job. The stitch was clean, no open wound. No blood seeping through. Just skin and string.

"Don’t get up just yet. Wouldn’t want the stitching to come undone." He said as he covered his eye once again, pulling down the cloth back over it.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth didn’t respond at first, stare still as blank as it was before, but after a few seconds she suddenly looked up, visibly a bit groggy.

"Right, thanks" She responded, after pulling her finger out of her mouth, indents of her canines prominent in the skin. She reached besides her, fingers wrapping around the neck of the vodka bottle and bringing it towards her, drinking a mouthful before resting it on her thigh.

"Wish I could heal like you, I used to be fine, before Von’s bastards got to me, not only did I lose my leg cause of them, they they fucked with my body, replaced my damned heart for gods sake." She could still feel the stinging pain, but she was exhausted and felt he deserved some info about her after doing something like that.

"They ran over me you know? I was thirteen, I had dreams and shit like that." Taking another drink, she sighed, looking up at him.

"What’d they do to you?"

[corvidae-prince]

Lloyd looked back down at her, wanting to tell the whole story but thought it would just be a waste of words.

"They tried to play god, and burned for it." Coldly speaking, staring straight into Lyth’s eye without hesitation, no hints of sorrow or regret.

[lyinglyth]

"A story for another time then." She said between drinks, trying to see if the alcohol could make the pain low enough that she could try and sleep tonight.

"Hey, on the desk, there’s a pile of sticky notes, mind handing me that, and a pen?" She asked, slowly motioning to a pile of supplies.

"I’m gonna hear that story eventually, and I dong wanna go find another one of those marks or whatever just to talk to you, so I’ll give you my info, and hopefully one day I can repay for this, alright?" She said, giving a weak smile.

[corvidae-prince]

"Very well. Repay me in whatever way you deem necessary." Lloyd got up, gathering what was needed he returned to Lyth sitting down next to her.

"Any grudges against those who are born into their higher positions but simply cannot take action?"

[lyinglyth]

Taking the pen and paper, she began writing down her address, along with her cell and instructions on how to summon Comet if he ever needed to send her a package or something.

"Comet goes out during the day to retrieve anything my friends have hidden for me, once he knows your scent he can find anything and bring it back, useful huh? Good reason to have a police dog." She rambled as she handed the note back to him, settling back into the chair before answering him.

"I’m guessing you mean like people who want to help us but can’t?" She took a second to think, sighing heavily.

"I hold grudges against those who are ignorant to the things around them, and can’t tell that their God is wrong, I have plenty of people I know who weren’t able to help the cause for a long while, but if they ever get the chance to fight, and they don’t act, I might get a bit pissy, but I don’t know their problems, I suppose it all depends on situation really." Glancing at him, she gave him a once over.

"You asking for someone? Or yourself."

[corvidae-prince]

"Just asking in general. I was once them, now I am like you. Pity how quickly things can change." Grumbling on that last sentence, Lloyd took in a heavy breath, soon cracking his neck in a way that others would seem like an attempt to break it. Loud snapping sounds broke out from it.

[lyinglyth]

"Yeah, sure." Gripping the handles of the chair, she slowly pushed herself up to stand, her expression more annoyed the pained.

"So now that you’ve effectively saved my day or whatever, I’m probably going to sleep this off for a couple days." Leaning on the desk, she stared at her mattress that was on the other side of the room, wondering if it was worth it to hobble over there, or if she should just sleep on the desk chair.

"Where you off to now then? You have any other alleys to sit in tonight?"

[corvidae-prince]

“Home. My new home to be exact.” Standing up, he observed Lyth trying to stand. Sighing, then making his way to the door.

[dropdafiesch]

"Aaaaash. Where are you Ash? 1've been looK1ng for you. I need your heLp, you Little rUnt." Lloyd was not himself. The Voice tried calling him back, but he was too far gone. His eye golden and wild, a stalked the rooftops like a predator hunting prey. Below in the streets lay the corpses of guards in the alleys. Lloyd was going to find Ash, he could smell Ash.

Ash was gone he had been out, taken by his guards to another place in the city that day to handle a certain “problem” house. There was a faint smell of the boy coming from a shape wearing black blood splattered clothing standing with their hand around a limp guard’s neck…rummaging in their pockets looking for something, with a disgusted sound they let the body drop to the ground. They inspected their bloody hands before glancing up too the rooftop, a familiar face, dark marks and makeup upon their pale skin instead of the familiar red they wore for so long.

[corvidae-prince]

"OH wh3R3, oh where, oh where coUld you be? Oh wheRe, oh where could you be?" Lloyd sang a melody to himself as he prowled the rooftops.

[dropdafiesch]

Kade heard the voice and glanced up quickly to the roofs above her. She took a step intentionally making a loud noise as her boot crushed a metal can. She smiled lightly to herself waiting for what she figured would be an attempted attack.

[corvidae-prince]

Hearing the sound, Lloyd darted almost animal like towards it. The smell of what he was hunting getting stronger. Soon coming to a ledge he could not see where his target was, but could smell and hear them.

"I kN0w you’re there. Just come out and play."

[dropdafiesch]

"I don’t play little boy and you know it." Her voice flowed dangerously from her lips as she lowered the hood that shrouded her face looking up with a smirk. "My my dear prince what have you done to yourself?"

[corvidae-prince]

He smiled widely, for too long he hadn’t seen her.

"AlPh4! Kade! IsN’t th1s interesting? You Coming here." Leaping down and landing in all fours. Lloyd rose before cracking the bones in his neck with a loud snapping sound. His golden eye examined her as he kept his mouth wide open in a twisted smile.

"You did +h1s to M3. From the very be6inning d0N’t you r3member?" Walking slowly towards Kade.

[dropdafiesch]

She shook her head this boy was always so dramatic, she moved carefully not feeling like startling him into an attack. “I did nothing to you, I had no hand in your actual procedures, all I did was supply the DNA that would keep you stable.” She sighed shrugged. “Though what  mess you have become, you have treated my genetics poorly child.”

[corvidae-prince]

“I tr34+ed them poorly?” Tilting his head to the side, he rose onto his two feet and took small advancing steps towards them.

“Obviously some+Hing w3nt wrong then with your treatMent. You’re the doctor, you should know ex4ctLy why it faiLed. Or is your pride so high in the clouds you feel above your own mistakes?” Lloyd eye narrowed, making direct eye contact with Kade as he inched closer and closer.

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

"And you are?" Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

"No problem." Rising to step over to the kitchen fridge, Lloyd brought out eggs, ham, and cheese. Hilda moved towards the kitchen as well to bring out a pan, and started the stove.

"Is an omelette fine with you? Plenty of iron and protein."

[fixtrixashoo]

She sits dangling her toes over the edge of the chair. Standing up she hangs her jacket on a coat rack beside the door. She removes her shoes too and sits back at the table. Wondering if she should help with something. She stand up moving, toward a pantry on the wall opening it. “How many plates should i take?” She look at Lioyd.

[arcticsirius]

"Two should be enough." Moving to the fridge, Lloyd grabbed a carton of eggs and placed them by the stove. Moving by Trix, he snatched a bowl from over her head. Soon cracking the eggs into the bowl when he returned, he used a nearby whisk to beat them into a liquid form.

[corvidae-prince]

Alleyways always provided the best protection, Lyth had learned this is the many years she had spent in the streets, and tonight wasn't the first time her blood had stained their concrete either surprisingly. Some guards decided it was a good time for some cyborg violence, and she had luckily been passing by, just her luck, she didn't even have a chance to fight back. She stumbled farther into the passage as she wiped the blood from her face, focusing on the graffiti to stop from fainting.

"You alright there?" A figure spoke from above the graffiti on the wall. Jumping down to meet Lyth without a problem, he rised to look them in the eye with his.

[corvidae-prince]

"Is that a nod for a ‘yes, help me’? Because either way, I’ll be the one doing the stitching." Lloyd glared into her eyes. His breathing still, face cold, and remained still as a statue. He wouldn’t let Lyth be a fool. And considering how they had just met, he had no problem using force to make a point.

Not that it would be much effort anyways.

[lyinglyth]

"Get on with it." She growled, refusing to meet his gaze and instead tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling, snapping her fingers twice and letting her hand fall to the empty space besides the chair, which was soon replaced with Comet pushing his head into her palm.

"Good dog." She breathed, running her fingers through his fur to distract herself from what was to come.

[corvidae-prince]

"Hold still, and bite onto something soft." Lloyd took a cloth and splashed it with the vodka, pressing it on the wound he began to wipe it clean. Ignoring any sound or squirm Lyth made, he continued with delicacy.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth hissed through clenched teeth, bringing her free hand to her mouth and biting the fleshy part of her palm, forcing herself to take long, slow breaths so she didn’t end up freaking out. She felt entirely out of control at the moment, which is a feeling she preferred not to have, but she sat as still as possible for him, opting to close her eyes now so her head could hang down, hair falling to cover her face.

[corvidae-prince]

"I said, hold still." Giving off a Lloyd sigh, Lloyd grabbed the needle and thread and began to get to work.

"This, this may hurt more. Depending on how you handle pain." Calming saying before he lifted the portion of his patch covering his eye for better vision, Lloyd started at the back of the wound.

Humming to himself, ignoring the sounds Lyth would make and occasionally holding her still with one hand when they moved to much.

[lyinglyth]

"I can manage fine-" She breathed, her defence cut short as the needle pierced her skin and sent a white hot pain through her abdomen, making a low groan rise from the back of her throat, somehow having someone else do this hurting for more then when she fixed herself, perhaps because she always did it drunk.

After a few more stitches she went into a sort of “off” mode, pushing away her thoughts and focusing on a single thing, which was a crack in her wall, and her struggle passed slowly until she could control her squirming, eyes blank and lacking emotion, though she still felt the pain, she’d rather look like she didn’t.

[corvidae-prince]

"Almost done." Lloyd effortlessly continued to stitch. He didn’t mind the scent of blood, though he remained calm and tried not to let it send him over.

Flashes of dead bodies would shoot through his mind. People in which he had killed. Yet here he was, doing the opposite. Sewing shut a wound instead of ripping further into it. When he was the prince he aimed to help others but only seemed to kill. Now his goal is to kill but here he is healing someone.

"And done." Lloyd let out a soft sigh, finished the sewing job. The stitch was clean, no open wound. No blood seeping through. Just skin and string.

"Don’t get up just yet. Wouldn’t want the stitching to come undone." He said as he covered his eye once again, pulling down the cloth back over it.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth didn’t respond at first, stare still as blank as it was before, but after a few seconds she suddenly looked up, visibly a bit groggy.

"Right, thanks" She responded, after pulling her finger out of her mouth, indents of her canines prominent in the skin. She reached besides her, fingers wrapping around the neck of the vodka bottle and bringing it towards her, drinking a mouthful before resting it on her thigh.

"Wish I could heal like you, I used to be fine, before Von’s bastards got to me, not only did I lose my leg cause of them, they they fucked with my body, replaced my damned heart for gods sake." She could still feel the stinging pain, but she was exhausted and felt he deserved some info about her after doing something like that.

"They ran over me you know? I was thirteen, I had dreams and shit like that." Taking another drink, she sighed, looking up at him.

"What’d they do to you?"

[corvidae-prince]

Lloyd looked back down at her, wanting to tell the whole story but thought it would just be a waste of words.

"They tried to play god, and burned for it." Coldly speaking, staring straight into Lyth’s eye without hesitation, no hints of sorrow or regret.

[lyinglyth]

"A story for another time then." She said between drinks, trying to see if the alcohol could make the pain low enough that she could try and sleep tonight.

"Hey, on the desk, there’s a pile of sticky notes, mind handing me that, and a pen?" She asked, slowly motioning to a pile of supplies.

"I’m gonna hear that story eventually, and I dong wanna go find another one of those marks or whatever just to talk to you, so I’ll give you my info, and hopefully one day I can repay for this, alright?" She said, giving a weak smile.

[corvidae-prince]

"Very well. Repay me in whatever way you deem necessary." Lloyd got up, gathering what was needed he returned to Lyth sitting down next to her.

"Any grudges against those who are born into their higher positions but simply cannot take action?"

[lyinglyth]

Taking the pen and paper, she began writing down her address, along with her cell and instructions on how to summon Comet if he ever needed to send her a package or something.

"Comet goes out during the day to retrieve anything my friends have hidden for me, once he knows your scent he can find anything and bring it back, useful huh? Good reason to have a police dog." She rambled as she handed the note back to him, settling back into the chair before answering him.

"I’m guessing you mean like people who want to help us but can’t?" She took a second to think, sighing heavily.

"I hold grudges against those who are ignorant to the things around them, and can’t tell that their God is wrong, I have plenty of people I know who weren’t able to help the cause for a long while, but if they ever get the chance to fight, and they don’t act, I might get a bit pissy, but I don’t know their problems, I suppose it all depends on situation really." Glancing at him, she gave him a once over.

"You asking for someone? Or yourself."

[corvidae-prince]

"Just asking in general. I was once them, now I am like you. Pity how quickly things can change." Grumbling on that last sentence, Lloyd took in a heavy breath, soon cracking his neck in a way that others would seem like an attempt to break it. Loud snapping sounds broke out from it.

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

"And you are?" Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[corvidae-prince]

"No problem." Rising to step over to the kitchen fridge, Lloyd brought out eggs, ham, and cheese. Hilda moved towards the kitchen as well to bring out a pan, and started the stove.

"Is an omelette fine with you? Plenty of iron and protein."

[corvidae-prince]

The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.

Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.

Lloyd calls out to Hilda “Who is it Hilda? Is Boris back?”

Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance “A small girl Master.”

Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.

"And you are?" Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.

[fixtrixashoo]

“Yieeeik” Trix squeak instead of words. Panicked she hurry out her words in a semi incoherent bundle “No, yes, sir. N Scary, sharp´ey, angry robot. I NO trouble want.” She gulps, standing in front the intimidating figures. She takes some steps back looking to the guard on the corner. Maybe she should try her luck with her instead. No. No. “May i come in? I´m Maya Trix.” She think a moment looking at Hilda. Then ad “sir”

[corvidae-prince]

"Very well." Lloyd leaves the door to go sit on a chair by a table just a little ways from the entrance.

Hilda backs away from the door to let Trix in, retracting her blades but eye still glowing red.

"I’m not a robot." Glaring down at her, as Trix enters the shack.

"Come, sit down. And tell me what you want." Lloyd calls out to Trix, waiving his hand to have her come closer.

[fixtrixashoo]

She step inside, then turn around facing Hilda and bows her head “Thank you. I´m so sorry, please forgive me, Medama.” She turn back to the man. Taking a deep breath before taking of her jacket and stepping toward the table. The room are lowly lit, the front windows barted shut, that was why she thought it looked so abandoned. Inside it looks a lot more livable, she thinks. And more important; here is warm. Though the two residents give her a gloomy feel. She hangs her jacket over the back of a chair. Smiling at the man “Can i stay here for a bit?”

[corvidae-prince]

"Depends. Why do you want to stay? We generally keep to ourselves, wouldn’t want trouble." Lloyd tilted his head to get a better look at the girl with his one eye.

[fixtrixashoo]

“I bring no trouble.” She’s hesitating. She don’t want to seen to helpless in front of people who greet people with knives at the door. She should try not to be too easy of a prey. But sees tired. Trix is relatively tall. Anyone with just a bit of knowledge about the anatomy, could tell she once was pretty. It used to be a athletes body. Black high waisted pants and a green tank top that wouldn’t have left much to the imagination, now kinda just hangs loosely of her. She has lost a lot of weight and muscle-definition quickly and her skin is milk colored like a deep-sea creatures. Even her fox colored hair is ashen. Something is written under her sidecut. She looks, well, sad. Only her turquoise eyes is alive. She looks intently around the room, and the man in front of her, while sitting down with an appreciative little *huff*. Leaning heavily on the table she close her eyes “I´m just scared of the Polizei.” She rest her head on her arms and repeat “I bring no trouble.”

[corvidae-prince]

"Scared of the police huh?" Lloyd examined the girl in front of him. She didn’t seem like a threat, but still he couldn’t be too sure.

"What did you do? Why so scared of them?" He leaned in, arms crossed and placed on the table.

[fixtrixashoo]

She lifted her head slowly looking him in the eyes. “I didn’t do. They did.” She looks searching at him, hoping he understands her words meaning “I’ve been in prison.” She lie down her head again closing her eyes “Why do you have a armed cyborg?”

[corvidae-prince]

"She’s armed to protect me. Now, why were you in prison?" Lloyd’s gaze was calm and cold. Tilting his head to the side in interest at what her response would be.

[fixtrixashoo]

She opens one eye meeting his cold gaze “You have a big cyborg to protect you. I only have me to protect myself. So with chance of sounding dramatic. I’d prefer not to tell you. It must be enough to know, that i am no harm to you or your surroundings. I´m not running from anyone. No attack squad is looking for me or coming bursting is through the windows.” “I think you are a bigger danger to me than i am to you. Since i am in your house.” She finally sit up, facing him. “But hey, i respect you are paranoid. I would be myself, of a stranger. I am of you.” She study his face. But when he dont respond she continue, with a thoughtful crease between her brows “There is a lot of ways you could get me to talk, though. If you really itch to know (me). You could try befriending me: offer me some breakfast, tell me something about yourself and that sort. You could threaten me, that´s quicker and more efficient… . Or you could swear on something that mean something to you, that you” she raise a cautious finger, knowing its rude to point “or her.” Pointing at the cyborg. ”Wont hurt me under this roof.”

[corvidae-prince]

Letting out a sigh, Lloyd looked towards Hilda. Hilda remained cautioned, but that was just the way she always was.

Looking back towards Trix "What would you like for breakfast?" Gently smiling with a raised eyebrow.

[arcticsirius]

Brady is probably going to have to get someone to help him pry that magnet off of his face. But it was worth it for the joke.

But how will Brady get the floor in the third one I wonder?

[clockwork-jones]

Albert or one of Brady’s affiliates are gonna have to turn off the magnetic floor.. its the only way.

[corvidae-prince]

"What’s this, a fool stuck to the floor?" *sighs* "Better, tuRn it to maximUm power Now!" *manically laughs*

[clockwork-jones]

"Did you just?" *Peers over with a menacing glare* "How rude."

[corvidae-prince]

"Be+ter m4ke +his 4 Fun m0ment to Remember aN0ther time. See you again, Whenever that will be."

*walks out*

*continues to laugh*

[clockwork-jones]

Brady watches him walk out and sits up “Why the fuck was he talking like that?” He rubbed his jaw.

[corvidae-prince]

*Lloyd walks in with a box full of magnets*

*dumps them on Brady*

*walks back out without a word*

*is gone*

[arcticsirius]

Brady is probably going to have to get someone to help him pry that magnet off of his face. But it was worth it for the joke.

But how will Brady get the floor in the third one I wonder?

[clockwork-jones]

Albert or one of Brady’s affiliates are gonna have to turn off the magnetic floor.. its the only way.

[corvidae-prince]

"What’s this, a fool stuck to the floor?" *sighs* "Better, tuRn it to maximUm power Now!" *manically laughs*

[clockwork-jones]

"Did you just?" *Peers over with a menacing glare* "How rude."

[corvidae-prince]

"Be+ter m4ke +his 4 Fun m0ment to Remember aN0ther time. See you again, Whenever that will be."

*walks out*

*continues to laugh*