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heirtotheheart:
“ You’ll get if you live here your whole life, though I sincerely hope you don’t. ” She pursed her lips. “ You could say I was running an errand myself. It didn’t go the way I planned. ”
“What kind of errand involves getting drenched in someone’s blood. It doesn’t sound very fun at all.” Neither does his but he does it anyway. He moves closer to her and swipes a finger at her arms, examining the blood further. “Gross. You need a bath.”
heirtotheheart:
“ It’s blood, not mine. And no it’s doesn’t make my skin itch. What are you doing out here by yourself? ”
“I could ask you the same question and why you have someone’s blood on you, but I’m sure you wouldn’t appreciate me prying into your personal life ” Breathes. “But if you must really know, I’m out here because I’m out on an errand. What are you doing out here by yourself?”
@heirtotheheart
“Why are you covered in red paint?-- Or is that blood? Is it your blood? Does it make your skin itch?”
honortaught:
‘ i guess they’re not the worst. ’ she doesn’t miss the way his attention seems to shift towards his blade more than she’d like, but her expression never shifts from quiet cheer as she waits for his choice. the last thing she wants is to cause a fight by overreacting, not when there’s still a chance this can end well. ‘ we don’t have to fight. no one has to know we even talked, not if you don’t want them to. it’s all up to us, wei. do you want to fight me? ’
“I like talking.” It’s said in almost a whisper while he looks down on the ground, but his hand never leaves the handle. It’s almost as if fighting is just second nature to him, and that he has to do it every chance he gets. No talking. No discussion. None of this ‘bullshit’. His father taught him that much. He hesitates for a second before he responds to the question, “...Yes. It’s just-- All my life, you and your mother have been painted as the villain in our lives. And now that I see you, I do not know what to believe anymore.”
honortaught:
That mindset certainly hadn’t won him the war, but it’s not a fight she wants to start today. She settles for little more than a quiet hum, painfully aware that none of her thoughts would come across the way she’d like. ‘ I don’t like them that much. They’re cutest from a distance. But I don’t like wolves much either. Not my kind of animal. ’
“I think they’re cool,” He nods as he states the fact ever so casually, “Wolves I mean.” There’s a pause, the only noise coming from his feet scraping along the ground. His hand occasionally hovers to the sheathed sword on his hip until it finally rests on the handle. “Why are we talking? We should be fighting. This isn’t right. Father won’t be pleased.”
honortaught:
it was a better response than she was expecting, curiosity alight in dark eyes as she watches him think it over. its a useless set of labels, meaningless in the long run, but there’s something interesting about seeing the reaction nonetheless. she wants to understand him, as pointless a venture that might be. ‘ and neither am i. i never thought it was as simple as that. are you big on labels or do you just like sheep? ’
There’s a want to laugh at her question, but he doesn’t want to break his tough facade. “No. It’s just what father always says.” Another reinforcement that he still was just a sheep. He relaxes a little, though still wary of her. “Why, do you like sheep? I’ve never actually seen what one looks like-- at least alive anyway.”
@firewalled-mind continued
“Don’t take it so personally. I just treat you no different from everybody else. Isn’t that what equality is all about?” He scoffs. It’s not entirely his fault that he couldn’t get along with anyone in the isle– Wait, scratch that, it is entirely his fault.
“I do not care about equality! I already know that everyone else is beneath me… I actually thought that you may have been better than them. I actually was being serious.. and you think you can just pull this shit on me… What was I expecting anyway, I should have known that I would be disappointed.”
Ada knew that talking about emotional crap was a waste of time.. But she just wanted some who could understand her to listen.
@honortaught continued
Wei is taken aback by the question that his only reaction was to clench his jaw. That really got him thinking. As much as he'd love to believe himself a wolf, his father would say otherwise. He isn't one until he's proven it, and the only way to do that was to take over Auradon, like his father wishes. But he won't take himself as a sheep either. He was somewhere in between, if that was entirely possible. “I am whatever I choose to be, which is neither of those.”
@firewalled-mind continued
“Don’t take it so personally. I just treat you no different from everybody else. Isn’t that what equality is all about?” He scoffs. It’s not entirely his fault that he couldn’t get along with anyone in the isle-- Wait, scratch that, it is entirely his fault.
boxedlimes:
He let out the biggest snort. “As if we be needen more of ye, eh?” He pointed at him with the tip of the sword. “I wouldn’ even trus’ one of ye.”
“Aack! Everything that comes out on that mouth of yours is a lie, isn’t it?” The palm of his hands presses against the flat of the blade and he twists, -- thank god for leather protectors-- yanking the sword out of his hand.
islefled:
It takes him a moment to regain his balance, letting the shove push him back a step or two to get some space between them. He doesn’t try to hide the scoff that escapes him, irritably fixing his jacket as a bite slips into his tone. ‘ And I don’t like you touching me. We can’t always have what we want. ’
“The difference between you and me is that I always get what I want. Always.” There’s a smug smile that overcomes his features as he starts to dissociate, “And I want. You. Gone.” The dissociating becomes worse as evident by his twitching. The smile turns into a softer one as he blinks at Carlos for a second, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. Now, what were we talking about again?” he speaks almost with a lisp, and his tone a lot sweeter than before.
islefled:
‘ I don’t have a problem with anyone. Wasn’t staring at you until you started talking anyway. That sounds like a reason to me. ’
Bug squints before storming over to the boy, shoving him. “I don’t like the way you’re speaking to me.” He had no reason to do such a thing, but Bug being himself, does it anyway.
boxedlimes:
“Oi! ’M not lyin’!” Limes yelled as he tried to avoid his swipe, jumping back to do so.
Once far enough, he slashed at him to keep him away. “’S an islan’!”
“If you’re not lying, then how about you lead us there?” Now it was his turn to jump back. Throwing the knife from one hand to another, he smirks, “Or is leading pirates to your homeland not your thing either.”
boxedlimes:
“Nevalan’.” Short, simple. And he didn’t see anything wrong with the statement at all. “There, th'pirates try ‘n rule. Try 'n kill us.”
Edmund grimaced, one thing he hated more than thieves were liars. “Right, right, right. And I came from, uh, what’s it called again?” In one swift move he pulls the dagger from his leg holster and swipes at the boy. “You’re a liar and a thief and yet you refuse to kill? What does that make you? Dead, in my opinion.”
boxedlimes:
It clicked, the first part. “For where I’m from, pirates’re the gover-mint. They keep tryin'a ge’ ridda us…”
He idly swung a sword back and forth, nervous. He felt like he was gonna throw up, if the ship wouldn’t stop moving…
“What? That’s bullshit. And where are you from?” Now he’s interested, dropping his stance and relaxing a little.
boxedlimes:
“Neva said I like stealin’,” he defended, beginning to move a little.
It was going to be just like sparing with the other boys… He didn’t usually win, but he believed he could this time…
“An’ whattha heck’s a glove-or-mint?”
“Gov-er-ment,” Edmund repeats, slowly this time, “The people who think they’re in charge. The people who wants to get rid of us.” He gestures only to himself, as if he represented every single pirate in Nassau. And one day he will, he’s sure of it. “You don’t like stealing yet you do it. Why? Because you need to, right? Well now you need to fight. And fight you must.”
boxedlimes:
Scared, stressed, and frustrated, Limes stepped backwards, taking a fighting stance. As he did, he took out his own sword, now duel wielding a bad idea honestly. “Please don’t do this. I don’t like killing.”
“Oh, but you like stealing? What’s the difference? They’re both unforgivable crimes in the government’s eyes aren’t they? Go big or go home.” Wielding nothing but his fists, he takes a stance, confident that he can easily win a fight against him. He needed practice in disarming anyway, and there was no better time than now to do so.
