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music-holic:

That gave Piper enough time to bring out his flute, and as luck would have it, he was a practiced hand at putting it together by now.

It might not have been the best okay, but with Evan already distracted there was hope the go to sleep music would drop him like a rock for some one else to deal with.

The second the other man dropped, Hart would be taking a seat on the floor. No need in keeping up any sort of front, and perhaps it would help him look more innocent when those cops finally busted in.

So close...

And yet so far.

Evan had no idea how quickly the music actually hit him, but it felt slow. The world seemed to fade out as the music faded in. Eyes slipped closed and the ground rushed up to meet him. Just like that, he was out.

#musicholicpiper #//fin #//yes~?

music-holic:

Well, damn. There went that plan of riding it out.

And he spoke no Russian, but maybe meaning would still get through. “Keep back! He’s dangerous.” He gestured away from Evan to the best of his ability while keeping something of a guard up.

“Evan leave them out of this. Your issue is with me right? Then why don’t you finish it?”

“Oh, aye, play hero,” He taunted coldly. Evan’s hand flexed, his knuckles raw and red from swinging punches, “Pretend that makes ye somethin.”

Evan heard it now--the sirens outside the building. He patted at his pockets, although he already knew there was no passport or identification in there. He’d had every intention of popping in and out via mirrors, not staying around like this. Shit.

With an angry sound, almost a growl, he turned to make a break for the nearest window. Anyone in his way was met with a rough shove. Let Piper get blamed for this...

#musicholicpiper

music-holic:

“Just call it a hunch.” He wiped the blood from under his nose, but there was no way he was going to push an offense. It wasn’t his strength at the moment, especially in this position, and with as many windows as were around? Defense was the game.

“At the end of the day, I’m smarter than you Evan.” He chuckled. “Smart enough to realize you pissed off what you were hoping to be your little meal tickets with this stunt. Or did you not think of that?”

He did fall silent for a moment at that, considering it, but there was too much anger to really listen. His body lurched to close the distance between them; a firm hand on his arm stopped him for only a brief second.

A good samaritan, jumping in to break up the fight. Cute.

Elbow met nose with a sickening crunch. Evan shrugged the man off and glared wildly at Piper, shaggy hair hanging in his face as his teeth grit. One of these days, he was going to finish this fight for good.

#musicholicpiper #flashback

music-holic:

And was indeed stumbling, but he pulled the rest of his glasses off and tossed them aside. It wasn’t like he needed them for sight anyway. Okay now what, because this was… not going to be won fair at all, that was for sure. Oh but… what was that sound on the horizon, were those sirens?

He smirked, settling into a… well it resembled a defensive stance enough. “You’re not going to win, Evan.”

Ah, but Evan didn’t hear that yet--and despite the onlookers around them, his arrogance was winning. Clearly, he had every upper hand in this fight, did he not?

“And wot makes ye say that? Th’fact that ah’m better at brawlin’? Th’fact that ah could literally shatter ye? Or maybe th’fact that yeh’r jus’ weak?”

#musicholicpiper #//THIS IS LATE AND I AM SORRY #flashback

Did baby piper fail the test?

Ah didnae decide yet. Can’t say ah’m happy with him callin fer help.

#Maybe all pipers 'er jus' like tha'#//I don't think his face wound up this much of a mess but I never get to use this reaction image #Anonymous

Ah've got the sudden urge tae beat the tar out'er redheads.

#//I'M NOT HOME SORRY;;;;

music-holic:

Hart might be a bit of a scrapper, but he’s still no street fighting champ. And even if he ever was, those skills have lagged.

That is to say, he did not manage to dodge that punch, and Evan was satisfied with a crunch as indeed his glasses did break. “F-fuck.” Anything else was lost to throwing a blind haymaker.

A sharp, mocking laugh left the Scot as he pivoted around to avoid the hit. God, that crunching glass, those snapping frames.. It was, in fact, deeply satisfying. In fact, he let himself laugh at the stumbling redhead who would clearly, in his eyes, lose.

music-holic:

He rolled out of the way, just dodging that kick. He needed to get away enough to get his flute together, but he was truly doubting that was ever gonna happen. So instead he scrambled to his feet, continuing to wield the case like a battering ram. “What’s that say about the man who loses then, hm?” He smirked, wiping his face with a sleeve.

“Oi, ah’ll let’cher know what it says about ye after ah’ve beat ye intae a bloody pulp on the floor, yeah?”

Another punch was swung at Piper, determined to break those glasses off his smug face. Hell, this wasn’t even about hazing the little Rogues anymore... He just wanted to bash the other’s face in.

#musicholicpiper

music-holic:

That knocked the air out of him, but if Evan was gonna fight dirty, then so was Hart. Which is why he tangled his fingers into Evan’s hair and yanked backward even as a knee came up. Just up. There was a lot of squishy things in the general up direction and Hart really didn’t care which thing he hit.

The knee to the gut hurt–but honestly, it was the hair pulling that made him angrier. It successfully got the Scot off of him, though. “Yeh fight like a fookin’ lass–” Once out of arm’s reach, he was scrambling to his feet and aiming a harsh kick at where the other’s face had previously been.

#musicholicpiper

music-holic:

He did hear the two getting shoved out, and it gave him some comfort of not having to worry about the two of them, unfortunately, that comfort stopped him from noticing the fist aimed at his head.

He hit the ground but came up in a roll, pulling his flute case from his carry-on and for the moment it’s going to be a bludgeoning device, bless the hard plastic of protection.

“What like a two bit who can’t even come up with his own motif?” And a hope that that one liner got the sweet privilege of connection to jaw bone.

Evan laughed bitterly and flexed his hand. “Ah made it better--” He was prepared to continue arguing, but he was cut short by the strike. The Scot stumbled aside and rested his hand on his jawline, cursing.

You son of a bitch.

There was a short yell, as well as a tackle, arms around the other’s midsection and a hard shoulder in his stomach to bring him down.

#musicholicpiper

music-holic:

“Gives me even more reason to mess with what you do.” His grip on his coffee tightened almost to crushing, but he kept his eyes on Evan. On what he hoped was Evan anyway, thanks to the plethora of reflective surfaces in this airport.

If Piper was listening close enough, he’d hear the young Trickster and his boyfriend vanishing, as close to silently as Evan could manage. That would be the only clue as to what was coming...

“They’re the ones who wannae be Rogues. Ah’m just makin’ sure they ain’t shite at it.” He scoffed, “Y’know--like you.”

With that, a fist was swinging at the back of his head--the real Evan, teeth grit and unafraid to fight dirty.

#musicholicpiper

[While Piper and ‘Evan’ are talking, two pairs of arms lash out from the nearest reflective surface to yank James and Piper through. Piss off--the adults are talking, now. JJ gets a push out back into his apartment, while Hartley gets a much rougher shove onto the blonde.

He’d deal with that later.

One of the two Evans vanished in the reflection, leaving just one to scowl at them before leaving.]

#malevolentmusician #vongolefujute

malevolentmusician:

music-holic:

The hair on the back of Piper’s neck raised at the voice and it was a true feat that kept him from dropping the coffee immediately at the voice.

Instead he managed to turn around somewhat calmly. “Go to hell, Evan; neither one of them called me.”

Hart frowned and seemed to puff up, far less skilled at hiding anger than Piper was, “You dumped me in Russia! Without a coat!” Sure, it was a test–sure it was “rogue hazing” or whatever. But come on, he hadn’t even had shoes on.

“Piss off, fag, I ain’t talkin’ to ye, I’m talkin’ to the barins,” Despite this Evan seemed to not even glance at the children, instead narrowing his eyes at the older Piper, “Ye ain’t a Rogue anymore, ye don’t get tae mess with what I do.”

#malevolentmusician #musicholicpiper

Ah should’ae known yeh’d be a wee little pussy an’ go runnin’ tae one of them.