#c: nard

[graysunelder]

can you be my bff? / reynard

Grayson left Ira’s soon after the text, hoping inside his truck and driving out to see Reynard. It was weird to think that he hadn’t talk to his best friend in so long, was he even allowed to call him his best friend anymore?  “Hey.” he said as he unlocked the passenger side door, “where do you want to go?”

[graysunelder]

the exorcist / gray, bishop, rey

Unfortunately we can’t save the first part of the convo bc you have to pay for it. so here’s the second half!

 In the first half gray met up with Bishop at Ira’s and drove to a cabin in the woods to interrogate Bishops step-dad and known New Order lover. 

Rey shows up and kills the party, unleashing spirits and forcing one to posses Mr. stepdad which leads to questioning, testosterone and over all mess. Fortunately in the end, they are able to find out about a mole within their group.

@bishopppp, @reynard-boisseau

Grayson

This was definitely the work of someone from the new order. It meant that chances were that Bishop was way in over his head wherever he was, and that Grayson only had much longer before they came down on him as well. He couldn't let that happen. "Give me names." He grabbed the sides of the mans face, slowly beginning to heat up. "Who are the moles?!"

Bishop: Marcus was, well, somewhere that wasn't his body, so he couldn't really be held accountable for anything that it did, which was twitch a lot. Sorry about that, Grayson. Bishop, on the other hand, was searching through the house when he came across the one person he didn't expect to see, but totally should have. "Fuck," he whispered before shouting up the stairs. "Grayson! Why the fuck is Reynard here? Did you bring him here and not tell me? What the fuck is going on?" And then it kicked in that he was in pain. Bishop approached and knelt down beside him. "Are you okay? What the hell kind of clusterfuck is today, I am so confused."

Reynard: Reynard listened as closely as he could for the sound of Bishop's footsteps. And he would apologize for this profusely but Bishop would thank him for this jump scare later. He really felt weak. Everything was loud. He could barely see but in the darkness he trusted his gut, arm shooting out to grab bishop Bishop. Pulling his to him and having enough sense to cover the man's mouth but it was far too late. "SHHHH. We gotta go -- Let's go." He could feel Bishop but he was still fighting this headache from hell, pulling him to the door of the cabin.

Grayson 

A lot began happening at once. The man was twitching, convulsing he'd guess and clearly not faking it. And then he heard bishop say reynard's name and it clicked--but not exactly in a way that eased any of his worries. Grayson disregarded the man in the chair and rushed as fast as he could out the cabin, catching reynard and bishop just as they walked down the drive way, "I know you're working for them. You won't get away with it."

Bishop: Woah, what? Bishop backed off as he was being dragged and looked at Reynard. "You're working for them?" he asked with a lifted brow, eyes darting back and forth between him and Grayson. "Come on, you cant just go around making accusations like that, Gray, knock it the fuck off. He's-- he cant be. No."

Reynard: "I'm not working for them!" He hissed back, upset because he didn't feel well, and because Bishop pulled away from him, and because Grayson was accusing him of something he refused to let stand, "Using torture, Gray?" He left Bishop now, moving towards Grayson, "How fuckin' dare you, Grayson? After I was kidnapped by them?" His hoard of spirits were growing agitated the more they could sense Reynard's anger their whispers and moans growing louder, rustling the leaves on the trees. "What did you expect to happen? You'd let him go and he /wouldn't/ turn the both of you in? Immediately? And what if he didn't give you the information you wanted Gray?" It was becoming apparent that this Grayson character was the enemy, and as Rey felt the pressure of the advancing group he held up his hand, the other pressing to his temples, "Stop. No."

Grayson 

"Who said anything about him walking away? And if he didn't speak; that's fine. I'll keep looking until someone does." He took a step closer to reynard, "it's /because/ they kidnapped you that it matters more. Don't you see? This won't stop! Or are you waiting for bishop to be taken? You want him to come back messed up in the head like you? You really think they just take you, enhance your powers, then set you out to live your life? Don't be so naive."

Bishop: Bishop was torn. Grayson was saying everything Bishop was afraid of, but the part that really pissed him off was that he was saying it to Reynard who was standing right there and it was clearly hurting his feelings, so shut the fuck up about it, okay? He moved to shove Grayson back when he took a step closer. "Back the fuck off, I swear to god. None of us know shit, none of us will know shit until he starts talking. We need to find a way to get that to happen now."

Reynard: "You'll keep looking. And what you'll just keep him in this cabin? Or what? What would you do to him Gray?" He asked again, and then he was angry, "Of course I don't want Bishop to be taken! --" Jabbing his finger at Grayson because now this was reminding him a little too much about what he came to Aisling to escape, "I'm not fuckin' crazy Grayson!" Again he felt the surge behind him, "Stop!" He was constantly turning from Grayson to Bishop, to the ghosts behind him. It was fucking exhausting, pointing up to the attic, "He's not himself anymore. And if you want answers from him you need me."

Reynard: *any answers

Grayson: "Fine." Grayson crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at Reynard, "then let's go back and you can interrogate him then. Shouldn't be a problem since you have no connection with them. It'll keep you in the loop like you want so bad."

Bishop: Oh boy, this was fun. Bishop lowered his hands and tried to quietly usher everyone upstairs, feeling an awful lot like he couldnt trust anyone anymore.

Reynard: Grayson couldn't answer him. He asked the man twice and he couldn't answer him. Reynard's head was pounding, not looking at Grayson as he passed. Though Bishop's hand on his back was a comfort, he wanted none of this. He wanted to go home. He wanted Bishop to come home with him. He felt like he was in a bad dream. And there poor Marcus was, still tied down, twitching and contorting his body in unnatural ways, struggling against the bond. Reynard turned to Bishop, he looked like he hadn't slept in a couple days just because of the sheer stress of whatever was going on in his head, the constant hug of the dead and this weird feeling of something /else/ trying to control him, "Baby, let's go home. Please."

Bishop: "You know I cant do that," he said as he tried like hell to hold strong here. He had to remind himself over and over again that this was for Reynard as much as it was for him. For Nic, for his friends, his real family. "I need to know whats going on. I need to know what happened to my mom, what's going on with you, what could be going on with everyone. We need to be here. Please, just help us out."

Grayson: Grayson simply held the door open. He felt slightly guilty about making reynard go through this when he clearly didn't have it in him, but he also knew that unless he tested him now, he'd never be able to trust him. "We don't have a lot of time."

Reynard: A long exhale, "When I expel the spirit from him, he'll be done. I don't know if he'll remember enough to tell anyone what happened." You generally needed a few days to recover from being possessed. Give or take, you know, a couple years to get over the emotional and mental scarring. So maybe, in a way, this was better. This way, Marcus could go home, his mind would be all scrambled but he'd be alive. Still, Rey felt horribly guilty. They were doing what The New Order did to him. They kidnapped a man and fucked around with his brain. "...What did you want me to ask?"

Bishop: "Ask... ask him if... no. Ask him who is behind all this, what their next step is, and if he knows what happened to my mom." Bishop nearly bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet with nervous energy. He wanted to go home, and not just the home at Reynard's but home a few months ago when shit was normal.

Grayson: "Convenient for you." He said as he stepped inside, "maybe you shouldn't have possessed him in the first place. But I'm happy to keep him here for as long as it takes, don't worry." He opened the door to the attic, Marcus looking 10/10 possessed. "The spirit must have access to Marcus' mind, so why don't you ask him then. Now that you're super enhanced you can at least do that."

Reynard: Maybe they were about to get somewhere, but Grayson had to run his mouth and it set Reynard off track, turning to face Grayson now, closing the distance between them, "I don't know what happened to you? That you think you can talk to me however the fuck you want. But I'm gettin' real tired of your shit, Grayson." jabbing Grayson in the chest with his pointer finger, "Cut the fuckin' attitude."

Bishop: "Jesus Christ it's like dealing with toddlers," said the guy who had never dealt with a toddler in his life. "Guys, come on, knock it the fuck off."

Grayson: Grayson of course squared up like a dumb frat boy, stepping up to the challenge, "why don't you stop trying to create diversions and do what you need to do. We both know you do not want to pick a fight with me." Because he's OP AF

Reynard: "Why don't you stop giving me lip?" He pushed Grayson back once, "I'm not your fucking puppet," Another push, "And you're going to treat me with some god damn respect." And then a third for good measure.

Bishop: Bishop moved to take hold of Reynard around the middle, pulling him back some. "I'm so fucking serious, knock it the hell off."

Grayson: Grayson felt himself heat up fast, and this time it had nothing to do with the sun. "Don't you dare fucking lay hands on me if you don't want them burned off." He yelled, ready to punch reynard's lights out just as bishop pulled him back, "do your fucking job! You went out of your way to save someone who killed your boyfriend's mother, but you're picking fights with me?!"

Bishop: Wait, was his mom dead? The shock of that alone made Bishop let go and take a step back, staring at the possessed dude in the chair, still pulling a full blown exorcist on them.

Reynard: Oh, Grayson wanted to yell? Reynard could yell too, "I fucking dare you Grayson! It's nice to know that years of friendship mean so fucking little to you --" but it was when he felt Bishop's grip on him loosen, he practically forgot Grayson was there, focusing on his boyfriend, "Bishop?" Turning to Grayson one last time, "This isn't my job. This is something I'm being forced to do. Because of a situation you put us in. And you don't get to talk to me like you have been. I won't fucking have it." He took a breath, "...Bishop, do you want... to change what you want me to ask or..." He wanted to give the man his space, and wrap his arms around him at the same time. Opting to let Bishop come to him if he wanted the contact, "I'm sorry."

Bishop: Bishop just shook his head, his face void of all emotion. He pointed back in the other direction, either at Grayson or at Marcus or at whatever the hell was going on right now. "Just ask. Both of you get your heads out of your asses and get this over with."

Reynard: "Alright." He took a couple steps forward until he was face to face with Marcus -- though Reynard was talking to the spirit who was currently inhabiting Marcus' body, the man made a gurgling sound, "I know. I'm sorry. You're not happy in there. Just hold on. I need you to answer some questions for me, alright." Marcus' eyes had rolled into the back of his head, still thrashing, "Focus." Honestly, Reynard had never done something like this before. It took a whole lot of energy, that he didn't really have right now, and was just a little disconcerting, "I need you to tell me who was behind the kidnappings." The shingles of the roof started to shake, the dim light flickering. Reynard Gritted his teeth as this spirit tried to communicate with him, steadying himself by placing a hand on the chair of course this allowed for Marcus to latch onto his arm, whatever fingernails the man had digging into Reynard's wrist, "OK. OK. The New Order. I need their next step... Something about humans. Picking up where Gabriel left off..." He could feel the man break skin, "Using superiors to fight superiors. A new era of human reign --" A groan, "I can't... That's all I can do..."

Reynard: "I need to let him go --"

Grayson: "Ask him to give me names. At least one. Who's working for you? One superior."

Reynard: Another cry of discomfort -- or was that pain? Yeah. it was pain. Falling to a knee now, "I need a name." He was slowly losing control, "Someone working for them. Please. Then I'll let you go." His free hand balled into a fist, slamming down against the creaking floor boards, "Javier Diaz."

Grayson: "Fine. Let him go." Grayson stepped back, feeling successful and empowered, "i knew that piece of shit was a crook, I fucking knew him and his piece of shit human trash were in this together." He sighed, "you guys can leave"

Bishop: Wow Bishop's whole day went to shit in a matter of, like, an hour. He moved to grab Reynard and lift him to his feet. "Let's go."

Reynard: Reynard spent the next couple of moments and what little energy he had left in him to expel the spirit from Marcus before collapsing entirely. It took a while for Bishop to get him up. Too drained to do anything but follow.