#fifthfang

[stubbxrnhearts]

@fifthfang

“LEGAULT!!” Screaming in a complete panic, he could barely handle himself seeing someone he knew. “Please, you have to help me, I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Grabbing his tail, he tried his best to show it to the other. 

[lucius-of-cornwell]

🎼"Mm, Lucius, do you know why the piccolo player was arrested?"

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“All hail the pioneers, rebels, and mutineers. Go forth*, and have no fear.”

*I refuse to believe, in spite of the official lyric video, that this is meant to be “go fourth,” as in between the third and fifth person XD

“Um, no, I don’t know why the piccolo player was arrested..?”

[dallarsaol]

@fifthfang [con’t]

“They might as well have handed a sword to a child throwing a temper tantrum,” Leo commented with a heavy sigh. Such foolishness was almost downright embarrassing; though a testament to the effectiveness of sowing a bit of chaos amongst the enemy. “So, who gets to pick off whatever survivors are left? I wager there won’t be many at this rate.” 

[valliteborne]

@fifthfang {{x}}

“Hmm, I suppose that would be either Jakob, Felicia, or Flora... However, neither one of them are present. We could just grab a bite at the Mess Hall, however I don’t know who’s on duty at the moment.“

[lucius-of-cornwell]

@fifthfang (continued from here)

“Hnn,” muttered the blob, and pulled the quilt a little closer. Legault had given himself decent odds that he could have avoided being discovered here. Apparently his oddsmaking skills were down, unlike his temperature.

Blast it. He hadn’t wanted to put Lucius out. The man had enough on his mind without dealing with a sick assassin, in Legault’s tired opinion.

The fresh air was welcome, though. He’d left the windows closed to cover his tracks, but since that had failed him, he might as well accept it. He shifted to a more upright position, propping his back against the wall and part of the ceiling, and unburied his nose from the depths of the covers.

He cracked an eye open when he heard footsteps on the attic stairs a second time, and lifted a weary hand in rueful greeting.

Lucius was not very good at getting just water. He returned to the attic with not only a pitcher and a cup, but a slice of toast and a small dish of applesauce. Who knew when Legault had last eaten?

“I thought you knew I had two rules in this house,” he said, setting the tray down on a nearby box. “No one is ever hungry, and no one is ever cold.” His expression softened as he reached out tentatively to feel the assassin’s forehead.

“Why didn’t you say anything? How long have you been up here?”

[lucius-of-cornwell]

[fifthfang] “Mm, Lucius, do you know why a thief breaks into song?”

Oh no. He knows better than to take this bait...but he’s curious. Raven usually groans about Legault’s sense of humor, but Lucius inevitably giggles.

“No..?”

[resonatingmuses]

[fifthfang] The air in this unfamiliar country was still, and though there was the soft murmur of a river, it was of a black depth that a wise man would tread carefully near. Legault caught no other sound save his own soft tread over tumbled stones, and saw no living creatures, save one some yards hence, shrouded in a deep black that matched the river. He drew closer, with caution.

He’d have no memory of how he got here. Most didn’t. Death wouldn’t try to jog Legault’s memory. It may cause too much distress to his soul.

As Legault approached in the distance, Death faced towards him. His jaw dropped down mechanically and a plum of vapor rose from it. “You were played an unfair hand recently.” The words were slow and uneven in their sound.

“Care to talk a walk?”

[dallarsaol]

Folded on Leo's bed is a square of Sacaen fabric dyed a richly-heathered dark gray. Shaken out into the rectangle it is, it falls more towards the bandana side of the spectrum than the hair band he usually wears. It's carefully studded with tiny carved wooden beads in two parallel lines, where they would show if it were worn.

Dinner had been lively, far more so than he was used to in Krakenburg and yet he didn't find that he minded it so terribly much. Raven’s cooking was certainly nothing short of tantalizing and any tomato based dish in his hand was nothing short of tantalizing. The leather pouch and elixers were still tucked beneath his arm when he returned to his room. 

The dark patch of fabric immediately catches his attention. He has to pause a moment; it wasn’t there before, and everyone had been at dinner. That left only one person capable of leaving it and evading Leo’s notice. 

It would seem somehow everyone found out what today was.

His expression was anything but displeased, picking up the fabric and unfolding it carefully. It takes a moment before the shape fully evident to decide what it was, but by the time he sees the rectangle he’s figured it out. It was different than his usual choice, but would better keep the unruly blond strands in place. The bead work was particularly impressive and especially sacaean in its style, which he was quickly finding rather to his taste.

I shall have to be certain to thank him later.