Strange Bedfellows

Ione

[The doggen cowered back as I my fist came down on my father’s desk, the rush of air sending papers scattering like leaves on a breeze. My growl echoes in the expansive study, sending the meeker ones scrambling out the heavy oak door. Contracts and blueprints, permits and designers.  Money and time spent in infuriating limbo in the sterile office belonging to Havers at the clinic and not a sign of Vishous. My temper flared and my hand shot across the desk, sending a crystal decanter flying into the far wall and exploding like a gunshot. Useless. Wasted. Perhaps this was not the way to the warrior that plagued my thoughts. But, I would find one.]

Zypher

-Stepping from the void of nothingness as both bastards materialized at the end of the drive, Zypher looked to the home of Ione. and nodded as he felt more than heard Throe materialize behind him- this is it...this is where Vishous brought the little princess...this is where she threw herself at his head. -He did not stop the nasty smirk- Throe

Throe

Materializing next to Zypher on the cobbled drive he was feeling wary at being in this neighborhood. Once, very long ago all this finery had been common place. Manicured lawns, spectacular architecture.. now it was just whitewash over the corruption that lie just beneath the surface. The aristocracy gave him hives.-

Zypher

-Sensing Throe's apprehension, he said nothing as he headed boldly down the drive, not bothering to conceal their presence. If this worked there would be no need to hide, the Band of Bastards would have an open alliance with the Glymera and thus..could take the throne. -Glancing over his shoulder briefly before he raised his fist to knock, he mumbled under his breath- smile ya bastard..these are your people. -He grinned as he knocked, knowing that would get a rise out of his fellow soldier- 

Throe

-Following behind as it appeared the direct approach was Zypher's way of making contact. Shaking his head, at the arrogance of his comrade knowing they were so not going to be welcomed was visiting royalty, more like common vagrants which they more closely resembled in their fighting gear. Standing tall regardless and willing to let Zypher make his play in his own way, unless things went south.- 

Ione

[railing until my frustration is spent, I screech at a brave doggen that had withstood the onslaught of my fury, pointing to the pool of shards on the floor] Clean that up and bring me another decanter. With a glass. [Watching him slink away to do as I’d bade, I hear the sharp rap from the entry, followed by the ratlike scurry of a doggen toward the door. “The mistress is indisposed….I understand but… yes, yes of course. Friends of the departed Master Donall are indeed welcomed here…” I rolled my eyes and smoothed the stray locks that had come free from their pins during my rampage, taking a seat in the oversized leather chair. “Mistress Ione? Two gentlemales have arrived, bearing condolences at your father’s loss.” Oh, for…] Send them in.

The Hand You're Dealt

Xcor

-lying in his bunk, the sound of raucous laughter echoing around the roughly hewn walls, he growled low in his throat, irritated and His plans were moving too slowly. Gaining the acceptance and support of the ever-fucking Glymera was tedious. A means to an end. Not that he was the most patient male in existence, now that the end result was closing in, he physically yearned to spill the blood of the bitch who'd slain his father. Patience, he reminded himself. Stealth and perseverance will bring her to her end.-

Throe

-Hearing the irritated growl from Xcor did nothing to dampen his mood. Reaching for the almost empty bottle and swigging it back he waited for Balthazar to play his next card- It doesn't matter how long you sit there looking at those, you still will not win

Balthazar

-fingering the Royal flush I am holding, a sly smile creeps across my features as I stare Throe down.- One must shut his mouth when he lacks the knowledge of the unknown. -I lay my cards down and scoop up the spoils.- Eat shit fuckers.

Zypher

-He had been like a shadow watching the club. His orders from Xcor were clear: Secure Females. That part was easy..what he had not expected was to be witness to such a daring rescue of a female by what appeared to be, well holy fuck.. Vishous and another brother. Would miracles never cease. He had followed them to what he knew to be a glymera neighborhood and had witnessed the kiss the female had bestowed upon the warrior. He could smell her want of him from the shadows. Interesting...holy hell Xcor would want to know this..apparently the daughter of Donall..of house Donall had the hots for a brother. This...was excellent news. Scattering himself to the wind, he made haste back to the Bastards current hovel intent on sharing this little piece of info. Fucking would have to wait..but only for a short while. He made quick time in entering and finding the leader- Xcor!...-a grin spread over his unshaven face- the scribe may like us yet..

Xcor

-rising from his bunk, scarred face set in grim acceptance as Zypher's voice carried to his ears. Expecting another group of soon to be repulsed females he wondered what the one who lost the coin toss to service me would look like. Surely she wouldn't be deserving of the terror she'd face. His boots clocked across the worn wooden floor as he threw the door back, a puzzled expression creasing his brow as he growled out in agitation.- What's this? Zypher the great has failed to procure females for his brethren? - sardonically- Will miracles never cease... might just have a mind to have ye turned out into the dawn.  

Throe

-palming his dagger and jumping up at the first sound of approach. He kept the dagger at the ready even after Zypher's voice reached his ear. He did not easily relax his wariness even among those he chose to fight with. It had kept him alive more than once-

Balthazar

Just so you know Throe, when you jumped up just now, you made a woman's sound. -I lean back in my chair, tucking my fingers under my belt. my shrewd eyes scan the room of Bastards, all of us lethal, all of us without mercy, all of us thirsty for power. my eyes linger a moment on the scarred, messed up face of our leader, Xcor. That one there, lacks a moral compass. Personally, I would rather fight with a mad man then against one. They don't come much bat crazier than him. I scan over to Zypher, my finger flicking off the scabbard of my short dirk, the grip honed to a shine with centuries of use. His eyes meet mine and hold. It's never been an easy alliance between he and I. Naturally born aggressors, the two us, we have clashed more than our share during our time in the band of miscreants. I sneer at him as I tap my brow in a salute-

Zypher

-Ignoring the growls, and sneers from his cohorts, as well as the insult from the man he would follow to the Fade, he quickly spilled the scene he had been witness to, proud to have found a weakness in the glymera strong hold. Ione wanted Vishous and more than likely could find him...perhaps the bastards could be of service to her. If you'll allow me to introduce myself to the daughter of Donall, I'm certain...-the grin spread once more- we could work something out

Xcor

-leaning a thick shoulder against the wall, he crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed keen eyes on Zypher. A chance sighting could likely be the necessary key into the inner circle of the Glymera. Well fuck if this wasn't proving to be predestined after all.  Grunting in approval, he nodded his head once to Zypher before turning to face Throe.- You. You'll be his shadow this night and until this female is found. Tell her near anythin' she has need to hear, just mark my words. Do not fuck this up. -Shrewdly watching the solemn nods of his Bastards, he stood and crossed the room, a heavy hand closing around a bottle of rum.- One utterance, one word. One hint of a location where we might find the white eyed Brother, you return to me immediately. We clear?

Throe

-nods grimly- we are. I know this family and this princess. She can be... difficult -smirking at Zypher- but the family is very well placed and a debt owed us from such a position would be advantageous.

Xcor

-His lips curled in a calculating sneer, acknowledging the logic in tallying up favors owed. Raising the bottle to take a long pull, he swallowed the warmth into his gut and pointed the bottleneck at the door- What the fuck are ye lazy bastards waitin' for? Tarry not! The sooner ye begin, the closer we'll be to meeting our goal, yeah? -Turning on his heel, he strode to the now abandoned chair across from Balthazar, dropping his ass in while he reached for the tattered cards, deftly shuffling the deck.-