Tuesday, June 12, 2012

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.-

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