Gluttony

Okay, I discussed this in the NnT RP chat a while back, but I want to seriously get it kick-started now! 

If you are interested in participating in an interactive Seven Deadly Sins story plot ft. Yours Truly as the “Dungeon Master”, please give this post a like.  I’ll reach out to participants at the beginning of next week.

Multi-muse blogs, please also comment which of your characters you’d like to play. We will be avoiding ‘doubles’ for this purely to avoid confusion, so please give single-muse blogs priority on their character. 

Elaine’s eyes follow Merlin as she passes, then they’re quick to flicker to the now open door. Without a moment’s hesitation, her wings give a single flap. That alone is enough to give her the speed she desires to flee the tavern. She had backed down to Merlin only moments before, but that was to avoid a fight. This way was a lot easier and in her favor.

She notices Elaine’s departure, how could she not?, but she has a new priority demanding her attention. Namely, the grey demon bearing down on the tavern at that very moment. A snap of her fingers brings Merlin outside a heartbeat later, likely in the same moment Elaine leaves the tavern’s front door. 

      “Exterminate Ray!” 

@boarsinned​ wants to talk to a (fellow) Seven Deadly Sins muse! Randomizing…

“Hey Merlin? When’s the captain s’posed to get back? I can’t exactly feed all these people if I don’t have ingredients.”

      “Unfortunately, he doesn’t tell me all his plans in crystal detail.”  She pauses, considering the ease with which she could track him if she wanted. But she’s never been one to volunteer services she isn’t asked for.

There’s a long moment of silence as Elaine debates her choices. Sure, Merlin had a point, but it was physically hurting to remain trapped in these walls. Her eyes shift to the window where she could see the barricaded city. Just on the edge was where the other sins were fighting with their opponent. If she tried hard enough she could faintly hear Ban’s thoughts.

Her frown never faltering when she returns her glare on the sorceress. Her hand begins to shake when it ultimately closes into a fist and her arm drops, showing her decision to back down and avoid a fight. “I just.. Don’t want to be useless.” She mutters out with a soft voice.

She returns the fairy’s glower with an even gaze, not breaking the staring contest until Elaine’s hand falls down to her side. 

To Merlin’s own surprise she hesitates in her reply, frozen for a moment by the unexpected warmth of empathy within her chest. Damn it all, since when is she so sentimental? Since when does she care what other people feel? She isn’t sure, but the fact of the matter is that she does, and a gentle smile comes to her face.

     “I understand,” she sighs. “If waiting while the others        fight is difficult...” she pauses, fishing for a task Elaine could do. 

Her eyes watch Merlin’s movements, allowing her enough time to block her escape. Her body slowly lowers and her feet gently place themselves on the ground. “Merlin.. You’re a friend of Ban’s.. I don’t want to hurt you.” She says softly, though her arm still lifting to show her palm, a threat of her own right. “But I’ll do whatever I can to protect him. Let me help.” She’s no longer using politeness or manners. This is her one and only warning.

     “Nor do I want to fight. But perhaps the best way to do so       is by your absence,” she continues, unfazed by the brush of a breeze past her ear. Elaine may be stronger than her by the numbers, but that hardly means she has an advantage where Merlin is concerned.

☼   |  @boarsinned​ | Cont. from Here.

He was cautious to approach her, as always when in his noon form. How pitiful, he inwardly tormented. Though he was hesitant, he wanted to ensure Merlin was still alive and to protect her while she recovered, despite his pathetic, current strength levels.

“L- lady Merlin! P- please! Allow me to accompany you!” He rushed out, his arms braced to catch her, should she fall.

She quirks a little smile, but even the bitterness behind it cannot keep it up for very long --- it’s little more than a twitch of her lips, in the end.

      “I’m fine, you needn’t worry,” she says, even as she supports herself with a hand on his shoulder. It trembles just a bit. Her other hand, she lifts off of the wall and dabs gently against the damp corner of her mouth. 

      “Just a bit of... well, I’m not really sure...”

“I appreciate your concern, but I am capable of looking out for myself.” Sure, Ban will be worried for her, but she’s tired of being babied. She’s tired of always having to be saved by him. She knew of her own potential. “Now, if you don’t mind.. I’m coming with you.”

      “I do mind.” 

A half step to the side puts her within reach of the door and she extends an arm across it like a gate. Obviously that alone can’t keep Elaine from leaving the room, but the meaning of the gesture is still clear.

“Geez.. Did you forget my amazing power to steal whatever I want? This is gonna be way too easy. When I win, what’s my prize?” He grins, his arrogant attitude getting the better of him. He’d apparently forgotten her incredible talent in magic, allowing her to teleport not just others, but herself included.

Ah yes, the prize. She draws back with a soft hum. 

    “The victor --- whoever it may be --- gets to decide       the next challenge and demand any one thing of the runner-up.”

It’s better for her if he continues to forget. He is intelligent enough to build a strategy against her if he thought about it, and then she’d have to bother with working around it. Better all around if he fails altogether to recall just who he’s up against -- and she’s the one who set the game up, no less.

She folds her arms across her chest and tips her head back to literally look down her nose at him despite his superior height. 

She takes a deliberate, measured breath to re-focus and begins again.

     “I meant only to suggest that you go somewhere safer        until this is over. Both for your well-being and for Ban’s...       peace of mind.”

Find my muse… recovering from throwing up  |  Accepting!

@licnspride​

He finds her retching in the back of the Boar Hat, alone, half-illuminated by light leaking through the cracked-open rear door but mostly hidden in the bar’s sunset shadow. She glances his way just as he arrives, and an unreadable frown flickers over her lips before she composes her face as if nothing is wrong.

      “Oh, Escanor. Excuse me, I…” 

“Ohoh~ And just what did you have in mind?” He smirks, his lips stretching far enough to one side in order to show a single fang. His elbows are placed on the counter as he leans on them, moving his upper body closer toward her.

     “Well, you’ve often expressed curiosity at what else        I’m capable of.”

She matches his approach, bringing their chests not quite a shoulder’s width apart with a smirk.