#frederick brackner

Frederick: *smiling softly against her lips the moment before she pulls back, he nods, albeit reluctantly, at her question. Frederick was both upset and relieved she could not go inside. No matter how much he told himself that Lucy could handle any of what these people might say, it still didn't sink in to him completely; he just wanted to protect her. Besides, Cyrus was in there somewhere, so where his uncle and aunts and siblings and cousins...he felt bad for saying it but he sincerely hoped he didn't run into them. He was there for one reason and one reason only. Lifting her hands, he kissed each once, rubbing his thumbs in circles.* I won't be long.

Damocles: *He just nods, standing straighter until Cyrus left. Rubbing his forehead and looking determinedly anywhere but the window, he reached to take Cyrus' tea cup back to the cart.*

Lucy: *At least she had been there when they had entered the grounds, passed the security procedures to let him in. The way they had looked at him irked her, but they hadn't said anything. Now she realized guards were the easy part: if he saw any member of his family....she squeezed his hands tighter. Softened by his sweet kisses she nods,* You will convince him. I'm sure of it. And then we can celebrate, honey. *Kissing his cheek, she whispered,* I love you. *Then she let him go.*

Frederick: *He nodded, lightened by her words and holding on to them tightly, as tightly as if he were to hold on to her.* I love you too. *Then it was time for the ascend. Court could be so damn predictable, that he almost laughed. Some things didn't change. He had been good at ignoring everyone in here already, it was simply a skill he had to tap into again and without difficulty. Whispers traveled faster than light, in his opinion. The more he walked, the more people he seemed to stumble upon, but so far none of his family. Good. He clutched the folder to him a little tighter as he greeted Nathaniel, and asked him if per chance Damocles was busy. Frederick knew that usually these things were brought to the entire council on a specifically designated day but honestly, Rick didn't care. Damocles' servant seemed even more flabbergasted than usual, mentioned something about "good timing" under his breath and "too close" before he excused himself to go into the study and announce him. Odd man.*

Damocles: *Surprised as he heard Nathaniel ask to enter once more, he looked up and tilted his head. Utter shock crossed his expression but - oh, of course. That explained why Lucy was waiting (all right, he may have looked outside once or twice). Nodding to usher him in, he stood again (finishing his tea quickly).* Morning, Frederick. *Certain his surprise was still on his face, he pondered a moment telling him to go after his father - but that was him being a meddling arrogant ass, so he let it drop. Instead he said simply,* It's truly good to see you.

Frederick: *He walked in when he was allowed in, odd word to use but it was the correct one after all, and was actually pleased to see the surprise on Damocles' face. Good. Shock and awe could be a good combination.* Good morning, my lord. *The sincerity of his next words now left -Rick- a little surprised so he smiled and nodded.* Thank you. In that case, I already have something in my favor. *his lips flicked briefly before he motioned to his folder* I have a business proposal that I think you would be interested in. Do you have some time to spare? 

Damocles: *Part of what was truly so shocking, was seeing the natural ease with which Frederick spoke. He always had been confidant - always smirking with some smart-ass comment or another, but now Damocles was stunned. The difference between father and son never so palpable as now (he could not help but compare); even the respectful title dropped the same way seemed to sound different.* Oh? *He found himself smiling honestly now too. For while his clothes clearly looked well-cared for, they also were worn...and yet Frederick looked damn better together than his father had. Aching in his chest at the thought -goddamn Brackner stubbornness- he nodded, gesturing Rick could sit with him to show the proposal.* Well, spare no, but listen yes. *His lips split in a wry smirk.* What do you have in mind?

Frederick: *he sits when it was offered and it was most probably for the best; he tended to pace when he was anxious or nervous.* In one word: growth. Here's another: opportunity. Security. Prosperity. *Oh yes, he could really lay it on thick when he needed to. He pulled out a piece of paper and laid it in front of Damocles on the table. On it was a charter request, written by him (his education paid off after all,) and at the top the name "The People's Bank of Faye".* In my time living in town, I've realized how many things I had taken for granted. They, and now I mostly, live day to day. They have no place to store their savings, where those savings could accumulate interest, no place to ask for a loan except for the Lords up here specifically and the majority are not as generous or understanding creditors as you are. 

Damocles: *Rather amused at first when he realized he legitimately was being pitched to, the lofty words that made him smirk quickly fell into words that made him listen. Genuinely, as this was meant to be something Octavius oversaw for him and knew his wife did more than either. Mitchell's words about starving them with the taxes rang in his ear and for a moment, he was grateful to hear Frederick say he was the most generous whether of not it was true. Perusing the top of the document slowly with a critical frown but eagerness to learn in his gaze, he nodded once. The thought of a bank had crossed his mind before - every single time Leanne had visited truthfully while her husband looked on fondly - but while his wife cultivated the school, he had never been able to find the right people or time to open such a bank. His goals had been split between raising his children with principles, endeavoring to strengthen the security against darker foes since Marcus had fled, learning with George and Adelina as much as they could how dark magic worked - medicine,as he aided her healing research. and of course, what had consumed his life - the "spare" time - passing the proclamation. 

Reaching the end of the top parchment, he looked up to Frederick. Honestly for a moment he wished he could appoint another Brackner to the council position - but Cyrus had made that impossible. Furrowing his brows and realizing he was interested in setting this bank up already - that wasn't all. But first things first.* I am impressed. Frederick, I have long thought such would be a good idea - the issues have come in how you would set it up. What building in town? How many would you hire - what governs the investments you are allowed to make? *His lips flick thinking ruefully; the council? His nose wrinkles.* If the council does, then I would think you and everyone else would be at risk to lose life savings to them. But if you are willing to work with me personally...then I think the first step would be speaking to my wife and Esther Hall as well, so we might offer a seminar to teach how to invest in their own profits.

*He'd need one. Oh, military strategy he understood - and he was a fair hand at political maneuvering and affairs with foreign counties or even nations. But show him his finances and his mind spun past simple facts: he just did not have his wife's brain.*

Frederick: *He was immediately interested, Rick could see. It was not surprising that Damocles had thought of this before, or that some of his councillors, advisors (or wife) had brought up the issue. But before all of that, it was strictly speculation. Now Frederick brought plans, detailed ones. He had written rough drafts on pieces of napkins while he worked at the tavern, stayed up late passing them over, consulted with Lucy and Thomas and Esther (sometimes on a particular word, sometimes asking if the sentence was clear enough, that sort of thing.) He took another parchment out and smirked* You'll notice I came to you alone and not them, my lord. I already have approached Esther and Arleen as well and they'd both be delighted to help. *He passed another document* That's the floor plan of the building I'd plan to use: it's been abandoned, needs some restoration but the internal structure I could restore magically without any need for funds. I believe I was told it may or may not have been used as a safe house for goods a couple of decades ago for smugglers.

*Honestly, the way Esther smirked when she told him, he figured it had to be some sort of Stone thing.* The hidden room would be the perfect place for the vaults, and the safety deposit boxes. Again, I could handle the security with spells to keep out burglars, both magical and muggle. It would be a small operation to start with- I'd act as bookkeeper and record all the transactions, and owner. Ian Lally has expressed interest and Esther has assured me he possesses great skill, he would be one teller, Mia Stone -*truthfully, she had overhead he and Esther talking one day and wriggled her way into the conversation, but she proved her worth* as well. They'd handle the money- receiving it and distributing it. I'd also appoint another administrative position, to oversee the running, keep the gears turning if you will, someone with a natural flare for authority. I have several in mind, but I've not yet approached anyone.

*Thomas had suggested Merida, because no one would dare go against Merida, and she'd have those potential burglars running out of there faster than...well, Rick forgot. But he was sure it was a very witty simile.* Obviously I'd need start up money, but the bank would be able to after a certain time repay your investment through our retained earnings from interest revenue, and it would grant you, or someone you appoint, I suppose The Councillor of the Treasury *-God help them-* access to audit our books, for that is well within your right as an investor. *He paused and then licked his lips, before adding more genuinely, personally*

I realized that I'll never make the money I need to save up for my own place working at the tavern. And then I realized if that was true to me, it was true for many. The process is going to be long, they people in town will get frustrated because they won't see the pay off quick enough, but it -will- happen. Your people will be happier, better off. The town will grow, more business will grow, the quality of life will improve, more children will be educated. The gap between the nobles and the townspeople will get smaller, and muggleborns as well. If they grow to have money and if they grow to have a better education the same way we...*he corrected himself* you, people here at court do, it will become more apparent, easier to see, that we're all the same. Purebloods and muggleborns and everything in between. So you see, it's not just the town's growth and prosperity and security and opportunity I was referring to, it's the court's as well. *he paused for a moment and then added in jokingly* The future of the magi cal race could very well be decided by your accepting or declining my offer here, Damocles- my lord. *He was that important, after all.*

Damocles: *A smuggler's hide-out? Why did that remind him of Rowland? Rowland had told...who was he talking to?...that his sister had been a smuggler before marriage. Damocles blinked, not liking that he didn't know why he knew that and moved on. Continuing to go through the documents as he spoke, to add visuals and follow along the floor plan, his ears may well have swiveled in his eagerness to understand the finer points. At least Claudius, for all his long-winded ancient answers and weird reading spectacles had the least inclination of the council towards self-interest; the man loved his numbers too much to abide such inaccuracies. He could always ask George to read them as well -- he might grant most of the Stuart business to Leanne, but he handled daily affairs on his own.

All such minute thoughts of set-up fled as Frederick again turned to personal experience. Damocles held his gaze without a flicker of his sudden immense emotion on his face, nod bare. Mitchell had reminded him they were not children anymore. Frederick's clear preparation was only outmatched by his emotional attachment, his deeper understanding of how this might help everyone and not merely himself. Dear Lord, when had he gotten so old? He was recognizing: these were the advisors he needed, Frederick and Mitchell, Leah and Malcolm - these children who were no longer children, they were the ones fighting. And in that instant Damocles realized they were the reason he had hope. It was an old war they fought, their parents and grandparents war  -- but the children, the ones who Vlad would lead and work with -- they were much smarter than him. They would do a damn fine job, he thought proudly. Nodding now, through a wry smirk he said first,*

Well, you certainly know how to stroke my ego. *More sincerely.* And what I care about. *And he did. Rick had gotten it: proved to Damocles that he saw the larger picture by having lived it--that he understood what he honestly was trying to change had nothing to do with lowering nobility. It was about better lives for all.* Very well, Frederick - I will go through the proposal--*with his sisters, wife and George...he thought for a moment, how Evelyn would inform Garrett, who would tell Cyrus before thinking he couldn't worry about that, it was not his concern. Frederick might have been denied his title by his father - but he had not been banished by him.* -- and define the funding. In the meantime, you have permission to both start the spells for security that require no funding and approach your regulator in mind and inform everyone we will go ahead. I'll have official contracts drawn to those -*he gestured the plans*-and our additions of financial specifics and we can meet to sign and break ground. I'll trust you to head the project once we have, and appoint myself until it opens to audit. *He pauses, and then says more simply,* However Frederick...I need your help as well.

*What he truly wanted to say - that it was he who granted titles, as he had to Garrett, regardless of Cyrus - he swallowed back only as he did not mean yet to take that step. His eyes suddenly blazing with determination, he doesn't blink as he holdshis gaze.* What you said - what you've shown with these documents... is more than a bank, that you understand now why this fight is important. I have been blinded by the court - however honorable my intentions, I know that to some, if not many, appears I am out of touch with what real people need right now. That the proclamation was an empty gesture or an olive branch I now will point at and say it was all I needed to do, that I am yet above them, that I do not care. *He exhales.*

That is not true. I care. I sympathize. But I do not have the means to empathize that you now do. These are the things that I need to hear, that I want to hear. *His lips flick in a dry smirk.* I'm not asking you to go try and change people's minds about me -- they can say what they will, my ego will recover, I'm sure. But I would like to talk to you. I would like to understand their struggles that are now yours too - I would like your advice more often. *He exhales, eyes watering as he suddenly realizes he still has yet to blink and finally does so.* I cannot make you acouncillor- you know that, but I've had personal advisors before in regards to the town. *One. He pushed it from his mind, mentally convincing himself he meant Adelina and those Maeve and Abira worked with.* And I can pay you for that as well as the funding for the bank. Not much but--*he shrugged a shoulder*--I would not ask you to do so for free.

Frederick: *He only restrained a laugh of triumph by diverting it towards a combination of an expression between a smirk and a grin. He nodded, the bubble of apprehension in his chest deflating to know he had succeeded.* Yes, sir. Thank you, Damocles- *He had completely forgotten the honorific in his withheld excitement, nodding through all the instructions, having expected them or at least similar variants of what he was hearing. He pauses mid nod as Damocles adds something else. A year ago he would not have expected to be sitting here, discussing muggleborns rights with Damocles, much less being for them. He had grown. He had changed - thank God, for the better. Instantly hearing an odd combination of voices Etta, Jane, Leah, and Karyn that said quite loudly "he couldn't have gotten any worse." He didn't regret any of it though, none at all, despite all those weeks feeling like an empty vessel and all those mornings of choking back his own vomit and so many years of hating himself...he was for the better now, even if he was dirt poor. He supposed it was so noticeable that Damocles could easily see it, see the difference and no trusted him enough to want his opinion. Frederick sat back slowly, stunned. He pursed his lips together as he considered it. The extra money could very well be worth it (and he had a feeling Damocles' version of "not much" differed from what Rick's was right now).* How often would I need to come to court and report to you?

Damocles: *Waiting patiently while it processed for him he furrowed his brows slowly at the question. His pleasant expression unmoved, an icy jolt through his veins anyway; he thought to himself ideally he would have had Frederick report to the entire council at the weekly meetings. Yet he had just appointed his father there and while he wanted to proceed professionally, he knew he could not govern as if he did not know what situations would cause conflict. As if he didn't know his people. Was that not the whole point?* I could meet with you in town once a week, Frederick, in the capacity of working on this bank. *Simply, but fairly,* If you continue coming to court then people will ask why - and while I surely do not mind who you tell, if you tell the town they might start treating you differently...want you to quote-unquote "report well of them" or the like, and that helps neither of us. Does that sound fair?

Frederick: *He could not deny that he was immensely relieved that he wouldn't have to return on a regular basis. That would have been near intolerable and the more he was back here, the more chances he had of running into his family. And Damocles had a point, if he came here too often well, all that trust that he earned in town could have easily gone away. He nodded.* Very fair. *he smiles earnestly, still in much disbelief this had gone so well* Thank you, my lord.

Damocles: *As he honestly smiles, Damocles mirrors with his own. See? Bloody hell, why did people think him so impossible to work with? When in agreement with him - was he not rather generous?* I'm glad you approached me. *A little more seriously.* Is Lucy well? *He honestly asked more because he wanted to show he respected them together - but he also added anyways,* You can see her waiting outside from here, you know.

Frederick: *He neglected to mention that he might not even have thought about the bank seriously without Mitchell Stone's input because quite frankly, Frederick would rather believe that wasn't true. It would have happened either way. The topic of Lucy always brightened his face and he nodded, lips flicking in amusement after taking a glance at the window, though as he was sitting he really couldn't see much.* She's doing good. Anxious to hear the news I expect.

Damocles: *He chuckles at the addition, nodding absently as he looks back to the parchments in front of him. Shuffling them as he puts them in order, he says lightly,* I am glad she's well. *His eyes flick up to look at him, adding simply,* Then you should hasten to her at once I expect though - I should add I believe Jane would love to see you too. *His one eyebrow cocks saying drily,* Or else we'll all hear it for ages. 

Frederick: Respectfully sir, I don't plan on lingering around the court any longer than I have to. *And he was definitely anxious to return to Lucy's side now that Damocles had approved the project.* So unless she happens to be standing right outside the door *he shrugs* she knows where to find me.

Damocles: *Just nodding once, his smile does not flicker or falter, but a sadness crosses his eyes as he understands the bo--man, truthfully.* I understand. Thank you for your proposal - and for accepting. I will owl you with the details of the latter later tonight? *He stood, extending his hand to shake.*

Lucy: *Fidgeting with her bracelet as she spins it around and around her wrist her eyes scan the grounds anxiously. Well, rather, she did not what to see one Lordling in particular. Counting windows to pass the time - and ducking the gaze of some young ladies hurrying by she didn't know - she frowned and thought speak-of-the-devil, spying Matthew talking with some other bastard friend of his. Wrinkling her nose and straightening to glower at him, the man smirks - but she turns and walks the other way, nearly running in to someone. When she saw it was Rick, she promptly did. Arms still around him tightly, her words breathless,* Well? How did it go? *Keep eyes onme, she thought hastily.*

Frederick: *Nodding, he stood, feeling oddly lighter than when he first walked into the room.* I look forward to working with you, sir. *He shook his hand firmly and then left the room, a part of him was almost expecting Jane to be waiting outside the door despite his initial statement being partially a joke. Ignoring the whispers and the pointing was even easier now, and he walked down the hallways quickly. Stepping out onto the grounds, he smiled to see Lucy and walked towards her but she didn't seem to be noticing him. Frowning slightly in confusion, it was nevertheless cleared as she finally noticed him and all but barreled into him with a hug. Smiling again, he hugged her back tightly and then exhaled, eyes dropping to the ground in feigned disappointment for a few seconds before he looked up at her and grinned.* He's accepted the proposal.

Lucy: *As he dropped her gaze she winced instantly - preparing remarks, trying to think how to make him feel better, when he looks back up grinning. Gasping out and whacking his shoulder she shakes her head wide-eyed,* Oh you--Rick. *She leans in and kisses him - a loud smack against his lips.* Of course he did. I never had any doubt. *Lie: but it was Damocles she doubted, not Rick.* When do you start...? 

Frederick: *He laughed as she hit him, kissing her back and putting an arm around her again and then heading towards the entrance, now more accurately an exit for them.* Immediately. He said I could start clearing out the building and installing security spells that require no money, and then he'll have some contacts drawn up. *That he would scour through diligently.* He also offered me a position, as an advisor. He'll meet me in town weekly under the pretense of working on the bank...I said I'd help him with that too. He'd basically be paying me to share my opinions.

 Lucy: *looking over his shoulder as he spun with her, she scowled a moment as she saw Matthew still looking at them and quickened their pace, eyes falling back to his and beaming. She didn't notice her voice go up in octave as she answered,* Frederick, that's wonderful! And...ridiculous, only you would manage to find that job when you weren't even looking. *Eyes forward.* So...you'll have two jobs - giving your opinion, starting the bank...*And faster steps, her free hand lifting to fix and toy with his tie,* this sounds like an occasion for celebration.

Frederick: Well, I do possess a certain skill of overachieving, you know. *He supposed he wasn't surprised that Lucy was also trying to move them as fast as possible out of there, he would want to be gone too. So he focused instead on what they could do once they get out of here. Smirking, he raised his eyebrows and asked seemingly innocently* What did you have in mind?

Damocles: Yes, please show him in. *He was standing at the window of his study, one hand on a cup of tea and the other wrapped gently around the rim of his chair arm.Hearing Nathanial move towards the door once more he took a steadying swig of tea. Of his relatives, Cyrus was the one he had the strange feeling he respected both the most and least at once -- but he did trust him, and he trusted few now. Smiling briefly as he entered he nodded to dismiss Nathanial and said simply,* Good morning. Do you want a cup of tea? *he gestured to the pot still steaming on the cart. He was startled to realize that he had never seen such an impeccably well-dressed and proper man look so worn in his life - but this was not about that. Damocles knew that in the court there were precious few who he could rely on and honestly - whatever his disapproval of Cyrus' actions with his family lately, did not sum the man up anymore than a singular good action did. He respected the man for nearly every other aspect of his life.* Thank you for coming, Cyrus. I appreciate it. 

Cyrus: *He didn't trouble himself with trying to guess what exactly Damocles had summoned him for. Thinking, he found, was something that grew progressively more difficult to accomplish for all his thoughts seemed to want to quickly veer to one subject. Cyrus, however, would not allow himself to appear as distraught as he felt. His suit was tailored perfectly, his shoes polished- every single detail of his appearance was remarkably and thoroughly clean as it always had been. He carried himself proudly as he walked inside Damocles' study. Smiles never came easy for Cyrus, now that was more true than ever, but a pleasant expression he achieved easily.* Yes, thank you. *He had no interest in tea, but it was proper etiquette and Cyrus was a man of propriety, especially now...now it was all he had left.* Of course. *As if he would refute a direct invitation from his reigning Lord.* What can I do for you, my lord?

Damocles: Excellent. *As he poured the tea himself, he did so as much because he could pour his own blasted tea as he did intentionally with the purpose of offering both a gesture of friendship and respect. Lifting it to offer to him, his lips flicked up easily a moment at the title -- he had learned long ago it was more an insult to Cyrus to try and tell him to call him by his Christian name and now, well, he kind of appreciated the courtesy.* If I may be frank, *he nodded - yes he could be -* Cyrus, I trust you and there are few I do at this present moment. *He looked at him steadily through a sip, a gasp, and another thin smile.* As such, I would appoint you to be my defensive councilor. If you would accept. Truth be told you were always my first choice - circumstances simply did not allow me to ask until now. I know it is asking a lot... *By that, he thought to himself that he meant there was the possibility of seeing Frederick in town, but he said nothing of that.*

Cyrus: *He took the offered cup with a soft nod before taking a sip. The tea wasn't scalding hot but it did manage to burn his tongue a little. He had never learned not to, but he had long ago to not show it. The very same thing could be said for every aspect of his life, really. Nodding, knowing that even if he didn't Damocles would speak as he wished, as it was his right to do. He was surprised to hear the honesty of the statement, a bit more than surprised. Cyrus didn't know what exactly he had done to gain Damocles' trust. The next words were even more surprising, and his cup paused in mid air en route to his lips. After a few brief moments, he collected himself, lowering the cup.* My lord, I'm...I'm honored *But hesitant. Councilor of Defense, the position had a lot of responsibility, especially now at this time. He had no training for such a position, and he doubted the Sheriff (in nothing but name anymore) would be of much help. He almost voiced his concerns out loud, almost, but Damocles had already revealed to have little trust in anyone else, and he would not act rashly to appoint him if he didn't think Cyrus was right for the job. The problem was of course, he would need to be in town. But that was his problem, not Damocles, and one brought on by himself so he would handle the consequences. This would be more, was, more important than his personal feelings* I would be honored to accept it my lord, but if I may be so bold as to ask...why do you trust me? *Why do you trust me when no one else does anymore, was the unspoken question, one he disdained to admit even to himself.*

Damocles: *Waiting patiently, his expression cleared visibly but for only a moment - it was all he could allow of himself to show. Momentarily sick at the thought that he knew Cyrus would understand, he cleared his throat by taking another sip of his own fine china.* I'm not trying to honor you. *There was a bitter little chuckle, as he shrugged.* I'm trying to get you to help me. *Sticking one hand in his pocket, a brow arched high as he continued. This time he couldn't help his surprise, nor his twinge of sorrow. Of course he trusted him, he thought, how many times did the man have to prove he put duty above everything? But he didn't want to say that - it seemed unkind, phrased that way. Slowly,* You have never broken your word to me. I asked you for your help in a situation that disagreed with both of us almost twenty years ago and you have stayed true to every facet. This post requires strict adherence to the proper chain of command which, you haven't ever disrespected. And because Cyrus...I've known you over twenty years, and not once have I seen you do anything to undermine or humiliate me even when we disagree, and however it seems, I've always liked you a little more than I think you knew.

Cyrus: Nevertheless, it is how I feel. *An honor, yes, and another duty. A small part of him told himself that he was well within his right to refuse the post, but Cyrus could not, and would not, do it. Quickly, he realized what Damocles meant by his answer: Cyrus was good at following orders. He couldn't help a small smirk at that, though there was no amusement in it, or if there was only the one that came from his own version of irony. He nodded briefly, taking another sip of the tea before looking back again at Damocles.* I will do everything in my power to help you, my lord. *He was about to add "I will not let you down" before he realized in similar ironic amusement, that was a promise he couldn't make anymore.* When would you have me begin?

Damocles: Thank you, Cyrus. *He chuckled once, saying lightly,* So nothing on whether or not you like me beyond that title then? *But how used to that was he? His small grateful smile flicked wider before he said simply,* Two weeks. I wish to appoint you publicly, and I know how much your daughter's wedding means first: so the day following. *He breathed out, undeniably pleased that Cyrus had accepted and takes another sip, his back to the window.*

Lucy: Rick! *Outside on the grounds, she chuckled through her admonishment, unable to keep herself from smiling. His arm was still around hers. They were approaching the actual building now - something that Lucy desperately wished she could further accompany him within, but refused to focus on now. Squeezing his shoulder back, her lips momentarily mashed to his shoulder in retaliation, she nonetheless is grinning wide as she mutters,* What if someone had heard you say that? Would you be quote-unquote defending my virtue even though it was you who brought it up?

Cyrus: *Chuckling in more surprise than amusement as Damocles spoke lightly in a small tease, he realized then how difficult laughter had become as well.* Are you searching for a compliment my lord? *Smirking, no matter how restrained it might have been, was by far much easier. Nodding, grateful for the timing, his expression nevertheless lightened however briefly at the mention of Marietta. His eldest daughter, her wedding mere days away...he could scarcely believe it. As he nodded, his gaze was then caught to a couple he saw outside the window, his entire body rigid.*

Frederick: *a small smirk grazed his lips the moment Lucy admonished him, or rather tried to. It gave away then to a quick grin, focusing on her for he would need a miracle to walk through those halls and not kill someone for one wrong word said in a whisper. He had on the clothes that he had left court in, though they were nowhere near as orderly now, which...he had to admit, rather preferred. He didn't want to make it seem like he was coming back, though undeniably there would always be rumors. He had a folder of everything he prepared for the proposal and he was confident...a little nervous, but confident. He was him, after all.* Then I hope they'd have the good sense to feign being deaf. *he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at her before leaning in to kiss her once, pausing his steps.* Alright *he pulled on his tie, straightening out and winked at Lucy* How do I look?

Cyrus: *The difference between the Frederick than had spat on his face and left the manor with the one that was approaching it now was so great that for a split second he hadn't been sure if it was really him. Expecting to find anger or rancor, he was astoundingly surprised at the absent of them. He was transported back almost twenty years ago when Florence had come to his study to speak in Garrett's defense. "When was the last time you saw him this happy" had been her question regarding their brother. Now he was faced with a similar dawning comprehension; he didn't think he had seen Frederick that happy in his entire 23 years. Clearing his throat, he turned to Damocles again, placing the cup of tea on the table* If that is all, my lord, I have some matters to attend to today.

Damocles: If I am, could you blame me? My ego has taken a few hits lately. *Startled how easily the words left his small smile, he shrugged. About to say something else, he paused seeing the man go rigid. It was true that he'd rarely seen him smile, but the look on his face suddenly - had he seen the man look heartbroken for a flash?*

Lucy: Entirely too perfect. *She responded at once with her own lopsided grin, one arm still around his waist. She knew very well why she did not want to let him go. They were now mere feet from a building that represented too much: tradition, pride, grandeur, loss, his family. Reaching up to straighten his collar around the tie - she had done her best to help him clean these clothes twice - there was a small grin on her lips.* Almost. *She straightened it, then leaned in to kiss him herself. The moment their lips met she easily forgot where they were.*

Damocles: *A single glance out the window had explained things, and his face clouded with conflicted emotions. Tempted an instant to order Cyrus to stay here and fetch Frederick so that they would be at least forced to speak, he had softened by the time he turned back and nodded.* Of course. Thank you, Cyrus. Genuinely.

Lucy: *finally pulling back, she asked softly herself,* Are you ready? I'll wait for you...

Lucy: Wait. Okay yes - hurry, while Bertha's distracted by Angelina's ring -- now!! *Yanking his hand and twisting so her back hit the wall, rings of bottles dangerously close to tipping to the floor echoed in her ear. Her breath heavy and hard as she heard footsteps pause, she tilted away though it would be useless. Rick pressed against her. Distracting. The footsteps continued on. Breathless, she looked up at him and winked.* Now - go! Go! *An uncharacteristic smirk on her lips, Lucy's eyes were wrinkled from worry but now they crinkled in glee as she yanked again. Rick was letting her take lead, that was not an opportunity to miss. They ran through the door, jumping over the hay bale, vaulting over the fence hand in hand and darting into the woods. When they slowed, they were breathless from laughter as much as the sprint. They had no reason to sneak around anymore, but damn did they have a need to escape town. Freeing his hand, she put her own on her hip and declared matter-of-fact,* You deserved a break. And I'm neglected. Bertha works you to -death- Rick. *Her eyes sparkle at him.* Buttt I am afraid, since I -am- so aggrieved, *As if.*, that if you want -this- break...*She points to herself teasingly, dancing out of his reach, as she waggled her finger over her chest and face* You'll have to catch me first! *And she was off again, blonde hair streaming in the summer sun.*

Frederick: *Lucy could be a bit mad sometimes, but that was all the more reason he loved her. Now as they stood pressed against the wall, skiving off work and sneaking around, you could tell they were both a bit mad. Or at least somewhat childish. Rick couldn't deny that he missed the rush of sneaking around, if only that. Smirking playfully as her chest pressed against his, he didn't have time to enjoy it before they were off again. Restraining laughter was the hardest, but as they were home free and in the cover of trees, his laughter mixed with hers was the only thing he heard.* If only she worked me to death, then I wouldn't have to come back the next day. *He chuckled at his own joke and then wiggled his eyebrows as she feigned insult. As if he really preferred to work instead of to be with her. Trying to grab for her, a brief pout crossed his lips before he outright groaned and kept running.* Luceee! *He exhaled but after a grin, ran after her anyways.*

Leah: ...did you hear something? *Oh she knew she had to be killing him to stop - the little smirk on her lips would tell him that - but she sat up on her elbow all the same. The corset she had decided to wear -- "part two" (after the dagger she had made for him though the armorer had no idea) of his birthday gift, though Mitchell's birthday had been three weeks (and ten successful raids) ago -- was half undone, laces falling off her chest and tickling her arms more than the leaves did. Damn ribbon. His hand crested in her hair to tug some tiny stick out, carrassing her bare upper back - and she knew he was about to pull her down.* Shh, wait. *That time she actually had heard something. Why that would be, when they were deep in the forest and enclosed in a private grove...she couldn't guess bu-* Mitchell Stone! *Her voice cracked with the sudden rush of pleasure. Her hair whipped to glare at him.* Wait -one- moment, I swear I heard some--*

Mitchell: Nope. *He reached for her face again, though she kept annoyingly out of reach, so he sat up a little to try and coax her back to him; honestly who would be here anyways? It was completely secluded. Hand sliding up her back to her neck, he was about to pull her back, sitting up a little when she just pulled back again. Sighing, her sitting up just gave him an ample view of her breasts, so perfectly pushed up by his "birthday present". Smirking a moment, he leaned in and sucked on the milky white skin, grinning as she gasped.* There is nothing out there- 

Lucy: Oh! *Pulling up short after burst through the grove's walls - the hangings falling behind her with laughable speed considering her sudden halt.* 

Leah: Lucy! *Her eyes going wide, she yanked the top up though nothing was showing, reaching behind her for a shawl.*

Lucy: Leah! *Panting breathlessly one - two - three-,* Oh! *She swivelled to cover her eyes, cheeks blushing a dark scarlet.* I didn't see anything I swear--!

Leah: *Oh thank God Mitchell's pants were still on. She giggled once, sheepish.* It's all right--er-uh--were you looking for one of us?

Lucy: *lowers hands slowly, turning if possible, more scarlet* No, no, uh--

Leah: ..wait--

Lucy: Yes.

Leah: *flinches from a preemptive groan* God, really?

Lucy: *nods, then waves a small wave adding meekly,* Hi Mitchell.

Mitchell: *Oh, whoops. Never mind then. Pursing his lips, he sighed, not amused with the interruption.* Hi Lucy. Bye Lucy.

Frederick: *Pushing past the vines and leaves, the first person he saw was Lucy of course, his arms wrapping around her waist instinctively and then he suddenly paused, realizing who was there. He didn't need a double take, dear God, seeing it once was enough.* Oh for fuck's sake, -really-? *The initial shock was almost completely replaced by "should have seen that coming". A lot of things made sense now, and some things he really didn't want to know, at all, nothing, in the slightest.* -Him-?

Lucy: *meek* Mitch, I am so sorry-

Leah: Frederick! *Scowling, even as she holds the shawl around her tighter, besides the immediate offense at his words she gapes*

Mitchell: Me. *rolls his eyes and then points to the spot they both emerged from* Now, please. G'it.

Lucy: *Cheeks still burning bright red, as his arms close in and pull her against him - she suddenly grabs his arms tighter, holding them around her. Better that than him going for his wand, she thinks bitter - cut off from speaking aloud as three very vocal people keep interrupting her.*

Frederick: Are you honestly telling me to leave so you can shag my cousin?

Mitchell: No, *brightly* I'm telling you to leave so I can make love to your cousin.

Leah: *brightly* How about we stop talking about your cousin like she isn't sitting here?

Lucy: *wrinkles her nose, saying slowly,* Or maybe breathe--?

Frederick: *He glared and it took all the willpower he possessed not to reach for his wand (and his sword was still under his bed because he had been in the middle of work.* You really have no shame- God's sake, Leah, get off his lap already! *he rolled his eyes 

Mitchell: I quite like her on my lap.

Frederick: Shut up!

Leah: *Oh for heavens sakes--* Mitchell Matthew Stone. *Eyes rolling as she smacks his shoulder, she goes to stand...only promptly sits back down at Rick's words. She wouldn't do it because he ordered her too. Rolling her eyes, there's a flicker of fear in her heart too: Frederick had never been her first choice to find out about her and Mitchell. Looking warily at Lucy she takes a deep breath herself and nods,* Breathing sounds good. 

Lucy: *relieved to see Leah calm a bit - and still holding Rick's arms - she softens and then bites her lip looking between them steely* If you're going to yell, at least use each other's first names, all right? 

Leah: Or don't yell. *tightens shawl*

Lucy: Yes but-

Leah: *sigh* I know, realistic goals. 

Frederick: *He rolled his eyes, Merlin was Leah so difficult. Godspeed to Stone, honestly, because anyone else would have to be bonkers to put up with that amount of annoying stubbornness*

Mitchell: *Ignoring the reprimand with a smirk, it only widened as Leah firmly sat back down.* You should have asked a little nicer, mate.

Frederick: *he grits his teeth and then attempts his own false cheery tone.* Fine. I kindly ask you to put on your shirt.

Mitchell: I politely decline. *smiles*

Frederick: I don't want to breathe-

Mitchell: Then please stop! Don't let us bother you. As a good samaritan, I can even help you with your wish. I'm all about giving back, you see.

Frederick: God, you're such a tosser.

Mitchell: Are you calling God a tosser, -Frederick-? *his eyebrows arch* Lucy's mum will have your head for that. Two hundred hail Mary's next time you're at church.

Frederick: Don't you have anything better to do than to throw jibes around? *His eyes close and he groans in frustration as he sees Mitchell open his mouth to reply and Rick realizes what answers were sure to be given out, and he really didn't want to think about Leah that way ever again.* Don't say anything!

Mitchell: You asked the question! *smirks* Not my fault you don't like the answers.

Frederick: *his lips pursed in a thin line, and he had to remind himself to ease on his grip a little, his thumbs subconsciously running small circles on Lucy's waist, and he exhales.* I don't understand.

Mitchell: Really?! *he gestures to Lucy, his face shocked and aggravated* You're with Luce and you can't understand this-

Frederick: No, you pig's-cock-for-brains, that's not what I meant.

Mitchell: *he had to restrain laughter and merely reminded* Name rule!

Frederick: Isn't that what Mitchell means in Hebrew? Oh! My bad.

Mitchell: Now who's got jokes? *his lips twitch* Bertha's got to you. *He was almost a little proud of the insult. It was amateur's work, of course, but it was a lot better than "tosser" or "sot" or "bastard"*

Frederick: *he exhales and shakes his, grunting out a "never mind" under his breath.* Let's just go, Luce.

Lucy: *exchanging a look with Leah filled with exasperation and understanding, she sighs. Rick's fingers were pinching and gripping tighter, but she paid it no mind: she rather he grip her than go for a weapon. Even if a stick was all he had - and she knew bloody well he could cast wandlessly.* Mitch, my mum can order prayers just fine by herself - let's not give her ideas.

Leah: *her lips flick as she instantly thinks clearly around the some lines as them: oh yes. They had been entangled in a rather enjoyable pastime. Still as they continued...actually she had an idea she liked more.* No - wait. *Now she stood up, buttoning the blouse over the revealing corset and fixed the skirts. For a moment she looked only at her cousin, a blazing intensity in her gaze.* Rick, please don't just go - I have wanted to talk to you about this for ages. *tiny pause* Well not specifically this, because gross, -*hurriedly looks to Mitch, jerking her thumb back* to him I mean -- *looks back to Rick,* but generally. I--Iwanted to tell you when...well, everything went down. *She folds her arms on her chest, saying quieter.* So I could tell you I understand. *she presses her lips together hard* Please?

Lucy: *A little startled by the honesty - her gaze darts to Mitchell instantly, wondering suddenly if he felt as guilty as she did at times and then thinking: no, from what she knew, Mitchell guilted himself a hell of a lot more. Yet she was undeniably curious suddenly -- had he felt as torn as she? And she pulls herself gently from Rick, looking at him sideways with the same intense look - but saying genial, soft,* Sounds like a good idea to me. *quieter* It's kind of nice when you think of it that way, Leah that we're not alone.

Leah: *nods, though her lips twitched again too,* Yes exactly -- and Rick, hell of an insult. *winks at him, then looks apologetic to Mitch and leans to peck his cheek.*

Lucy: *Tiniest giggle at her gesture, she keeps her eyes back on Rick and then echoes, lifted their still joined hands to kiss the back of, eyes twinkling.*

Mitchell: *He groaned as Leah stood finally, knowing fun was over. He had needs! He licked his lips and frowned, fully intent on having his way with her later.*

Frederick: *His idea of "break" didn't usually involve his cousin or a man he disliked so much, and he rather it remain that way, but he had to admit he was curious. Not for details, God no, but well...they -were- in the same boat, or a very similar one at least.* But you didn't tell me. *he shrugged* Still don't trust me?

Mitchell: Nope- oww! *he rubbed his shin, and rolled his eyes. Well, that was rude. He had only been speaking the truth for himself.*

Frederick: *Utterly ignoring Mitchell, his gaze fixed on Leah's, he noticed the sincerity in her eyes and after a quick glance at Luce as she pulled away and vouched for the idea (of course she did) he turned back and nodded.* Sure. Why not?

Mitchell: *Damn. He exhaled sufferingly, only slightly placated by the kiss on his cheek. First time he's seen her in a week and a half- he wasn't pleased.* Can this be a quick discussion?

Leah: Mitchell. *She folded her arms on her chest, frustrated but admitting - it was more guilt that no, she had not trusted him that aimed her foot at him. Looking back at Frederick, she breathes easier and smiles slightly as he agreed.* Rick...it's not that I don't trust that you love Lucy, honestly, it wasn't. *looks sideways to Lucy, hesitantly*

Lucy: *lifts her chin a bit understanding in a moment and frowns briefly. But her words are free of accusation as she says softly,* Leah, if you want to ask, ask. But if you don't want someone to assume the worst of you, you should not assume the worst of them.

Leah: *A smile flicks across her lips as she realizes she's both being chastised and agrees. She turns to Rick and asks simply, curious and equally free of accusation,* Do you believe muggleborns should have equal rights? 

Lucy: *wrinkling her nose anways at the question, she folds her hands behind her back and looks at Mitchell again, knowing his irritation and also thinking maybe they shouldn't stay there for the 'short discussion' except: well, she wanted Mitchell to hear for himself. For she had every faith in Rick, and if they were fighting for anything, wasn't it for people to be able to disagree without fear of reproach? And how would anyone ever change their mind without conversations like this?*

Frederick: Well, after everything I've done, I hope you trust that much at least. *He wasn't angry, just irked but he supposed he understood why. No one in town trusted him when he first showed up, some still didn't. And even though Leah was his cousin, they weren't exactly the best of confidantes to begin with.*

Mitchell: *It was still mind blowing to him, really. It just...it was weird. And wrapping his head around it was difficult, especially because he was in the forest and he'd forget until somehow Lucy came up in conversation and consequently the way they were practically attached at the hip. Mitchell was actually a bit jealous (maybe more than a bit) that they could see each other so often. It was getting more difficult for Leah to sneak away to him. Lips pursing at Lucy's little reprimand, his eyebrows suddenly rose at Leah's straightforward question, looking from Lucy, to Leah, to Frederick. Well, this out to be good.*

Frederick: *Well, just cutting to the chase then, just like that. Brilliant. He shouldn't be surprised, it was Leah after all. Leah, whose sudden "camaraderie" with some Lords, notably Tyrelion, months ago suddenly made much more sense. She had been working with Mitchell and his gang all along. He almost laughed. Then he focused back on the question, and what really surprised him was the fact that he knew the answer immediately.* Yes.

Mitchell: *He snorted and then uncrossed his arms as he was hit with three different set of glares.* All muggleborns? Even me?

Frederick: *rolls eyes* Yes, even you.

Lucy: *The instant he spoke, her lips flicked a fond smile though she held Mitchell's gaze. Honestly, she understood the hesitance, she'd only ever heard one statement of what Rick had used to stay and it had churned her stomach but on the other hand -- no, no she didn't get their hesitance. Did they have such a low opinion of her that they thought she'd stay with someone who honestly thought she was beneath him? Still she smiled; if they didn't believe the answer from his own lips then there was nothing she nor Rick could do, and she still liked hearing it from him.*

Leah: *ignoring Mitchell's snort she lifted her chin and smiled too, gaze flicking between the three of them before saying softer, aware of her own irony* ...God, I wish you were at court. *It would have been nice to have someone there actually understand - not just feel sorry for them as Kitty and Jane and even George did mostly.*

Lucy: *frowns* Leah-

Leah: What!? I'm sorry, it's true, *she lays her hands on her heart* just because selfishly, I'd like having someone there I could be honest with! *A hand comes out--* I suppose what I really wish is that you could both - well that we could all - be wherever the hell we want to be and do whatever we want - because this -is- utter bollocks, it is, all of it, but if I'm still looking for realistic goals, I would like to talk to someone honestly and not have to lie, or cover or leave out details, just -- *she lifts her hands and rubs her face, muttering more under her breath about 'damn tyrelion' and then her eyes snap open and she looks between all of them, saying louder and less breathily,* Just. To not feel judged or pity because you're in love with someone that they say you shouldn't. 

Lucy: *rubbing under her eyes, she nods instantly, though she looks sideways at Rick still - honestly hating anything that made her feel as though it was her that took him from that, even though she knew logically it wasn't.* Well, that's what I want too. *quiet*

Frederick: *He snorted, smirking in amusement with the thought of the looks he'd get if he came back to court with Lucy in hand.* I didn't know you missed me so much, Leah.

Mitchell: Can't see why. *Frederick didn't seem like the type of person you'd miss, more like sing hallelujah choruses for their absence, but he couldn't say that out loud- the next kicked aimed his way could be placed a little higher.*

Frederick: *He definitely understood Leah's point. If he could have Lucy with him at court, he'd have preferred that. He liked court, being Lord, was proud...but Lucy was much more important to him. If he could honestly have it all, he would not hesitate. Well, only at first to ask if being at court was something Lucy wanted.* Yeah, I don't envy all the lying you're having to do now. I know how that feels.

Mitchell: It's what we all want here. And it pains me to admit it, because I dislike having things in common with you, Frederick. *he purses his lips and then he shrugs* It can happen, it will happen.

Frederick: Gonna wave your hand and make it all better, Mitchell?

Mitchell: *rolls eyes* No but, that's what we're fighting for isn't it? Choices, the ability to have choices to do what you want- which is bloody well ridiculous because it's supposed to be innate right, but...*he shrugged* 

Frederick: *dryly* Eloquent.

Mitchell: Thank you.

Lucy: *Okay, so perhaps she was oversensitive to it but dear God why was it they couldn't get through more than a few sentences without insulting each other? Men. Still she lifted her head as she considered another way: she knew Rick would have preferred she come to court. Oddly enough, she thought she'd have preferred that too. For all the backstabbing hypocrisy, the court was a place she genuinely could make a difference at and affect just by being there. And was it a crime she had spent so many years in the stables watching noblewomen and girls her age go to grand parties, feasts and celebrations and wish she could go as well? To not want to worry if they would have enough money to buy food for the week - to not spend winters huddled around a fire she tended all night, even if she had learned how to do so magically? A shiver trailed down her spine as she admitted that her at court also would have meant that Rick's family accepted her...she supposed that was what she craved and realized she'd reached for Rick's arm only after she'd taken it.* Well-speaking of which though -- *her eyes flicked to Leah, hesitant*

Leah: *Had nodded at Rick, amused a moment as she said lightly,* Oh you never believed the load of bull I had to come up with anyway Frederick. *But she knew he'd never considered -this- scenario either. Especially not so vividly. Was it extremely warm? ...Oh, she had to stop looking at Mitchell's bare chest. Hearing Lucy, she arched an eyebrow and looked back,* Yeah?

Lucy: *simply* Leah, I'm at the court. I mean not inside, obviously but-

Leah: -the stables. *At once, with a look of dawning comprehension, and a tinier smile.* ...you're thinking...-

Lucy: *shrugs* They don't trust me, any of them but-

Leah: To be fair, you did steal a horse. *Her lips flick.*

Lucy: That blighter deserved worse than that.

Leah: I don't disagree. *amused*

Lucy: But yes. *nods* Just because Henry actually saddles the majority now doesn't mean I couldn't cast a spell on them - there's some kind of listener's aid isn't there?

Leah: *smiles slowly as she considers* So you cast the spell and then wherever theygo on that saddle...you could hear what they say?

Lucy: *nods once* They're more likely to be discussing dastardly plots outside the court walls aren't they? But it's more than that - I mean - the stables are also a uh-- *casts glance to Rick suddenly grinning*--place people will go to get away, if I just stay out of view...

Leah: *Her lips flicked up as she looked at Mitchell while Lucy looked to Rick. Her smirk wide, her words were simple.* We know.

Lucy: *snorts* Yes, well - it's just a shame I've been made so visible since before that...I mean servants overhear -everything,- Leah, Rick. *she pauses looking back at him.*

Leah: *her lips flick sadly as she suddenly remembers Mitchell's brother telling her that too...God, eighteen, nineteen years ago, but she smiles and nods.* ...right but, still-

Lucy: *smiles* Still. I know how to make myself invisible. *squeezing Rick's arm in comfort* 

Leah: *looking between Rick and Lucy with a similar smile* ...you really want to help, don't you?

Frederick: *He turned his head as Lucy took his arm again, and took a step closer to her out of habit before he turned to Leah as she spoke again.* No, I didn't. *You couldn't lie to a liar, not completely. Besides, he knew he was a far better liar than Leah, if only because he had more experience. Still, it wasn't something he was particularly proud of so he kept silent.*

Mitchell: *Smirking briefly, knowing all too well the act that Leah had to put on for the court. Seeing it in action was decidedly not one of his favorites nights. Turning back to the conversation, his smirk only widened at the mention of the stables. Winking once in Leah's direction, his smirk turned into a grin at Lucy's suggestion.* Brilliant. 

Frederick: *Even the brief mention of Weston made his blood boil. Frederick was not one to forget a slight, and one made against Lucy even less. He had a very long memory, and one day that bastard would pay the price of his wrath. But he kept silent. It was more like him- cold anger. Nevertheless, he held onto Lucy closer and nodded.* Yes. However little help I can offer, at least it's something.

Mitchell: And you're just following Lucy on this.

Frederick: *Mostly. He just didn't think there was much he could do, not without putting Lucy at risk and he wouldn't do that.*

Leah: *arching an eyebrow as she relaxes against the tree, more at ease now that she was at least sure they weren't going to stab each other. With swords, that was: they clearly were attempting to stick each other with words but. She sighed, grateful for the armor of their egos.* Well. Lucy...speaking of lying...

Lucy: *As Rick drew her closer she had to admit she took comfort innately: how he seemed to know the incident with Matthew still bothered her, she didn't know. At Leah's hesitance, she stills seeming to realize, she waits, and then nods.* You want to insult me?

Leah: *She winces. Technically she already had. Rick too, considering Willas had been so 'concerned for her' as he 'knew this was another betrayal at the hands of a mudblood'--ugh, shestopped thinking, cleared her throat and spoke.* Not generally, Luce--

Lucy: No, *calmly* I get it - in front of them. It would bolster your credentials.

Leah: *eyes flick as she looks at Rick an instant, a tiny smirk on her lips. Her expression was clear: damn. Lucy would do well at court. And then she looked back,* You can insult me too, obviously. 

Lucy: *she laughs* I could always steal your horse?

Leah: *snorts* Well, yes, but don't go near my sword okay? *amused* I already had to steal it back once.

Lucy: I wouldn't dream. *lacing her fingers with Rick, looking back to Mitchell.* Mitch, -is- there something else we could do in town? *She meant that Rick could do. She desperately wanted to ask him too, if he ever planned - once exonerated - to talk to Leah's family...but she didn't know how, and figured mentioning Rick's uncle to him would not help ... anyone there actually.*

Frederick: *He frowned, instantly disliking the idea of Lucy being insulted any more period, but he begrudgingly reminded himself it was only Leah, and it would probably hurt her more to say those things and pretend to mean them then having Lucy hear it knowing it was just a lie. Nevertheless he was proud of her for seeming to understand Leah easily and perfectly, a small smirk crossing his lips.*

Mitchell: *He'd much rather have Leah in the forest with him. Obviously, he would. Just the thought of her undercover work made him frown (and the smallest most fleeting thought of Tyrelion filled him with murderous rage.) but he knew it was necessary. Logically, he knew it was necessary, emotionally, no. Emotionally he stilled sparred with Hector every night to get all his anger out. Arthur and Kenneth had already said they wouldn't spar with him anymore, for fear of him killing them. He had a feeling they were only half joking. Contemplating for a moment as a question was addressed to him he turned to Frederick, eyebrows raised* Any chance of you crawling back on your knees-

Frederick: *immediately, snapping* None.

Mitchell: Obviously, to infiltrate the group.

Frederick: Never.

Mitchell: Granted, they'd probably have you kill someone to let them gain your trust, that would be after you pretended to be your past-usual prick self.

Frederick: *firmly* I'm not putting Lucy in danger.

Mitchell: *tilts his head and admits* She already is-

Frederick: In further danger, then! You just want me to go back don't you-

Mitchell: You asked for a way to help!

Frederick: One you knew I wouldn't take!

Mitchell: We all have sacrifices to make-

Frederick: Fuck you, Mitchell.

Mitchell: What? Afraid you'll be hated again? It happens. We'd know the truth, at least.

Frederick: You know very well you don't trust me enough to "infiltrate" because you still think I'd turn my back on all of you.

Mitchell: Yeah you're right! *he stood up* I still don't trust you. *he snatched his shirt from a branch and put it over his head.* I'm leaving.

Frederick: Good riddance.

Mitchell: Not a big man now without your sword are you, -Frederick-?

Frederick: I don't need a sword to put a hole through you, -Mitchell-, so watch yourself.

Mitchell: *scoff* Please, you don't scare me. You want to help?

Frederick: *teeth gritted* Why the bloody hell do you still think I'm here looking at your fucking ugly face?

Mitchell: *ignores this and then smirks* Then go to Damocles and petition him for a charter.

Frederick: *thrown* a charter?

Mitchell: Yes. For a bank. You mentioned it to Kitty one day didn't you? Kitty told Leah, Leah told me. I think it's a fucking fantastic idea, and I'm only sorry you were the one that came up with it.

Frederick: What the fuck do you know about banks, Mitchell?

Mitchell: Nothing, but you do. That's the point. You're the only one "qualified" enough to ever run one. Well, Karyn might have been the other, but seeing as how she's on the run too-

Frederick: So all that stuff before, you were just pulling my leg?

Mitchell: *smirk* I just wanted to see what you'd say. Still don't trust you with my life, personally, but details.

Leah: *Huh. Bark didn't squish. Thud. Thud. Her eyes were closed the moment Mitchell made the suggestion; for a second she had to admit whoever they were, would believe Frederick over her, before the inevitable made her groan. And repeatedly knock her head against the tree with every sentence. Especially as Mitchell changed tactics so fast - which she'd anticipated really - and she rolled her eyes.* Mi--

Lucy: -just wanted to see what he'd say!? *breathing heavily, she had only been silenced as Rick mentioned how it would put her in danger, calmed by his concern. And yet still, were Lucy a cat her tail would be sticking straight up with her eyebrow.* Mitchell Stone, he is not a lab rat. Anymore than we are for -*jerks her head in the general direction of the far off manor*-for them!

Leah: *she screws her lips up adding evenly,* Nor is Mitch an idiot, Luce.

Lucy: *blink, thrown a bit* I haven't treated him as one.

Leah: *under her breath* Orugly. *so they all could hear now,* No I know, I just thought you might stop explaining the obvious. 

Lucy: *Shenarrows her eyes...then sees Leah mouth 'leave it' and realizes (though not without frustration) how Mitchell and Rick (in their way) had just declared they'd work together, that Mitch thought he had a good idea. She sighs and nods.* Right. Well. Either way, any more tests Mitchell? *arches brow irritated*

Leah: *snorts and then pushes off the tree, eyes back on Rick and saying softer, sincerity back in her eyes as she said quietly,* And I do. Just for the record, Rick. I mean that's when we aren't sparring, obviously, but that's different. *she grins slightly.*

Lucy: *still squeezing Rick's hand and looking at Mitchell, she adds softer herself,* The bank is a good idea.

Mitchell: *To be honest, he was surprised he didn't suffer any more than a verbal lashing. Still, he had needed to test Frederick. If he was going to work with him, he needed to at least know he wouldn't anything stupid.* We'd give the money to the people that way.

Frederick: I figured. *he shrugged* Simple enough. They'd all need to open accounts, after that it's just a matter of adding the money in as deposits. They'd have to be explained that they need to keep money in the bank at all times though, they just can't withdraw it all, otherwise there'd be no chance for them to increase their earnings-

Mitchell: I'll leave that to you. *He was more than capable, at least. Besides that way, there'd be less of a chance of the money he and the gang were giving to simply be snatched back.* I'd talk to Esther if I were you, she could help you make them understand. Kenneth's brother, Ian, you know 'im? Sharp lad,  eager to help, unfortunately not so easy to dissuade. I'd rather he didn't try and tackle on a whole garrison with a butcher knife.

Frederick: *He would need to hire a staff of three others at least. Preferably a few who were more prone to smile given that Rick himself wasn't exactly an expert on customeng to the much easier smirk.* Right.

Mitchell: Aww, see, we're all getting along. *grins and then he licks his lips and then motions outwardly* We were here first though, seriously.

Frederick: Leah it's not too late to change your mind. *dryly* There must be some other outlaw out there for you instead of this one.

Mitchell: Haha. Leave, please. I'm two minutes away from begging, and three minutes away from taking myself in-

Frederick: We're leaving. *he tugs on Lucy's hand, squeezing her fingers between his tighter.*

Leah: *Her lips flick wide with relief: the usual bickering through the details now only making her smile. It was better than expected. Much, really. Nodding at Rick once more with a similar smirk she doesn't see the need to say more and well. Mitchell took care of talking for her. She snorted,* Believe me Rick, I've thought about it.

Lucy: *Yes, she thought briefly, Mitchell and Leah certainly had thought about the entire known world it had seemed, during the years and years of ridiculous denial. Happy to see them smiling now, she squeezed Rick's hand back adding lightly,* Oh, and happy birthday Mitchell. My mum prayed for you on the actual day -*her smile flicks teasingly*- but, when you do come by there's a better present too: she stitched you a new shirt. Well I helped.

Leah: You hate sewing too. *smirk widens even as she looks exasperated, and simply stays still playing with her necklace, thinking about his "present" here.*

Lucy: I really rath--*feels Rick tugging on her hand and arm again and giggles suddenly*--er do yes-- geesh, impatient aren't they? *teasing, even as she lets Rick pull her back (well all right she did not have much choice)*

Lucy: *The best things come in small packages, her mother had parroted to her since she realized that even though she was only fourteen years, she was never going to grow taller. She had never doubted that; she honestly enjoyed it, particularly considering how large Rick was. She was melded into his back now, and she half thought were his arm not around her she would not still be standing. Yet her mother also had said that a straw will show which way the wind blows, and she wanted to see now. She wanted to be able to look into Daniel's eyes, offer comfort, offer anything - bloody hell, she had known the man all her life. As glad as she was that Arthur had escaped, that Karyn would not be there to see ... she hated the thought of Daniel dying alone.

Rick's arm tightened around her suddenly, and her eyes darted from straining to see the scaffold -- where the bloody hell was Daniel, anyway? -- to the ramparts, imagining there must have been someone up there he recognized, fear in her eyes, and gut that she'd see his father. An apology was planned word for word, but she knew it would not fall from her lips if she saw Cyrus, for want to scream how dare he refuse to recognize his son, how dare he make her feel so responsible for it, and why pride was more important than happiness.

She was relieved to recognize only Etta, and promptly laid her cheek against Rick's shoulder. Murmuring warm against his ear,* I, love, you. This is...god, I have no words. I don't know what I'd do without you here. *Lucy slipped her arm around his waist too. Up on those ramparts was his sister, with the knights his old friends, his cousins surrounded them everywhere - Lord, how many Brackners were there? For the most part in nearly a month, he had not seen any of them and if they deigned to come see him it was only to mock, or puzzle or gape. The few that did not apply to who honestly had proven their affection for him, almost hurt him worst she thought - they lived a very different life, and only served to remind him of it. Yet he was there with her. Tears were already threatening to fall, but her jawline tightened seeing the sheriff appear, hatred replacing sorrow in her eyes.* 

Frederick: *He hadn't hesitated for a moment to offer to come here with Lucy. As soon as she had made her mind up on coming, he knew he would be there for her, holding her, keeping her together. Lucy was a strong woman but this...this would phase even those with hearts of ice, and Lucy's heart was certainly not made of it. He knew perfectly well the people he was bound to see, the possible pointing and gestures he'd have to ignore, but he'd ignore them all without a trouble and that was exactly what he was doing. He was not here for them, he was here for Lucy. He did not know the man sentenced to die personally, only that he was Karyn (and Arthur's) father, only that he had been framed. That man did not deserve this.

He only looked up at the ramparts once, and easily found his sister. She was a commanding presence without trying, and now when she put effort into it, it was all the more effective. Their gazes met and after a few seconds, her head shook once, barely noticeable; she had managed to figure out exactly what he was thinking. Cyrus Brackner was not among them.

He tilted his head level again, having found Virgil though he knew that for sanity's sake, he could not keep looking. The longer he kept looking, the more chances he had of finding someone pointing at them, whispering, sneering. And God help Weston if he saw him, because then Rick would surely have no restraint. Instead, he focused on Lucy, holding her tighter, kissing her forehead in hopes of easing her as she began speaking again.* You don't ever have to find out, my love. I'm here, I'll always be here.

Lucy: *As his lips met her forehead, her frown softened but she couldn't seem to tear her eyes from looking at the Sheriff. He was sneering, the bastard was giddy up on that scaffold, conferring with another of the councillors. Teeth gnashed together, she finally just closed her eyes, leaned against him and let his words flutter over her.* Thank you... *Lucy let out a breath, then another. How it was he came to be there beside her -- she couldn't say it was some odd coincidence or that they didn't deserve it, because she remembered every detail painfully vividly and they worked at it. God, every day. She was lucky. It was hard to remind herself of that now, when her oldest friend's father was a quarter hour from death, but the fact that Rick was there...she was lucky. 

By the time she let her eyes open, she only said calmly,* He's shorter up closer. *She gestured to the sheriff, though her jawline was still hard. She looked back at Rick, muttering,* The bastard isn't going to win. Arthur's out, Rick, he's out and -- he, Ken, Mitch - they aren't going to stop. *Quietly, she looked back at him.* I know you're with me, and I love you so much. I'm with them. Rick...they're going to need me. And I'll do anything, this...this has to stop. And Arthur's one of my oldest friends...I want to find him, and I--well I know how.

Frederick: *He snorted, his gaze flicking towards the Sheriff at her comment. Frederick had never liked the man, not even when he was still at court. He was just so...unpleasant, imposing, bordering on being a complete delinquent. Men like that, when they weren't on the side of the 'law', had the tendency of becoming serial killers and mass murderers. Though, he was already well on his way to that, and today was not the beginning of it.