#mormormorbrook

Jim never said he'd be hurt if he didn't do it, but then again, Jim didn't say a lot of things. Jim's voice had a way of telling him what he was going to do without saying in so many words- "Bunny, you're going to be a stripper." It had come out of the blue, but he knew better than to say no. So he allowed himself to be dragged to a small sex shop, dressed up in the sluttiest outfit Jim could find, and then pulled to a small club in the seedy part of town.  Jim worked the bar. He said it was so he could protect Richard, but really, it was to make sure Richard did what Jim had told him to do. "Dance, bunny, make them want you", Jim had cooed in his ear, so that's what Richard did. He twisted his hips, moved his body, and worked the pole like the whore Jim seemed to want. It was a normal night, or, normal at least Jim had asked him to become this... thing. Jim was watching him as he slid down the pole and shook the bunny tail attached to the back of his black booty shorts. He didn't even notice when two blondes strolled up to the edge of the stage, just kept dancing the dance Jim had taught him. 

You: Sebastian had always been the fighter of the two- a genius with any weapon, tall, muscular, handsome- whereas Severin had been more the quiet type. Of course Severin was good with weapons too- he just didn't enjoy using them as much as Sebastian did. They were nearly identical, save for Severin's slightly less toned body.

Sebastian was quiet, generally, unless he was angry, which could be rather often. He was violent, and liked the fights, even going so far as to go to the illegal fight rings to brush up on his hand to hand combat at times. Severin, on the other hand, was more of a gentle heart, though he had a loud, deep voice that boomed.  Their father liked to build upon his kingdom- conquering other kingdoms was a favorite hobby, of sorts, and he had his two sons help him with it. It was this that had brought them to conquer the Moriarty's kingdom, and this which had led to the current position. Severin didn't hide his distaste for the predicament that they had put the two heirs of the Moriarty's kingdom in, he didn't think it right, whereas Sebastian smirked broadly at the two.

  Stranger:  The Moriarty twins were quiet, their eyes alive with activity. Jim was lazily searching the room, calculating escape and death, but mostly revenge. Revenge was one of his favorite activities, next to manipulating people into doing as he wanted. When the two happened together...well, Jim looked forward to this day to continue. Richard, on the other hand, was scanning his eyes over the people opposite them--the people who had captured them. Morans. A pair of boys and their father. It was easy to see which one was most likely to show them mercy, and which one would rather poke and prod them just for the joy of it. Despite Richard's timid nature, he was no fool--he knew they weren't going to get out of this too easily. "Now now boys boys," the king bellowed, motioning for the guards to remove the smaller twins' gags. "Tell me just why I shouldn't behead you for being in my way." Jim and Richard exchanged a glance and Jim spoke. "Tell me, is having a nose that big required when you are a king of a second rate country like yours?" Jim asked in a snarky tone. "If so, your son on the left is definitely fit for the job." Richard elbowed Jim and glared at him. The king looked taken aback and for a moment, too stunned for words.

  You: Severin watched the two with interest, taking note of the way the one twin- James? Jimmy? Jim? Jim- had a calculating look in his eyes. He shifted uneasily, ready to defend his father if the boy got loose, if need be, ready to kill the boy if he had too- not that he'd like it, but family came first.  Sebastian was too busy smirked at the twins' plight to observe what his brother was observing, too busy inwardly laughing to note the danger. When the one- he couldn't be bothered to remember a name- insulted his father, he snorted with laughter. At least they were interesting- most of the princes and princesses from the kingdoms they had captured were to busy sniveling or begging for their lives to be of any amusement, and the way that this one insu- his mood changed immediately from amused to scowling at the mention of his nose. Severin didn't just snort with laughter when his twin's nose was insulted- he let out a loud, booming laugh. "Looks like I'm no longer the only one who thinks your nose is big!" He chuckled, winking at his brother. "That's what happens when it gets smashed against the wall of a fight cage one too many times."

  Stranger: Jim smirked at the reaction from the boys and sat back on his knees. Richard shook his head and leaned in closer to Jim. "I'd rather not die today, Jimmy," he whispered shortly before sitting back in his spot. Jim chuckled and rolled his eyes. King Moran looked much less pleased then the boy on the right, and instead slammed his fist into the throne. "Show some respect! Or do you want that meetin' with a sword to your throat?" Jim rolled his eyes again and stood. The guards were quick to step towards him and tutted at them. "Still chained," he reminded before turning to the king. "With all due respect, your 'highness', I can hardly respect anyone who took such a sneaky way into taking over our kingdom. More over, I have even less reason to show any sort of respect since you keep on threatening your only useful tools to keep this country under your command." By this time, Richard and stood too, standing beside Jim with a concerned expression. "I do not need the help of two underaged princes," King Moran spat. Jim glared. "Go ahead and test that theory then. Throw us to the hounds--I won't fight it, as I know it'll take you less than a season to join our corpses," Jim said easily, his eyes hard and threatening despite his size and position.

  You: Sebastian's hand jolted to the sword at his hip, and he stepped closer to his father, eyeing the twins' with an angry glare.  Severin held up a hand to his brother and father, thinking his words over carefully before he spoke. "Father... Brother..." He began. "The boy makes sense; if we were to kill them, it is likely the kingdom would revolt. The other kingdom's we overtook had tyrants for kings, we were practically doing the subjects a favor. But I have heard that this kingdom's king had been well respected- I had asked you not to attempt to take over this one, as you remember." Sebastian's angry glare shifted to his brother. "Hold your tongue, Severin." He spat. "I'm just saying- we can each take one of the twins, and we use them to our advantage." Severin threw a glance at the other twins, asking Jim with his eyes to go along with it. "I'll take the smaller one- what's his name?" Although Severin knew very well what the boys name was. "Richard? And you can take Jim. I'm sure you would have no problem keeping him under control." "Of course I wouldn't!" Sebastian said, folding his arms. "I'm twice the size of him!" "...Be that as it may, you've just proved my point. To kill them off would be a mistake. Instead we use them to get the subjects to trust us before we impose our laws on them. We treat the twins as honored guests, give them what they want, and then- and then, if after we've gained everyone's trust, they don't comply, we accuse them of treason and execute them." Severin played at his father and brother's sense, hoping he would convince them, and hoping the other twins would not put up a fight. He especially hoped that Jim would see the sense in Richard being with him- it was obvious that Richard wouldn't stand up to Sebastian's abuse.

  Stranger: Jim tilted his head in Severin's direction, listening to him speak. Smarter of the two, he decided. Or at least, more willing to think situations through. His words made perfect sense, and really, it was in their favour. It was only when Severin suggested splitting them that Jim narrowed his eyes and Richard stepped closer. They were not often separated, and neither of them liked it a bit. But as the situation went, there was clearly little they could do. Jim sized Sebastian up--stronger, more violent. Yes, better Richard went with Severin, who would at least treat his brother with kindness. More over, Jim was certain he could have Sebastian on his knees in a manner of seconds if need be--strength was not nearly as prided around in his kingdom as skill was.  King Moran groaned and waved a hand. "Very well. I shall spare them for now. Sebastian take James, Severin take Richard, and be on your way. If I find they have caused any problems, on your head be it." The king waved a dismissive hand and Jim quickly turned his back to whisper to Richard. "No escapes, stay put. I'll find you should the need arise," he whispered in a rush. Richard shook his head quickly. "I don't want to be split up," Richard squeaked, continuing to shake his head. As clever as the twins were, Richard's fault was in his emotions, and Jim's in his pride. The stress of being away from his brother was not something either of them wanted to deal with, and while Jim was obsessive and controlling, Richard was dependent and needy. Jim rested his forehead against Richard's. "Don't be afraid, Richie," he whispered. "I'll always come back for you." Richard pursed his lips, but didn't protest any longer, though fear was still very bright in his eyes.

  You: Severin was the first to step forward, lightly grasping Richard's arm. "Could you uncuff him please?" He asked a guard. "I'm perfectly capable of controlling him, and I don't want him stumbling." A guard glanced at the king, then complied. Severin pushed Richard forward gently. "Sorry about this, kiddo." He murmured quietly- too quietly for his father and brother to hear, but loud enough for Richard, and perhaps Jim, to hear.  Sebastian sauntered forward and grabbed Jim roughly by the back of the neck, not even bothering to get him uncuffed, and shoved him forward. "Off you go, then, kitten." Sebastian smirked. "Let's take you off to play."

  Stranger: Richard rubbed his wrists as he was released and looked up at Severin with wide eyes. Much kinder, he noted, then how Sebastian was treating Jim. He gave Jim one last look before walking forward, putting his hands politely at his side and not saying a word. He didn't speak much to people who weren't Jim, and just because the castle had been invaded, it didn't change.  Jim watched Severin and how he treated Richard, and was glad for his gentleness. Richard was no doubt scared as it was--it was good he got someone sensitive to it. His thoughts on Richard stopped short when Sebastian grabbed him and shoved him forward very rudely. Jim stumbled, nearly to his knees, and quickly straightened. "Now now, you ugly thing," Jim said, his voice unwavering and clinical. "Do you always treat your 'honoured guests' like this? You could learn some manners. Perhaps from your brother. It's too bad you aren't more like him--he'll make a better king than you some day."

  You: Severin threw an exasperated look at his brother, a warning in it, before he left the throne room with Richard. "Would you like to show me around?" He asked Richard once they were out of earshot of everyone, removing his hand but ready to grab Richard if need be. Sebastian laughed when Jim nearly feel. "I don't care what Severin says." Sebastian said. "We may treat you as an 'honored guest' in front of public, but in here you're no more than a prisoner." He mocked. "Ah, yes. Severin as king. Unfortunately for him, my Father likes me better. Severin will be shoved off on some of the lesser Kingdoms we conquered, whereas I'll take my fathers place."

  Stranger: Richard stepped away from Severin as they began to walk, hugging his arms around his stomach. At Severin's question, Richard wanted to say 'no', as he wouldn't have liked to show anyone around his castle--none the less the person who just took it over. But Richard didn't exactly want to see what Severin would do with him when they were done with things to do. So Richard nodded quietly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor and wishing more than anything that Jim was by his side rather than this man.  Jim raised a brow at Sebastian's words, weighing them. Prisoner, of course. He had no illusions about that. But it seemed Sebastian was had some own illusions for himself. Jim laughed at Sebastian's words. "Oh /really/. You think your father would put his favourite son in charge of his kingdoms just because of that? Oh, you naive little thing. Even if that were true, I'd say it'd take less than a year before Severin either over threw you, or was begged to take your place. Like I said, Sebastian Moran, Severin will be a greater king than you ever will be. Count on it."