#teachingmanners

Written by @TorhSASRP and @Leethall_SASBDB.

Tohr: *Following my talk with the Cop, I head back downstairs after dropping by the kitchen for a quick pot of coffee to take with me. I still had some business to attend to though that was supposed to happen after the trainees left.

I wasn’t about to hurry that along, as I knew it would be no good to risk Rhage coming by to see how the trainees were doing and seeing his son speaking to another Brother. Not exactly good territory to pop into, besides Rhage had no idea what I had planned aside from a little interrogation, lowkey obviously considering Leethall wasn’t exactly an enemy. Just a very loose cannon that needed straightening.

Inside the office I continued my admin work for a few more hours while drinking the coffee. Once I was done, I changed out of my everyday-wear and into my leathers, as if I was about to go outside. Family or not, Leethall was still walking into an interrogation, not a casual chat. I needed to look like a Brother, since I would be acting as one. I placed myself dead center on the gym-mat, my shitkickers sinking into the blue material as it gave way under my weight. A good signal of raw power and authority to send indeed.*

Leethall: Leethall spent his time pacing around his assigned room. Frustrated with the King and Queen’s decisions about his punishment were flying high and he was about as pissed off as he could be. Not only had they demanded he worked for a Shadow of all things but he was also to take part in the Brotherhood training program, taking orders from a group of males he had no respect for in any way, shape or form. But as a cherry on top of the fuck-you cake, he was required to start bonding with his father, the Brother Rhage. Or try to, at the very least. If not for his own sake then because it was his mahmen’s wish.

Leethall was very aware of that and obviously, so was the Queen. He got changed into the sports clothing that had been provided for him and started heading down into the gym, knowing he was getting 1-on-1 training with the Brother Tohrment for the night, though Leethall didn’t quite know why the special treatment. Could it be because he was confirmed to be directly blood-related to a Brother? It that was the case, they were just as stuck-up as he had always thought them to be. Fucking elitists so far up their own ass, they forgot the moon shines at night.

Once down in the training center he saw Tohrment, fully geared in black leather and probably armed to the teeth. The Brothers were said to always be armed, especially when dressed in their signature look, just like Tohrment was now. Leethall got onto the mat, his blue eyes fixed on the male in front of him. Clearly this was not going to be much about flapping jaws.

Tohr: *I watched as Leethall entered the gym, looking just like any other trainee. Fuck, the little shit looked so much like Hollywood, it was almost uncanny. Same walk, the same blue eyes, chiseled face though the hair was a bit darker than Rhage’s. They could almost be brothers, but I guess that was natural given how young Hollywood was when he assisted Leethall’s mahmen in her needing. But no time for observing the family resemblance. For now, I had an interrogation to get through. An interrogation and a manual adjustment of attitudes.*

So … you’re the kid that’s been driving Rhage up the walls and had him howling to the moon like a fucking wolf, hmm? You don’t look like much, but of course…

*With lightning speed I slam my fist into Leethall’s jaw, leaving a nice bruise to form.*

I can fix that part of you. Or rather, I can beat out that attitude you carry around. Might turn you into something mildly agreeable.

*I say as I start using every fighting skill I have from my time in the Brotherhood, beating the little punk to an absolute pulp. As much as I enjoy seeing the kid bruise up and feeling his bones give way under my fists and feet, I know I need to stop, to get some information out of him. The kid didn’t just appear out of thin air, he was hiding somewhere. And something had brought him out of hiding, and I needed to find out what it was.

I stop the beating as I managed to get the kid into a death-hold, pressing him onto the floor and letting him feel how easily I could break his arms if I wanted to.*

Now let’s have a little chat, shall we? Why did you come to Caldwell? *I ask, my voice harsh and my tone leaving no doubt I wasn’t in the mood for any lip or bullshit answers.*

Leethall: Leethall was just about to spit a response back at Tohrment, objecting to him not being agreeable, when the fist hit him square in the jaw. In hindsight, Leethall would often wonder why the hell the thing didn’t shatter from the punch. In the here-and-now however, all he could do was try to defend himself from the onslaught of fists, knees, feet and whatever else coming his way from the Brother.

Leethall wasn’t an unskilled fighter and certainly not an inexperienced one, yet up against Tohrment, a seasoned veteran and a Brother, Leethall might as well have been newly transitioned and still getting used to his body. He could barely get a punch in, but did manage to slam his shoulder into Tohr’s chest, pushing the brother back. Bad. Fucking. Move. As a result, Leethal fell right into a tight grip, being bent over with his arms locked behind his back, dangerously close to snapping.

He growled from frustration, his temper starting to show, though Tohr’s almost booming voice kept him levelled. Of all things, the Brother was interrogating him, mid-battle. To hell with his snarkiness, Leethall needed to cough up answers. Might as well make the best of things, and he was in town to help. Might as well alert the Brothers as to why he was there.

“I picked up a rumour … females getting captured by lessers. I came to investigate and a lesser informant outside of Caldwell dropped the name of a bar, but it was a dead end.” Leethall said, gritting his teeth to endure the pain the hold was causing him. “The lessers might be trying to starve the race to extinction or some shit like that. They’re sick enough to try.”

Leethal trembled under Tohr’s hold, wanting to break free but not willing to risk the well-being of his limbs in the process.

Tohr: *The shoulder in my chest surprised me. Who knew the kid would be bold enough to try a full on bodyslam? Gutsy, but far from a good idea in terms of technique and gaining the upper hand. Brute force was not always the best way of fighting, as proven by the hold I’d gotten the kid into as I interrogated him.

I listened to the kid giving me the information, and so far it wasn’t sounding like a complete bunch of lies. Certainly what he said about the lessers being sick was beyond true. Though the lack of detail was something I couldn’t let go*

Where did you pick up the rumor?! *I ask and give his arms a yank. I’m not even close to letting him go just yet*

Leethall: Leethal let out a groan of pain as Tohr continued the hold, pulling at him as he continued the interrogation. Clearly Tohr was not going to let up until he had a full picture, and as Leethall remembered the punishment he had been given by the King and Queen, he wasn’t about to hide anything. Might as well bring out the entire truth and holyfully gain control of his body again before he ended up in the infirmary for weeks.

“Friend of mine has a safehouse out west. Her cousin disappeared and she asked me to have a sniff around, see what I could come up with. I followed a trail of lessers back to the city but it was a dead end. Before I could pick up a new lead, Ehlena was being attacked by lessers and I saved her … then she brought me here. You know the rest.”

Leethall said everything in more of a hurry than he had intended. It came out as if he had blurted but he didn’t pay it much attention. He wanted Tohr to let go, and this seemed to be the one way of achieving that.

Tohr: *I listen to the kid talk and talk, everything adding up. If he was telling the truth, they had a real shitshow on their hands. Females going missing was not a good thing by any means. Could the lessers be targetting females for their torture cabins? Fuck, I hope not.*

I’m going to need her contact info, including her name and how to reach her. We’re going to look into this.

Leethall: Leethall nodded. “I’ll text them to you. Her name, address and her phone number.” He swore and closed his eyes to withstand the pain. He gritted his teeth and he could feel Tohrment put his weight into the hold, putting immense pressure on his body.

Tohr: *I smirk as I lean in over the kid, knowing he can feel my weight and is dangling close to the edge of his knees buckling under him.Yet, I can’t help but admire him for keeping up the fight and enduring the torture as well as he does. It’s impressive, to say the least.*

Now just one more thing before we’re done. Rhage is my Brother, annoying as fuck but deep down a good guy and someone who has my back always. If I ever hear that you mouthed off to him again, hurt him in any way or acted like a prick in his vicinity, rest assured it won’t just be me peeling the skin off your ass. It will be every brother taking turns kicking your face in until even the scribe virgin won’t recognize you as one of her own, you feel me kid?!

*With force, I push the kid to the ground, releasing my hold before I walk away.* Hit the showers, kid. You’re untrained and unrefined but we’ll fix that soon enough. You have potential. *I call out as I walk off. I fish out my cell-phone and send a group text to my Brothers.*

~We have a major fucking problem. Meeting ASAP.~

Leethall: Leethall fall to the floor with an embarrassing yelp, his body sore from the very little training session he had gotten. Sparring with Tohrment was definitely different than the street-brawling Leethall had participated in before. Of course, he was sure that him being cooped up in a medical suite for a few days hadn’t helped. He was out of shape and unaware that Tohr would be so direct in the training. But nonetheless, the problem he had come to investigate was now being looked into by the Brotherhood. Perhaps not all a bad deal.

He hurried to the showers and got himself cleaned up, noticing his face getting a little wonky from the bruises Tohr had provided. Fucking brillint. Another thing to tell Mehgan when he saw her next. Rather, if he saw her again. His little show with Rhage when she had last been there hadn’t exactly earned him any gentlemale points and he wouldn’t blame her if she decided not to see him again based on how much of an ass he had been. Fuck, he really needed to stop being angry at the guy and instead follow the Queen’s demand, not to mention his mahmen’s last wish.

“Get a family, if you are so able,” he mumbled and shook his head. At that point he decided to try and be less of an asswipe and be more open. Perhaps starting with apologizing to Rhage … well shit, apologizing to his father. And accept that he had a father now. Yeah, that’d be a good start, and if he didn’t get his ass further kicked, that’d be good too.

Tohr: *I meet up with my Brothers in Wrath’s study. My arms folded and my brow furrowed. Good thing vampires didn’t wrinkle easily or I’m sure I’d look like Fritz by now. I had previously called Leethall’s contact in the west and have written up a small report based on what she had told me.*

Leethall informed me that females are going missing in Caldwell and it’s been confirmed by a few sources both in and out of the city, *I say as I start pacing.* So, is Lash up to his old tricks? We haven’t seen tortured bodies left dead in a long while and he doesn’t trust the lessers after the Omega replaced his Fore Lesser with his boy toy. So, what is the Omega’s plan? These lessers are targeting females and keeping them and we need to figure out why and where and then put a top to that operation before information is spilled. *I say and look to my Brothers as a whole.*

Pippa walked slowly towards the tree which had inadvertently become her and Lucas' meet up point. She had thought of a job for her new "colleague" to help her with over the night and wanted to see how easily he'd comply. The task she had created was teaching that brat Illyeana a few manners. It shouldn't be hard, a few slaps should do the trick, if Lucas did as she asked and the brat wasn't as idiotic as she made herself out to be.