#thread 5

After near two weeks in this new world, he'd come to terms with no magic yet, though he was informed they'd be returned in due time. No weapons, those too returned. No armor either, once again, returned in time. Perhaps even his little Owlbear cub could be returned to him.

For now, he needed time to get a job, to find something to assist him getting money for the long haul. He didn't imagine thieving being a terribly good idea. So, left wondering what he could do out of his age old skills from before his Spawn life.

Which led him to where he was now, peering through a window and inspecting a set of tailor's tools. They were well forged, decent and the blades looked nice and sharp. With that on his belt he could apply to be a tailor in that one shop he'd entered, who'd said you needed your own tools to even hope to be accepted.

Irritating, but fine. Perhaps then he could make himself his own clothing too.

The snow seemed to appear overnight. The water turning rapidly to ice which had Knives out early in the morning, alone. He couldn't sleep, much as he wanted to remain with Legato, he had one goal in mind whilst he slept;

Learn to ice skate.

He'd gotten two pairs of his size, knowing eventually his attempts would land him breaking something, but as he strapped them in, he paused. He looked to the red pair they had had left, his blue ones on his feet and smiled, a softness to his features.

Pulling out the phone, he dragged up his brother's contact.

Text: Vash. Meet me by the pond in the garden we'd met at. Please?

No, he wasn't going to tell his brother what he had planned, he had hoped to have a little bit of a surprise, finding his footing he tentatively slipped out onto the ice.

His stance is terrible, arms hovering as he tries first just to focus on balance and staying upright, even as he tentatively slid forward. He waddled a moment, grumbling to himself before his body jerked involuntarily. Upon trying to correct, he over corrected and found himself suddenly staring at the sky.

“Do you trust me?” Wat spoke cheekily, then after a brief pause, “Don’t answer that. Here--” He took off the tie from around his neck and wrapped it around her eyes, tying it loosely. “No peeking...” He kissed her cheek, then took her shoulders, leading her into a building, down a soft declining ramp... He sat her in a cushy seat, a theater seat. He pulled the tie off her face.

“Help me grade papers!” The seats next to them were filled with term papers. Clearly Wat needed help. He sat in an empty seat one away from her since the one between them was filled with a large stack of papers.

@xdamienblackx​ sent...  “Are you sure that’s going to fit?”

“Well, not with that attitude...” Cherry looked at the vibrator in her hand. It didn’t seem so big in the packaging, but now that it was in her hands. She was joking, but well... now she wasn’t so sure. She looked to Damien, her lips wet and pink from fooling around and her thin flowery dress only gathered around her middle.

@edmund-elofsen

Rain always made the perfect backdrop for relaxing with a good book. The vampire intended to at least finish his novel if the damn grant students would shut their mouths. The pansies were afraid of a little rain and the dark. This was why the man hated humans. When the lights went out, he groaned, placing his book down. It was the bang caught his attention. The cell doors were opening or should he say breaking open. It couldn’t be. It would be too good to be true. Still Edmund attempted to use his speed only to find himself standing in the middle of the school. His fangs popped out in excitement. “Much better.” He’d been waiting for this moment. “Time to have some fun.”

“Fun?” Jody raised an eyebrow, smirking, walking closer to Edmund, his hands behind his back. “Students pouring out of the cells in the middle of the night and you think this is something fun? To the school maybe...”

Jody gave a shrug. His eyes were black, entirely. Black faint smoke drifted from behind him. He tilted his head, looking like some curious bird.

“Which is hardly fun for the more tender hearted of people...”

@littleraeofsunshinedannie

The storm had put everyone on edge you didn’t need a crystal ball to tell you that, however, this was different something about it felt downright evil the chaos that was unleashed was like something that she had never seen before usually there was an order to the chaos and rules but what were the rules in this game. Dannie hid the small blade in the sleeve of her hoodie she had no idea where to even go for safety she was sure that whatever was going on would be sure to affect the supers and she wasn’t sure that she could trust James she had met his demon side once and that was not an experience she wanted to meet again and certainly not under these circumstances. and the cells weren’t a safe place either she pulled the small bag closer to her she decided that  it would be better to take her chances out in the wild she had no idea where she had managed to end up as she had been wandering in the dark for a good twenty minutes she bumped into an object “Friend or Foe?” she asked her hand never leaving the small blade should she need it

Dhani looked over, feeling legs hit him. Well, he was doing good at hiding out in the dark and rain, even if he was just waiting for a better chance to run out into the chaos. He recognized her voice and reached up to grab her to pull her closer and down before seeing the blade in her hand. So instead he just held his hands up in surrender, still crouching, dark clothes, hood up.

“Twinnie, it’s me! Get down!” Dhani grabbed her after she got a good look at him knowing she wasn’t about to get grabbed. He held onto her arm, keeping her close.

It wasn’t often he had to resort to this lie. Usually just playing the cowed prisoner was enough but sometimes he had to go the extra mile to get the Germans’ trust or discredit one of them. And with every time he did it the less believable it got so he had to make it count every time. Playing collaborator, nazi-sympethiser, traitor.

That he was now also sleeping with Klink only complicated matters. However, it did also put him in a very useful position of spinning the first threads of his web of lies in a new setting, where the German colonel would not expect maniplulative dishonesty as much as on a regular visit to his office. Somewhere deep inside Hogan’s guity conscience stung to use these meetings like this but he had a war to win and personal feelings carried no weight in the grand scheme of things. 

Wat moved forward in bed, wrapping his long thin arms around Damien’s tattooed body. Being a vampire, he didn’t truly sleep. The bed was for fucking and letting his guests sleep in. But Wat had to admit he did like to cuddle a bit with his guests.