#v;undetermined

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. It was as if time itself slipped into a paralysis. The air in his lungs held between the ivory cage of his ribs. Richard was never the best with faces and names, but by god his blue hues nor the pools of his memory certainly couldn't forget the man before him. How could he? Not that he would ever dare. There before him, thronged by a fog of suits, was Victor Trevor. Then, as if by foolishness or perhaps the divine intervention of recollection, Richard offered him a soft smile.

“Ah... Righ’.... I don’t think I got the memo, did I?” muttered Richard, his pocket knife aimed rather pathetically at the four people standing in front of him, all with rather large guns drawn. “Erm... In my defense, I was uninformed.-- Don’t suppose any of ye’ would mind puttin’ one, or, y’know, all of yer’ guns down, would ye’? A wee bit unfair, don’t ye think?”

     “Are you so self-centered that you can’t acknowledge what made me lash out in the first place?” Sif may have said a few hurtful things, there was no denying it, but they were never gratuitous. “Maybe if you didn’t do things like cutting my hair you wouldn’t be hurt as well.”

This is not what Charles needed right now. Yes, he knew he couldn’t control what other people did-- well, he did, but he did not often like to tap into that ‘skill’ of his-- but he at least wished somebody, what more Erik, would show him some ounce of support; or at least show that he wasn’t completely alone. Guess not. Charles was, once again, completely and utterly alone. “Don’t you think I know that by now?” he shivered, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to dispel a headache. “Look, I didn’t wish for any of this to happen! You should know by now, Erik, that I would never, ever ask for any of this. I just-... I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this.” A beat. “I want to fix this. Make things right,” his blue eyes filled with pity and helplessness now. “Please, Erik, I can’t do this alone. I-... I don’t know how...”

     I N C O N C E I V A B L E. The word was stuck in her throat, but he would see through her countenance. The absurdity she considered his suggestion to be. “No.” The raven-haired woman would not flee and hide away like a scared cat. She was a fighter and would stay with her brother. “I’m not leaving you.”

[text; Tris]: Hey [text; Tris]: You know that party over in Maxwell Hall? [text; Tris]: My whole floor is going [text; Tris]: Wanna come keep me company?

The hunt was always the best part. Picking a target had it’s thrill, but it was the chase that truly thrilled them. Catching them though? That was the most disappointing part. There was only so much to do with them without killing them. The least they would do is leave their mark somewhere on their prey’s person. A reminder of the time they got caught in the hunter’s snare. But they would always live. What fun was killing your prey if you could toy with it from afar. Just a single note in the mailbox when they moved to a new city, a small gift on the kitchen table when all the doors had been locked. Tallis’ eyes scanned the street keeping tabs on their current hunt. No time to get distracted. Today was the day of capture and release after all.

“Yeah, well, she’s seen worse days. She’ll be okay.” Owen’s words were firm, though his expression betrayed the confidence. Not every day went as planned with these animals and as they were still getting used to each other, accidents happened. Charlie - the youngest - always took the brunt of it. Although her gash from playing too rough with Delta was deep, he had to keep himself as calm as possible so the other raptors would mimic that.