Ohhh shit Masque. I ain't that scared of the lil fuckers... -Pauses- Wait, is there really one? -Stands up quickly flipping her hair over and combing it with her long blood red fingernails- Ahhh! No, no spiders. You freaking ass. -sits back down taking the last drag off her cig before stamping it out- Another thing I can't do-- smoke when I'm drunk. Hahaaa, sad really -sputters and coughs-.

Don't you do that -points at him again- to your brother -cracks knuckles- OH PLEASE. I couldn't shoot you at point-blank right about now, probably shoot my own foot first. Because I'm fuggin drunkkkk... -giggles-

-Clears throat and sits up straight trying to remain somewhat professional- Des Rameux, I can try and work with that. She's eleven huh? Prime years -gives a chuckle-. Brooklyn, I used to live there. Then again where haven't I lived atleast--- twice in my life? I have a few buddies there, they might have a few connections to help me out. Don't worry, I wont let anything happen to her. I love kids.
-Clears throat- Anyway, as for payment Masque, I don't want anything of yours. You're in bad enough shape and I can see how much you want her back. Fuck the restraining order, you wouldn't hurt your own kid. And I'm good at keeping shit away from the government anyway -wink-.

However there is one thing. -looks him firmly in the eyes, her voice low and commanding- If I find her, and something happens to you later, I want to know where she is and who she's going to. I'm not going to let her wander like I'm sure she is now. It ain't right, and I know you know better. Or if you don't now... you will when I'm done with you.

Hmmm....
There ain't too many things to know about you.
Have you ever once in your lifetime that you can remember, ever cared or loved your brother. Even for an instant...?
Oh shut that hole in your face, I'm not going to say a goddmaned thing to him about it. But I want to know for my own selfish--- SELFISHNESS.

Mmm, pathetic, that's a new one. Have to remember you said that when I'm in a position to shoot you.

Yes, big place. I'll look in all those damned churches first -shudders-. They're always willing to throw out their hospitality so freely to anyone who wants it. It's so damn sad. I'm a fast traveller, an' I have some good people on my side. and Ex-FBI agent who has a lot of connections... I wouldn't worry about it, the government's got me on every list they have, and none of them have found me yet, life's pretty damn boring when running from the best-of-the-best is just not that challenging anymore.

Adoption huh? Might be the best way to go really, for the kid -looks down-. We'll have to see when the time comes. You sure you can't give her to anyone you know--?

Yeah, it's beyond me why he'd do that for you really. If I were him I'd just let you rot in there. But that's just me. Just be thankful you have someone like him to put up with your shit Masque. Same with Tuna...

-Takes in a deep sigh and chugs the rest of her bottle- Oooh, fucking piss on it who cares anymore. As soon as he knew I was in touch with my father he joined the British navy and set out on the water looking for both of us... dad didn't get away in time, and he made me swear to him never to sail again. I was twenty. I broke that promise when I knew my own fucking worthless brother had killed him, and I became Captian Scarlet Coat. When I finally found him he cried and squealed like a little girl when I held my knife to his skinny neck. I told him if he ever came looking for me again I would make sure he saw his throat being eaten by his own dogs.

Didn't stop him. You see, worthless people are so fucking stupid, to actually knock some sense into their worthless skulls you'd have to kill them, and for me that was a lesson worth teaching to a live audience. He tried all the tricks in the book to catch me, and for awhile it was funny to watch him stuggle to get me. Then he did. He had me interrogated and framed for some other scumbag's dirt work. Hours of flogging went by until I escaped and made sure I choked every last apology and tear from his pasty face before I did exactly what I warned him I'd do.

I'm a woman of my word. He should have known that.
What made me hate him so was the fact he was quite a bit older than me and lived with a wealthy family, and knew what had happeend to me and what was happening to me, and never gave it a second thought. He could have taken me in, like an older brother is supposed to do.
Stupid fuck. He had it coming.

Enough about my past.
On to more simple questions. Tell me about the music you like... any bands?

'ello. ^^ I'm glad that Desanm and Gavin were able to meet up today. I was going to boot him in to reply, but I'm dead tired and lacking creativity at the moment, not that that is anything new. XD; Those two graves belong to Uio and Kailani and while he rarely shares that fact with anyone, I guess that he trusted Desanm enough to do so. I'll try to get him to talk for himself some time tomorrow.

Edit: Better late than never, I suppose. XD

Gavin: Hey there, De. *smiles weakly as Pocket clambers about his antlers, curious as to who the young doe is* Yeah, I know who is buried there. Uio and Kailani, my best friends. They were my best friends... *a look of sadness tugs at the corner of his mouth as Pocket settles down* I thought we were inseparable, you know? I thought that I meant something to 'em, but here I am and there they are. They make me so angry; I... *grits his teeth and looks to the ground* Maybe I am better off alone.

Gavin: I lost my mom, too, years ago. *smiles subtly as he recalls his fawnhood with her* For years, I blamed the Gods for taking her away from me, but, I don't know, I'd still like to think that I can carry her in my heart. And Uio and Kailani... *sighs* Maybe they're actually happy now. For that, I guess that I should be happy for 'em, too... *pauses for a moment as Desanm continues; golden eyes observe her curiously until he finally cracks something of a smile* Yeah. I'd like that; although, I already consider ya a friend, for whatever that's worth...Pocket, no! *takes on a more attentive stance as the squirrel leaps on the young doe and investigates the feathers tied in to her hair* Stupid squirrel, get back here now!

Gavin: *observes the scene with something of a curious expression on his face, void of all color except for his vibrant golden eyes* I found my dad eventually, but I followed some other adults around for a while until then. One of 'em, Cheat, gave him to me. He had tons of squirrels, and they all listened to him. Funny is a good word for this one, since he won't listen to a thing I say. *Pocket pauses as if to acknowledge the leucistic stag's statement; in return, Gavin quirks an eyebrow* Don't play games with me, Pocket; I'm not kidding.

De: Desanm, good to see you! Well, I wasn't around Halloween time to hang with you sweetheart. But I did get you this. -Hands her a sugar skull and a small necklace with a rectangular bone pendant swinging freely- I hope this makes up for my absence! How are you? You seem in the Spirit of the Dead!

Masque:I could strangle any artist from the early 40's to the early 60's. Except the Beatles. Actually had a run-in with Frank Sinatra. Shot him in the shoulder once, when I was involved in the mob. Never could stomach his music, all the more reason to give him some led. He had a smart-ass air about him. Never liked smart-asses -looks at him with heavy eyelids- But pretty much from the classical era backwards, if that's even possible. Maybe some Led Zeppelin but I don't stand for this modern shit.

DAMN, can hardly see straight Masque. STOP GODDAMNED MOVING AROUND.

Hobbies?
-gives a cold laugh- Painting. Anything to do with art. I also love to play any of the instruments I mentioned earlier... I think I mentioned -waves a heavy hand-.
Violin, cello, piano, harpsichord, organ -loses track-... violin.
Anyway.
And babysitting.
.......
Breathe damn you.
......
I love kids. -pauses-
Makes you wonder about their parents though... don't do their homework on who they hand their precious flesh and blood to. -tosses hair back and takes a drag- Parents these days. -shakes head-
What about you boy?
Any guilty pleasures?

"J-Just making sure your feeling alright. H-Hell, of course you are. Y-Your fucking Masque." She gives him a gentle nudge with her paw and winks. "Just rest and stay away from th-those damn mushrooms."

-laughs- "I'm f-fine. Always seem to be holding up o-one way or the other..." -smiles- "But you r-really need to get better. This d-damn sickness has got you in a chokehold."

(It doesn't matter to me, they can easily go either way xD)

Mhm. Well I don't mean to get involved, because it just makes things worse for her. I can't watch over her as well as you can. That girl's slated to fight with some doe in a few days, and she's already messed up enough. I can't hold up too well with fights anymore, but I'm ready to do anything I can to stop her from being hurt again.

o3o INDEED.
Still ironing out things though.

Loving the new layout. ^^ And a Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.

8D -shares dumplings and deelishus fried rice-

Pfft pirating is how things get done. C:
QUITE SO, M'LADY.

FELICITATIONS MALEFACTORS.

De: <8c -sobforever-

I think she missed heem. o3o

WELL WHO WOULDN'T. HE'S LIKE A GIGANTIC BLUE TEDDY BEAR. -beaten many times-

Feyn: He is indeed and that's why I had to Sim him over the weekend. C:

Aegle: -tiredly rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a defeated smile- Don't flatter yourself too much, darling. If I was jealous, you'd know about it. I said I'm happy for you and I know that's all you want to hear anyway, so I'll just keep my mouth shut.
And gee, thanks. You aren't looking too much like a basket of roses yourself, babe. I hear you've been fighting again. -glances over her wounds disdainfully- You really shouldn't fight so much; you're going to get killed like that.

Kaoori: Nah, I should be thanking you. Especially for putting up with me while I'm throwing a goddamn tantrum over something. Mhm, thanks, I'm starting to get that a lot. Not really feeling tip-top these days either. -lowers his ears- Pft, Wyvern's a good girl; no reason for me to piss her off. I doubt she wants anything to do with me, so I just tend to keep a distance and leave her alone.

Kaoori flattens her ears, looking him over again.
Haven't you.. I don't know.. gone to someone about what's wrong with you? Being so beat up and all.. it's not good. There's got to be something you can do?
The young doe tilted her head, looking at him.

She stares at him with a not fully convinced expression, "Ahh, y-your not the only one who I find handsome. T-Theres many stags out there to look at. I'll r-rate you in my top though." She smiles. "I-I know he did. But he is like a brother to me, not a mate." She sighs heavily, "L-Look, the main reason I ask is because your my best friend." She stops mid-sentence, "Y-Yeah I know shocking. But I don't have anyone else but you. I trust you. And well if you have any problem I want y-you to forget about my feeling and just tell me. I don't want things to be fine by you, I want your full approval."

She stares at him and smiles. "Oh, blame me! Y-You have just as much blame for playing with my heart like that." She giggles happily and turns her head slightly to the side smiling. "Y-You can trust him, at least I think so. Just give h-him a chance, ok? I want m-my best friend to at approve of my man..." She stands up wearily and puts her lips up close to his ear and whispers, "I w-would have perfered you were jealous." She sits back down laughing.

FFff well they randomly play movies for free at this theater near me.

(AWW Mar is such a sweetie <3)

W-why? Why should you care? -grunts painfully- Huh...you don't th-think I deserve this, like...like everyone else does? The gods owe me n-nothing.


(He's a tad out of his right mind, at the moment. o.O)

Mhm...yeah I w-wish that too...but thanks...

N-nothing that I know of. -takes a deep, shuddering breath- Just d-don't worry about it...I deserve this anyway.

Abusing my brother for years, tearing apart m-my family, abandoning the doe carrying my d-daughter, treating my best friends like shit. You know- l-little things like that.

He sits down, staring to one side at nothing in particular. "I guess you could say I have a plathoria of reasons, most valad but not extraordinary... but heh... that's not important. I don't believe you, or anyone else, would deserve to suffer as you are. Frankly, it doesn't matter what's been said or done; We're all imperfect and we've all messed up at some crucial point. Really, neither of us are exactly angels, but the gods still seem to care enough for us to be left alive. If you can allow yourself to recover, you'll have plenty of time to make right whatever you choose." he comments.

(|D yush, he is. <3)