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[mother of sorrows]

the day starts early for the ravencrushers.

it was still somewhat dark beyond the window, light gathering at the edge of the sky. the mansion was quiet, a type of peace that existed only in those early morning hours. alfred could hear the occasional shift or hushed whisper as one by one, the assassins started waking up. the trainees were probably still fast asleep, but the doctor has been awake for at least an hour, nursing a mug of lukewarm coffee. his surgery room/office/unofficial ping pong room (considered so by some of the more energetic assassins, despite his annoyance) was ready for the day, smelling faintly of cleaning chemicals. later, when the sun was up and shining, it would be filled with members for their weekly checkup; but later. for now, alfred was content to stare out into the fog and enjoy the peace.

short lived as it was.

chatter and footsteps picked across the dark wood hallways. some of the members were getting ready for jobs, but the majority were headed towards breakfast. alfred didn't remember who was on kitchen duty today, but he hoped to any deity listening that it was someone capable. he had enough of burned eggs to last a life time.

with a sigh, the doctor made his way through the mansion to the dining hall; portraits of the previous owners stared him down from their frames, expressions strict. alfred didnt remember the details of how the ravencrushers even got to be here, but he was aware the family who owned it before got executed on terms of national betrayal. the rest was rather mysterious, as things tended to be when it came to the assassination guild. alfy didn't have the time to dwell on it; the lively conversation coming from the dining room bought him from his thoughts.

"good morning, everybody." his pale eyes blinked tiredly, observing the room. the dining room must have been regal in it's glory days; but at breakfast and dinner, it got rather cramped. the man beelined for the storage room adjanced to it, eager to eat already; he had some sweets pears saved for today and -

alfed couldn't believe his eyes as he entered the dark room. his sweet pears. gone. the doctor searched around, if perhaps somebody placed them somewhere, but no. somebody betrayed alfy in the most terrible way and ate them without even asking. he even labeled them! with big letters! he can't have anything in this house.

the tall man burst into the dining room, hands on his hips and face pursed into one of a disappointed mother. first mystery of the day; who ate his sweet pears without asking?

"alright, guys. which one of you ate my sweet pears? i won't get mad if you tell the truth." a lie. alfred has been dreaming about those pears, so whoever took them was in for a rant.

 

[ackerninja]

“Hey, no fair! You used magic!”

“Finders keepers!!”

Traversing through the long hallway, Lottie sidestepped as two trainees rushed by her. She didn’t know what the girl held in her hands, but that boy seemed persistent. The interaction didn’t seem to be concerning, though, why she barely paid it attention. Besides it was too early for interaction without caffeine.

Approaching the winding staircase and hopping down every two steps, long brunette hair swayed freely behind her.

Brown hue’s glancing around the room as fellow assassins and other trainees moved about, Lottie avoided eye contact. Her only goal was the pot of coffee she could smell. The delicious aroma flittered through the air and made her give a content sigh. She was almost there… she’d have a warm cup in her hands soon…

Entering the dinning room, the long table had a spread full of food and beverages. Everyone was gathering around and it seemed more people were joining for breakfast. Sometimes she was social, other times she wasn’t. Lottie planned on being anti-social today. Her latest assignment was exhausting and she wanted a little space. Especially after using so much magic this week. The mission was successful, yes, but the next one wouldn’t be if she didn’t recharge herself mentally too.

Empty mug grabbed as she poured coffee into it Alfred’s outburst caused her to outwardly sigh.

Not bothering with creamer or sugar, preferring it black, she turned around and gave the doctor a deadpanned expression. “Would you keep it down? It’s too early for your theatrics.” Taking a sip and walking over to him, Lottie shook her head. “Besides, we all know you’re lying. Whoever took those pears won’t hear the end of it for a century.” Slightly teasing, slightly telling the truth, a playful smirk crossed her lips. While she planned on being anti-social it was hard not to tease him. “You should already know better than to leave anything you want to eat in the open.”​

 

[Dover]

Malachi 'Mal' O'Broithe​

It was too late.

Far too late.

The scrambled eggs were absolutely ruined again.

With a wince, Malachi pried at the crusted egg on the frying pan with a fork. Nope. No way that was coming off any time soon. He could hang it up on a wall like art and the egg wouldn’t slide off the pan. The tea was ready, though. Coffee was already in the dining room. And there was some toast ready, albeit unevenly cooked. Some jam and butter and breakfast was probably salvageable, right?

Someone other than himself really needed to be on breakfast duty. They mysteries of wood-burning stoves and heating up food to appropriate temperatures would always be beyond him.

He left the sad excuse for scrambled eggs in the pan and piled up the toast he’d prepared earlier on a platter. A few containers of jam, butter, and a steaming pot of tea. There were other things on the table already. Things that didn't require cooking. Like cut up fruit! Other than the toast (and the eggs) there was little he could mess up about this breakfast.

Tray in hand, Malachi hurried to the dining room, pushing open the door from the kitchen with his side just in time to catch the tail end of Alfred getting ready to raise hell over some pears.

“Lottie’s right, Doc,” Malachi agreed. “Keep your pears close, and the people crazy enough to steal your pears even closer.”

He set the tray down in the centre of the table. “Right, there’s breakfast. And before anyone complains over the lack of eggs, you’re free to try and release them from the grips of the frying pan if you want. I’ll happily give up kitchen duty if someone else would like to wake up early enough to prepare breakfast.”

The moment Lottie was finished with the coffee pot, Malachi swiped it up, poured a cup, and pushed the cup over the Alfred. “Here. You look like you barely slept again.”

 

[animegirl20]

Mika woke up in a good mood as usual but this particular morning he mood was even brighter then usual. Why was she in such a good mood, because she had just eaten some tasty fruit, sweet pears, boy they were nice to eat for the morning though maybe eating all of them was bit much but she couldn't help herself. This morning before anyone else got up she decided to have a snake and noticed the sweet pears. They look so good and she wanted them, sooo she took them! And now she was in the best possible mood. She walked down the stairs with the last one in hand and once she reached the dinning room she took a bite into it and smiled happily but her smile turned into a nervous one when she heard Alfred come out of the kitchen saying someone had taken his pears. "Wait....!" It hit her those were his there was even a label on it with big letters. Why would she do that?! Well it was because she had a problem. When she was younger she stole to make money and well she gain quite a annoying habit. For some reason she just can't help but take things. She see something she wants she takes with out a second thought and it doesn't hit her until later that she just out right stole something. "Uh oh" Luckily it looked like no one noticed her. At least she didn't think they did. Seemed like Alfred was to busy speaking with Lottie and Malachi. So Mika quickly darted back up stairs. She really hoped no one saw her. She took another bite into the pear. "Man this is good."

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[LazyDaze]

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Truth could only shake his head as he sat down in the dining hall reading a newspaper. It was a good source of information...well if you could read between the lines. Someone in his position could usually tell if certain stories were credible, or spun to fit a narrative. It was also interesting to see stories that they created. So far there wasn't anything particularly interesting; in fact, it has been a rather slow couple of weeks. If this continued Truth was going to make some of the newer, less infamous members get part time jobs. Truth lowered his newspaper and peered over at the ruckus being created. The doctor was going to be in a pissy mood again, now it seemed like they would never shut up and eat like normal human beings.

Truth broke his train of thought when Malachi noted his cooking skills, or rather, the lack thereof. He wrote a note on the newspaper to look into acquiring a cook. If his damaged organs didn't kill him, Malachi's cooking definitely will. While his mind was on the less than stellar culinary arts of his employees he soon realized why the pears were so important. It was probably the best thing on the menu...in fact...he could go for some pears himself. His eyes shifted around the room...using the term eyes loosely...very loosely. He then noticed a slight shift in Mika's mood as she darted up stairs. This made Truth raise an eyebrow...it was worth looking into, after all, he didn't want to hear Al's whining. Truth folded the newspaper and followed Mika up the stairs silently, and calmly. It was almost as if he was on mission, ready to pounce on his target and that's when he saw it. She could not resist the forbidden fruit and took another bite. Truth placed a heavy hand gently on her shoulder. looking down at her and the evidence.

"...Well well, that is a healty alternative to burnt eggs."

 

[animegirl20]

As she went to take the bite she thought she felt a presence near but she was to busy eating the enjoying the sweet pear to really notice.

"...Well well, that is a healty alternative to burnt eggs."

"Yeah and it taste so good!....!!!" It was Truth! Or as she called him Rex. Mika slowly turned around and looked up at him then sighed. "Alright you caught me, but I couldn't help it! It was calling out to me saying, 'Mika eat me! You know you wanna~' So I did...and they were very good." She then looked at the sweet pear in her hand and held it out to him. "You can have the rest if you don't tell?" She said with smile that said, 'Come on you know you want it.' Maybe he wouldn't tell if she let him have it. "Like you said it's better then having burnt eggs." Speaking of which why was it the food never turned out right. Seriously there had to be someone here who could cook.
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[Cosmos]

The little girls eyes shot open full of life, shining orbs of light blue mixtures blinking sleepily against the sun beams hitting her face in the gentle organ hue of the still dim room. Arms stretching out and upwards as she begged for just a few minuets more sleep, shoving her small pale and porcelain face back into the fluffy white pillow it lay in, surrounded on all sides by an armada of stuffed animals of various varieties and sizes. A small murmur of a yawn escaped the young girls pale lips as she sat up and rubbed at her right eye with one small bunched up fist, a slightly agape mouth akin to a goldfish remaining as she fully woke up, messy strands of long dark hair falling across her face like an untrimmed bush.

Sliding out from the warmth of the covers she grabbed the small stuffed rabbit sitting foremost on the sheets and wrapped it in a tight hug, eagerly shooting off towards the door still in the pure white frilly nightdress, opening the door handle with the help of standing on her top toes she poked her head out of the room curiously. Hearing the bustling of voices and footsteps down the hall she dashed back in with a slightly nervous adorable expression, a light pink tinge crossing the tops of her cheeks as she puffed her cheeks out with determination, walking out into the hallway hugging mr. bunzels tightly.

Slowly she made her way to the usual commotion of the kitchen, a wide innocent smile growing on her cheeks as she skipped over and clambered up onto the much too tall chair for her short form, sitting with head just above the table as she reached over and began to grab the slightly burnt top pieces of toast, happily giggling as Alfred yelled something about pears, she always thought he was silly, she really liked him, he reminded her a lot of a mummy for the group.

You'd barely have noticed the small girl being there, at least until Truth's leaving distracted her from her absentminded grab of the jam causing it to tumble and hit the surface of the table with a loud thump, spreading strawberry scented sauce across a portion of the wooden surface, the girls eyes immediately brimming with tears as her lip quivered, stuffed toy held tighter in her arms, "I-Iw didn't mean ta! D-Don't be angry p-pwease!~…." she suddenly yelled out in insistence as though this possibly wasn't the first time it'd happened, and defiantly not the first time she'd been told off for doing something similar, eyes shut tightly as she buried her face into the old bunny toy a little more, a small noise similar to "Uwou~…." escaping her mouth quietly.
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[Cosmos]

"What's all the commotion about? It hasn't even been a bloody hour since everyone's woken up." The cold and harsh voice cut through the yelling of the dining hall easily. A tall, thin and pale figure stood in the doorway with a sigh escaping her lips pursed with irritation, eyelids resting gently for a brief moment more of silence before reopening, their stark contrast of blue and yellow hues on each side shooting their way piercingly towards the main centre of commotion, Alfred.

Another sigh left her mouth as she began to walk forwards, steel capped boots clicking against the floor tiles loudly. Moving towards the the trio currently in arms over the issue, a glare lining her eyes, a soft purple tinge of bags layering underneath, clearly the woman had experienced yet another bad nights sleep, making for even more of a scary presence to go up against than usual. Veronica was enough of a terrifying figure without sleep deprivation, add in recurring night terrors and you get a bloodthirsty monster craving only quiet and coffee.

However this threatening presence was broken as the woman, halfway through sitting was caught off guard by the loud smashing of a jam jar, looking upwards wide eyed, more surprised at herself for letting her guard down than anything, and it showed only briefly before she resumed her usual demeanour with a soft grin and shake of her head, "I'll let you handle this one, 'mr cook'~" she mused to Malachi as a mutter, a soft smirk on her lips. Don't get her wrong, she loved the tiny girl that was Reina, but her wording was not really- suited, for comforting actions that were needed in such a situation, but you could be damn right in assuming if anyone upset the young girl further, they'd have her to deal with. Immediately a few rookie assassins tensed and innocently looked away as they munched at their toast.

A few fingers elegantly caressing the side of a cup of tea, the coffee could wait, she didn't feel like waking up completely just yet, after all perhaps this morning would be quite the interesting show. Though- she could very well announce the name of the thief she saw scampering off with the pears if things were to get too boring, she wasn't a trouble maker, but that rat deserved to get the justice coming for her.

Normally it was her and Alfred on dinner duty- correction, most of the time it was them. Therefore despite being the competent cooks in the large mansion, both refused to do such a trivial duty such as breakfast, after all she was fairly sure with the exception of his 'snacks' both could survive very well off of the fuel of a hot cup of joe at this time.
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[mother of sorrows]

the doctor sniffed in offense as lottie told him to calm down, eyes set in a small glare, altrough there wasn't any actual anger behind it. he was still a bit grumpy from lack of sleep and now his pears being stolen, but he supposed she was right;, next time, he's going to hide his snacks in a vault. that should keep these assassins from stealing anything ever again. ''it's easy for you to talk.'' alfy grumbled, taking a seat at the long table, looking slightly suspicious of the food. ''if anybody steals from you, you can just beat them up.'' lottie was good at what she does; he'd seen her fighting abilities on a few occasions and he slightly doubted people would steal from her. slightly. this was a mansion filled with crazy people, after all.
alfred perked up as malachi arrived from the kitchen, his suspicions confirmed. of course, only malachi could set fire to toast of all things and alfy send a quick prayer towards the heavens for all the eggs that were no doubt burned this morning. the other man was a great medical assistant and alfred never had anything to complain about; but gods if malachi wasn't a terrible cook. just the thought of eating his food was enough to make the doctor sob, but it seems like the bread was safe. ''aren't you supposed to be on my side...'' alfred mumbled, frown deepening. but he found it hard to be annoyed with malachi when he offered him a cup of warm coffee, letting out a grateful sigh. ''you have no idea how much i needed that.'' he took a sip, nodding in satisfaction. ''you should probably drink some, too. it's check up day, you know.'' which means alfred and malachi will have to check over the whole guild to treat injuries. what joy.

he could see the boss go somewhere in the corner of his eye, but he didn't pay it much mind. he supposed truth was tired of their bickering and decided to go to his office or something. alfred didn't have time to dwell on the thought before a cry rang out across the dining room. his head snapepd up in suprise, only to see -reina, crying her little soul out. all over some spilled jam. the man's expression softened as he let out a sigh, aiming to scoop the crying child up. ''come on, now. nobody's mad at you, okay?'' he gave lottie and malachi a begging look, hoping they would help him with this situation. he was more or less used to children crying around him, being a doctor, but when he came to work for the ravencrushers, he didn't expect there to be a little girl there. as sweet as she was, this was an assassination guild and it really was a suprise. damn it, where was truth when you needed him? the older man always seemed to calm her down.
and then veronica arrived, seeming annoyed as always. it was early in the morning, so alfred knew better than to provoke her; she was murderous when sleepy.

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[Dandelion]

Early to bed, early to rise, or so they say.

For Greyson, that statement held as much truth today as it did any other day. That is, it had no relation to him whatsoever and never had. So when he stumbled out of bed a bit later than everyone else, eyes blearily with exhaustion and hair sleep-ruffled, it was to nobody’s surprise. A notorious night-owl, he hadn’t found his way to bed until sometime after three in the morning. A mix of the day’s work and his ever-running thoughts had kept him awake for far too long (but did he regret staying up? absolutely not). The fact that he was up now was, in his eyes, nothing short of a miracle. Fortunately, it took him no time at all to make himself appear somewhat presentable in a pressed white shirt, make his way down the hall, and enter the dining area where his fellow assassins were partaking in breakfast.

Of course, he couldn’t have so lucky a morning after all. He had stepped in just in time to hear Reina burst into tears and wished for half a second that he had waited a few moments longer to enter. He had nothing against Reina, of course - she was just a kid, the unlikely companion to an unsavory group, but he had never had much experience with children. He had grown up as the spoilt only child in a too-large house where his companions had, for the most part, consisted of his parents and his books.

“Ah, good morning!” Greyson greeted his peers with a wave of his hand, unable to avoid shooting a pitying glance in the little girl’s direction as he made his way over. It looked like he didn’t really need to intervene, with Alfred trying, in his own way, to calm her down. Although he also looked like he desperately wanted the help…but he was sure Malachi and Lottie would, maybe, jump to his aid. And...breakfast was calling his name right now It was the fuel he needed to charge for the day! Before he could start doing anything else, he needed to stuff his face.

The smell of burnt eggs hit him in the face as he settled at the table, causing his nose to wrinkle a bit, but he had the grace not to say anything as he scooped a few bits of them as well as the salvageable pieces of toast onto a plate. Still, they really needed a cook, huh...Greyson had never done any real cooking, but he couldn't deny he was curious to try. They should put him on cooking duty more. The most important part of his morning, however, was the caffeine. Almost too gleefully, he grabbed himself a steaming cup of it and took a grateful swig. The warmth tingled down his throat and spread throughout his body immediately, sending a satisfied smile to his lips. Never take for granted life’s simple pleasures~

 

[ackerninja]

Getting a whiff of the burned eggs Lottie’s nose wrinkled, as she glanced to Malachi and placed a hand on her hip. “Geez, Malachi, are you trying to assassinate the guild next?” Tone sarcastic as usual with her partner in crime, she laughed. “Someone else take up morning duty? I don’t think anyone wakes up as early as you. Besides, as long as the coffee remains unharmed I could care less.” She admitted. While she knew it sounded selfish, the real selfish behavior would be forcing people to eat her cooking. She was pretty sure Malachi was considered a professional compared to her lack of culinary awareness.

“He’s right, you know.” She scolded Alfred lightly. Malachi was putting it nicely, since in her opinion, the sleep deprivation made Alfred resemble a zombie. Some trainee had accidentally summoned those once and they were absolutely hideous. If he kept this up he’d probably be joining their ranks once he dropped dead from exhaustion. “I hear you shifting around sometimes when I wake up to use the bathroom.” Careful not to draw attention to them Lottie sat next to Alfred. “Anything on your mind you want to talk about?”

Listening as he spoke, Lottie quirked an eyebrow. She raised a finger and went to protest Alfred’s statement but found she couldn’t. While she didn’t go around, acting tough and intimidating, Lottie knew she had a temper. If she wasn’t careful sometimes she could make the ground shake or increase nearby flames during moments if duress. Moments of extreme sadness provoked the weather and it’d downpour. Overall, she was rather unpredictable with all the elements except wind. No wonder people usually tried to stay on her good side.

“It’s easy to beat people up, Alfred.” She sighed and grabbed the frying pan off the table. “Just smack someone upside the head with this and voilà. Down the person goes with a concussion.” Lottie thought it was a pretty simple yet effective method.

Perking as Mika entered the room, with Truth not too far behind her, it seemed everyone was beginning to awake.

That’s when Lottie noticed Mika eating the pear and facepalmed. Dragging fingers down her face, hoping Alfred didn’t see Mika, she slouched forward and groaned. She figured Truth was already on it when he turned and followed Mika right back out. Hopefully his could get resolved because, while harmless, she knew Alfred preferred little things like those pears to keep his spirits up. Much as Lottie didn’t want to admit it, she did care for this guild like a family. Why she made a mental note to grab Alfred some sweet pears next time she visited the marketplace.

“Check up time already?” Placing the pan down as Raina approached the table, knowing she’d be brave enough to eat those eggs, Lottie figured the catastrophes were behind them… until a loud cry echoed throughout the dinning hall.

Recognizing where both the cry and harsh echoes resided from Lottie stood up now. “Chill, Veronica. Everyone’s still waking up themselves.”

Watching Alfred approach Raina trying to calm the child, Lottie idly tried to remember exactly how a child joined their guild. It seemed like time was flying by and everything was a distant memory. Speaking of distant memory… when Alfred looked at her, his eyes pleading for help, she gave a flat expression. Did he not remember how she made the trainees cry in the past during training? She was one of the even tempered assassins and she still managed.

“No.” Lottie spoke firmly. “We all know I have no maternal instincts.”

Watching Greyson stroll on by as he ignored the chaos, she inhaled a deep breath. “Oi, Grey.” She gestured to the crying child silently with her hand. If she was being dragged into this, she wasn’t going down alone.

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[Dover]

Malachi 'Mal' O'Broithe​

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“I’m always on your side, Doc. I’m part of the Keep Alfy’s Treats Safe Committee,” Malachi said with a smile, and then added, “It’s my side job when I’m not trying to assassinate the guild via burnt toast.” He spared Lottie a scathing, but never serious, look. “And I’d never harm the coffee. I don’t want my name on the next contract you pick up.”

He sat back in a chair, sipping at a cup of coffee as Alfred has instructed. If it was check-up day, he really was going to need the caffeine. Not everyone was good about coming into the Doc’s office, and Malachi was certain they’d have to hunt some assassins down.

But for now, as per usual, the dining room during eating hours was a madhouse. People constantly zipping this way and that, the usual comments towards his poor cooking skills, and just when he’d settled into the hubbub, a jar of bright red jam spread across the table like some bizarre strawberry wave. He tensed. Not because of the jam mess, but because of the impending waterworks from Reina.

Oh. Oh no. There were the tears. How did you make children stop crying? He glanced frantically from the others to Veronica, who had oh so kindly volunteered to let him ‘handle’ the situation.

“Me?” Malachi spluttered. Crying children were not a Malachi sort of job. That was a Truth job or an Alfred job. Not a job for someone who’d just make matters worse. Not a job for someone who was slightly terrified of children for fear of said children having a meltdown. So, he breathed a sigh of relief when Alfred predictably hurried to the rescue.

…And then quickly grabbed a coffee ring stained cloth napkin to wipe up the jam when Alfred looked to him for help. “No one’s mad, Reina.” The jam was seeping through the napkin and onto his hands. “Bleccch.” Blood and guts during surgery, he could handle. Sticky jam? Less so.

He snorted at Lottie’s statement. Her maternal instincts were about as good as his cooking.

“Morning Greyson.” Malachi glanced up and nodded. “Sorry about the toast.” He rolled up the napkin into a ball and tried to keep from touching any more jam. “See, Reina? Nothing to worry about. Now we have a… a jam balloon.” Like a water balloon but instead jam.

 

[Cosmos]

(okay, edit: for some reason my still slightly sick brain somehow thought Alfred hugged Reina, why? I don't know exactly, but I think it thought it as cute?….. Uh- j-just tell me if I need to change it haha, for now I'll leave it for adorable factor, sorry for the plot hole! //>w<)

Reina



Reina sat in the chair tears bubbling out of her small innocent eyes and trickling down her face, soaking into little dots on top of the worn fabric of the stuffed bunny, continuing to stutter out breaths as Alfred quickly came to the rescue, scooping her up in his arms. She normally liked the doctor, but his warmth was weird, the clothing he wore always made him feel slightly scratchy to the young child like a bad sweater, and as any young child does at such a sensation, she started to cry more.

A little louder as the small stutters turned into quiet mumbling through the salty tears falling into her mouth, the commotion of the argument around her on who should help certainly not helping, especially as the 'scary lady' entered the dining hall, this caused the girl to brave the itchiness of Alfred's clothing albeit just to shover her face away from her, small body quivering a little every few moments as her long hair settled on her back. It was only when something caught her attention vaguely that she looked up, "…. B-Balwoon?…." she mumbled out, eyes opening a little wide, tear stains drying thanks to the doctors clothes, a rogue few water droplets still sneaking out as she snuffled and rubbed out her face, looking at the gooey red cloth held daintily away by the man Reina simply knew as 'funny cook'.

Her face immediately lit up at the simple concept, giggling a little still stuttering a breath here and there as she jumped up and down on her seat twice, escaping the doctors embrace as she quickly clambered down from the chair, sliding backwards off on her knees before running around the table, arriving at the much taller man than her own form she reached one arm up, grinning widely as the other tightly held mr. bunzels beneath, trying to reach the sticky object.

On one hand she may be sorely disappointed that the aforementioned balloon was really just a jammy napkin, on the other, knowing the little girls spirit she may very well be totally oblivious to the whole situation, her innocent laughter filled the hall briefly, the rookie's visibly relaxing and beginning quiet chatter who had previously gone stiff and silent at Veronica's glare, as though time itself had resumed.

Looking around suddenly the small girl blinked, snapped out of her toy filled craze, "Wh-Wherewis Twuth?" she asked, expecting to see the unusual but somehow fitting form of the guilds leader sipping his coffee as usual at the table. Luckily for them this was no water works moment, simply a moment of blind confusion as the girl spun around a few times, getting dizzy and face planting into Lottie as the woman still sipped her warm drink, stumbling back she looked up with an apologetic smile, she liked Lottie, she made the other guild members make funny faces when she said things to them.

-little to her knowledge of the actual teasing involved, good for them that the little girl hadn't tried to copy the womans actions herself, saving them all from a very sassy young girl-

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[Cosmos]

Veronica


Veronica sighed at the childs outburst, really now, how could anyone get so excited over something as simple as a fake jam-filled balloon? She supposed it showed a certain- merit? Argh. That wasn't the word, well whatever it was how that little girl remained so damn joyful in a mansion full of the most bloodthirsty assassins - albeit dorks - she would have no idea. The girl didn't even know what they did for work for goodna sake! She thought they, what was it Truth lied to her about?…. put people- to bed? Darnit. That big softie of a man was just delaying the inevitable, the little 'princess' would have to find out what they did eventually, one way or another.

Though, it would never be her to tell the child. Despite her stubborn thoughts and manner of speaking, the cold hearted woman had a soft spot perhaps just as big as that of their boss for that of Reina, after all, with all the darkness they worked in, it wasn't all that bad to have this little ray of light. A light, "Hm~.." escaping her lips at the thought.

At the mention of truths whereabouts she looked around, previously closed eyes rolling at seeing the rookies now relaxed, you should never be relaxed in a place like this, who knows what will happen next, knowing the clumsiness of the cook you could have smouldering coffee poured all over your lap if you don't stay alert. Looking over at the place however she noted Lottie's expression, perhaps the other had also noted the true identity of the sweet pear thief? A small smirk coming to her pink lips as she lulled over the thought, to tell or not to tell, that certainly was the question.

Sipping at the drink again she crossed her legs, her stern look sending a tough stare at the child, "He went to deal with some- business. a little rat managed to squeeze its way into quite the predicament~" she mused in an overly cryptic fashion, she supposed the usual befuddled look would soon befall the young child, perhaps she really should work on refining her speaking skills, naah.

Her heterochromic eyes held a dull glimmer at the expression, before going back to her morning routine. Checkups, hm? Well then, she might just have to sneak out before those again today- she wasn't one for others….. Observing her body, for one reason or another.

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[LazyDaze]

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animegirl20 , Cosmos Dover ackerninja Dandelion @Iangas

Truth scratched his chin as he pondered the thought of having pears over the burnt breakfast. "Pears can boost the immune system, and can even prevent osteoporosis, but..." Truth began as he sighed before giving Mika a light chop on the head. "They don't prevent you from getting caught in the act. If you're going to do something, be thorough," Truth said sternly. He did not care that the doctor was without his pears, or that one of his members were a no good thief, but she got caught so easily...this was a problem.

"First, you left the scene to early. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who knows you're guilty. Second, you claimed your prize before being in the clear. Celebrating a kill before the verification of death is a sin. This is basically that. 3rd, you acted upon greed, which is not a problem in itself, but you did not have a plan. Impulsiveness will get you killed. Did you think to frame someone, or even make the doctor believe he had already ate them? So many options could have been explored, but your mind was failed...…...by your tummy." Truth shook his head in disappointment, he had thought they were making progress, but she was just stuffing her face with pears. "You will replace his pears before we all lose our minds. When he whines, he WHINES. If he whines, I get angry. If I get angry, I take it out on amateur pear thief's. REPLACE THEM." Truth said, reiterating that the pears must be replaced, but he had to admit....he wish he had got to them first. At that moment he heard the little one crying. "One moment..." Truth said before walking back down the stairs. When he came down he saw a few no good assassins trying to make the innocent and adorable Reina feel better.

"WHO DID IT!? WHY IS REINA CRYING!? I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL END YOU ALL AND BUILD THIS PLACE FROM SCRATCH!"

 

[mother of sorrows]

alfred gave lottie a questioning look, a bit offended about being scolded as a grown man. he could take care of himself, you know; but still, he was grateful for her concern, giving a small smile. and that's why he hasn't left the ravencrushers yet, despite them stealing all and every snack he has. it was like a big, dysfunctional family, almost. ''no, i've been like this since forever.'' it seems insomnia was hereditary in his family; he was much like his mother. ''i guess i'm afraid this place will burn to the ground without me to stop it.'' alfy didn't think it was impossible that at least one of them would try it. sigh.
alfred gave malachi a somewhat dubious look, unsure if the other wouldn't steal his treats also. as good as a friend the man was, alfy hasn't had the opportunity to test him in the presence of free sweet pears. hmm. at least he could be trusted with coffee, if not eggs or... any other food, really. "yes. which means we'll have to chase some of them down." cough. veronica, cough.

reina let out another sob and alfred let out a sigh when lottie abandoned him, not even trying to help. altrough, well, she might make the situation worse; if reina saw her glare the poor girl would start screaming her head off. but malachi was reliable as ever and distracted reina with.... a jam filled napkin. children are so weird. did his poor mother also feel so terribly tired when she had to deal with his fits of crying? the doctor gave malahi a grateful nod when reina struggled out of his arms, already laughing.

veronica was being cryptic again and alfred didn't bother with saying anything than rolling his eyes, feeling as if he's aged 30 years in the span of these few minutes. to make it worse, there was truth, yelling about who dares to make reina cry. god, the morning here were.... chaotic, to say the least. greyson seemed rather calm, gods bless his soul; at least he isn't causing any trouble. for now.
"she just spilled some jam, boss. she's alright." alfred blinked, feeling a bit sheepish at the older man's yelling. altrough alfy also cared for reina, truth was... well, he really was attached to the little girl. a bit too protective; she's not going to die the second she cries. children are supposed to do that.

i: ackerninja Dover Cosmos LazyDaze
m: Dandelion

 

[animegirl20]

"Pears can boost the immune system, and can even prevent osteoporosis, but..." "They don't prevent you from getting caught in the act. If you're going to do something, be thorough,"

"Huh?...Oh yeah guess your right." She could of done that better. Though this wasn't what she was expecting him to say.

"First, you left the scene to early. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who knows you're guilty. Second, you claimed your prize before being in the clear. Celebrating a kill before the verification of death is a sin. This is basically that. 3rd, you acted upon greed, which is not a problem in itself, but you did not have a plan. Impulsiveness will get you killed. Did you think to frame someone, or even make the doctor believe he had already ate them? So many options could have been explored, but your mind was failed...…...by your tummy."

"Hey I rarely make mistakes when stealing stuff. This was just one of those rare mistakes.....That won't be made again I promise. K?" She smiled up at him. Goodness she really hope that was the end of his lecturing.

"You will replace his pears before we all lose our minds. When he whines, he WHINES. If he whines, I get angry. If I get angry, I take it out on amateur pear thief's. REPLACE THEM."

Mika swallowed. Yep that was the response she was expecting. She then puffed out her cheeks. "Fine....Amateur?! Come on now that's bit harsh don't ya think?" Mika then looked at the pear in her hand then back at him. "So are you going to take this or-" Suddenly she was interrupted by the sounds of Reina crying.

"One moment..."

Mika watched as he headed down stairs. She knew that look.

"WHO DID IT!? WHY IS REINA CRYING!? I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL END YOU ALL AND BUILD THIS PLACE FROM SCRATCH!"

"He probably would...." She took another bite into the pear then remembered she was suppose give to Rex. "Whoops....maybe he won't care that I took two bites...."
LazyDaze

 

[ackerninja]

Lottie sighed. She hoped Alfred wasn’t lying and it genuinely was just insomnia.

“Good, because if you burned the coffee that would not be a quick kill.” She snickered at Malachi’s response. Somehow she ended up with some dangerous reputation and to this day Lottie still didn’t know how. She had guesses but that was about it. Didn’t bother to ask, either. Whatever it was, it was. She wasn’t going to question it. While she let a select few in, she didn’t have the luxury of letting extra people in… she didn’t want to risk being found out. She knew her mother declared her dead as a child for a reason… and knew the Queen’s pride was probably damaged by her escape. If she was re-captured Lottie knew she’d be executed without any hesitation.

Continuing to snicker as Malachi’s hands got sticky, his snort caused her eyes to roll as she elbowed him hardly in the ribs. She knew what those unspoken words were.

Reina bumping into her, Lottie’s hands instinctively went to her shoulders gently to help balance the girl. The last thing they needed was Reina tilting over and hurting herself… which wasn’t unusual for the child. Noticing the apologetic smile, she couldn’t help but give a small laugh. “You’re the only one not afraid of me, huh?” Ruffling her hair, she glanced to Veronica now. “Ah, I figured that’s what happened.” While Lottie didn’t say the what, who, or where, but it seemed the other female assassin figured out the pear mystery as well.

Truth bursting into the room like he did, her eyes rolled, yet again. “God dammit, Truth.” She glanced to him now, one hand still on Reina’s shoulder and the other on her hip now. “It’s too fucking early to be screaming like that. Settle down, will you?”

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