[centre][h1][b][color=ed1c24]Oswald[/color] and [color=598527]Darius[/color] Crowley[/b][/h1][/centre]


[color=ed1c24]Blood mingled with rainwater as Oswald's fist crashed into the stranger's face.

"Bloody bastard!" he shouted as the would-be thief crumpled to the filth-covered ground. Oswald kicked the prone form, a savage joy filling him with each blow. "Gonna steal from us? Gonna try and pull one over on Oswald Crowley?" He yanked a knife from his boot and held it up to the panicked youth's face. "Two kindsa thieves in this world, mate - good ones and dead ones. You ain't the first, maybe you better be the last."
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[color=598527]"Forget him, Oswald. we have places to be." Darius said loudly, watching the spectacle nonchalantly from a few feet away.[/color]

[color=ed1c24]Oswald straightened his back and let the mewling pickpocket collapse into a puddle. "You're lucky me bruv's such a softie, mate. You get to keep your innards... in."

He turned back to where his brother was standing in the rain. "Bruv, I still think this is a waste of bloody time. We got a good thing going back 'ome, we don't need to throw it for the dead men who pressed us into a job two years ago."[/color]

[color=1a7b30]Darius regarded his brother coolly. "No, Oswald, this is not a 'waste of bloody time'. We could get something out of it."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"We got money, bruv. Not like the rich-tits in their ivory palaces, not like the kings and princes, but... we got enough. We got a life. You remember those guys, don't you? The ones who didn't die? They're cracked, the whole bloody bunch of 'em."

The man writhing on the ground attempted to gasp out a plea, and Oswald kicked him disinterestedly. "Shaddup. Well, Darius? What've the Seraphs got that you're lookin' for?"
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[color=1a7b30]"Maybe I want to live to in an ivory palace, or an ivory tower, or whatever. I want to be on top of the food chain, you know, for once."

Without looking away from his brother, Darius shot out four bolts of frost with two gestures of his gloved hands, freezing the man to the ground by his arms and legs.
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[color=ed1c24]Oswald spared a dispassionate glance at the man now frozen to the ground, utterly accustomed to his brother's casual use of his powers. "See what you get, prick? Have fun thawin."

He turned and began to walk away, gesturing Darius to follow him through the rain. "Oh, it's the money now, Darius? You always did know the way to your brother's heart. Alright, we'll say you're in this for the money, not your bloody 'principles.' Where we gonna get that money? Does it fall out of Ninran ribcages when you stab 'em?" 

He spared a glance at the knife in his hand and was taken back two years, to when a similar blade was clutched in his hand, slicing Ninran flesh. The air stank of powder and magic and blood as he stabbed and shot and punched and kicked, broke arms and legs, slit throats, smashed faces. His brother had been beside him then, as ever, slinging frostbolts from both gloves as foes froze and shattered around them.

The Ninrans thought they'd sent more than enough men to kill two junior members of the Seraphs. They had been wrong.

Oswald shook his head, sending rainwater spilling to the floor. It'd been a long time ago.
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[color=1a7b30]"Well, Oswald, when we split two years ago we planned to get revenge. Revenge on a kingdom, yeah? When it's done, we can sneak our way to the treasury and get some coins. And gold." Darius smiled knowingly at his brother, well aware he was hitting a weak spot.[/color]

[color=ed1c24]Oswald paused for a moment. "... I like gold. It's somethin' I'm rather fond of."
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[color=ed1c24]The thug sighed and kicked a puddle. "Alright, bruv, we'll go to the meeting, but don't tell me I don't never do nothing for ya." Sheathing the knife back to his boot, he cast a glance around the street. "Alright, you're the smart one, you solved the bloody riddle of where we were meant to go. Take me there."[/color]

[color=1a7b30]Darius looked at his brother askance. "Wait... I thought you knew where to go? Because I don't have a bloody clue." [/color]

[color=ed1c24]Oswald rubbed his brow. "It is mad that people think you're the smart one. Uh, we had a password to say, right? Something about some King? Nemamemay... something? You're the one what reads."[/color]

[color=1a7b30]"Oh, yes, that's the password. 'I'm looking for the room of Lord Nemamemiah.' Reference to the history of the order, I think. That's the one, Oswald."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]The thug scratched the top of his head and looked up at the rainy night sky. "Town can't have too many inns. I saw one not to far. How about you go in and say the password, and I'll stay back and look all tough in case we got it wrong?"
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[color=1a7b30]Darius nodded at his brother and walked ahead. "Okay." 

It didn't take long to reach his destination, and Darius walked into the inn and made his way to the bartender. "Hello, I'm looking for the room of Lord Nemamemiah."

The bartender rolled his eyes and replied. "Oh, yes, right this way." Darius turned to call his brother into the inn and they followed the bartender to the meeting room.  

The brothers entered the room to behold the gazes of all present looking at them. Darius grinned as he saw them. "Hello, the Crowleys are here! And you alls thought we wasn't gonna show." 
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[color=ed1c24]Oswald rolled his shoulders slightly and leaned against the wall. "Hullo, angels. Miss us? We wasn't gonna show, but me bruv and I just couldn't stand the thought of abandonin' all you... charming blokes."

The criminal grinned and began twirling a knife between his fingers. "Well, we sill missing anyone, or can we get to business?"[/color]