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"That's slightly hypocritical coming from a family who dabbles in Voodoo." Willem said mildly, idly scanning Clair's from. It was dispassionate...disturbingly clinical. He turned to face Dante, a hand brushing Clair, smiling softly. "Not all that surprising. Deaths are everywhere, AMRO and everyone wants to know whose doing it. Thus, that's why everyone is here." Willem chuckled softly as Zidane arrived.
"Oof!"
Willem hit the ground. Hard. The Stein let out a grunt, feeling the weight of gravity crushing him to the ground. "Kneel." He hissed under his breath. The Stein bodyguards, bent over under the strain, fell to their knees. As the Laveau woman began screaming, he could only sigh in despair. "Stop being willfully stupid my dear. You're too smart for that. It's not any of the Bloodlines. No one possesses this power, and if there was we wouldn't be worried about each other we would be worried about them. Now, my intelligent little french heretic, tell me what organization posesses this power that we worry about constantly. Ding ding ding! That's right! It's AMRO! Judging from the powers being used, it's a Chrono, number 4, Reri. A childish girl with the powers of a God." Willem was fairly calm, as he was laying spread eagle on the floor.
Folami
"It's not that optimistic mo-aah!" Folami gave a startled cry as she was suddenly ripped from her senses of all the insects and forced to her knees. She snarled, trying to stand on her feet again. She may not be as prideful as her mother. But she still had pride herself, dammit. In an exercise of futility, she tried to stand until the Chrono released them all and sent the boat on it's way. "No need to show off that power now." She grumbled, rubbing a kink out of her neck.
Henry
The Patriarch of Queen Anne quickly kneeled as the Gravity increased, giving a bitter smile. "See? What'd I tell you. The tides change quickly." He slowly stood, watching as all the Asylums entered the boat. "Let the games begin then, eh?"
Lucas
"Fuck." He gasped, falling to his hands and knees. "How. Why. We haven't even done anything yet." He muttered as it seemed like his bones were going to smash into tiny pieces. When it finally raised, he stood to examine the Asylums walking in. His face darkened in hatred briefly as he saw Kiara and Maeve walked in. Mastering himself again, he began to walk towards his wife. There was plenty of time to interact with the other families. He didn't want to go swimming in shark infested waters until he was good and ready.
Arwen
"You're different from the other Kians."
The voice came from somewhere behind Samad. As he turned around, he would see a teenage girl with chocolate brown eyes and mocha skin staring at him curiously with her head tilted to the side, long black hair trailing down. "That's what Unky says at least. He says AMRO made you different. Not necessarily trustworthy, as AMRO doesn't like us either, but different. You don't hate us as much as the other Kian do. Or perhaps you just view us as beneath you." She pursed her lips in contemplation. "I don't think that's the answer though. You don't have the look of someone who thinks there above us."
Her eyes scanned his crossed hands, frowning in slight consternation as she looked at his partially concealed ring. "Hmm. I may be wrong. I hate being wrong." This was said largely to herself, before she brightened suddenly, smiling up at Samad. "Do you play card games?"
Samad blinks and debates on what to say, finally speaking in a neutral voice. "Not always a good idea to play with a tiger."
Arwen paused for a moment, uncertainty and fear crossing her face, a warning tingling in the back of her mind. She resolved herself, visibly squaring her shoulders before replying. "So you do play card games. You look miserable, like you could use something to distract yourself from being here. I have various cards on me. Magic, Pokémon, Yugi-Oh." She sighed in dismay. "Even the old fashioned boring poker and blackjack cards if you really insist."
Samad knew she wasn't going to allow him to slip back and melt into the background, his arms uncrossed and fell to his side. He sighed then gestured to a table. "I've never heard of the first three, but the last two I actually know. Though no funny business."
Maeve and Kiara
Maeve, still nursing her jaw, was looking for something to blow off steam. She couldn't take on the Air Jew and get her punch and kiss back, and she had to wait now that they were on the actual ship. Show of strength and all that. Come on you stupid four year old. Stop throwing a hissy fit. She thought, sulkily. You are acting the exact same way. [color=ed1c24][/i]Shut up and let me sulk.[/i]
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Maeve visibly perked up at the sound of Clair shouting. She grinned, as Kiara's face fell. Maeve don't... "Too late." With an alchemical leap and bound, Maeve landed surprisingly gently next the Laveau Matriarch. "Should I tell the Chrono your declaration?" She asked softly, with a predatory smile. "I'm sure she'll be reasonably pleased by your...what was it again. Ah yes! Declaration of war."
Her face suddenly hardened. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear." Her voice rose so that all could hear her. "AMRO sent us here to make sure none of you did anything stupid. That means murder attempts, betrayals, blackmails, declarations of war, or anything else you fuckers think you can try on each other while we're here. We have complete rights to stop you by any means necessary. Play nice or we will make you regret not playing nice."
Kiara was about to silently rebuke Maeve, adamantly not looking at the Peralta family, when she intercepted a telepathic message from someone, she wasn't sure who, to Angel. Her eyes widened in alarm, which quickly turned into anger as she saw Angel's reaction. Five bombs on the ship, and he's going to do nothing? she fumed, before sending out a message to the teams.
There are bombs on the ship. Five of them. We need to disable them before things go boom, and before the families find out. We don't want an all out panicked brawl breaking out.
"That's slightly hypocritical coming from a family who dabbles in Voodoo." Willem said mildly, idly scanning Clair's from. It was dispassionate...disturbingly clinical. He turned to face Dante, a hand brushing Clair, smiling softly. "Not all that surprising. Deaths are everywhere, AMRO and everyone wants to know whose doing it. Thus, that's why everyone is here." Willem chuckled softly as Zidane arrived.
"Oof!"
Willem hit the ground. Hard. The Stein let out a grunt, feeling the weight of gravity crushing him to the ground. "Kneel." He hissed under his breath. The Stein bodyguards, bent over under the strain, fell to their knees. As the Laveau woman began screaming, he could only sigh in despair. "Stop being willfully stupid my dear. You're too smart for that. It's not any of the Bloodlines. No one possesses this power, and if there was we wouldn't be worried about each other we would be worried about them. Now, my intelligent little french heretic, tell me what organization posesses this power that we worry about constantly. Ding ding ding! That's right! It's AMRO! Judging from the powers being used, it's a Chrono, number 4, Reri. A childish girl with the powers of a God." Willem was fairly calm, as he was laying spread eagle on the floor.
Folami
"It's not that optimistic mo-aah!" Folami gave a startled cry as she was suddenly ripped from her senses of all the insects and forced to her knees. She snarled, trying to stand on her feet again. She may not be as prideful as her mother. But she still had pride herself, dammit. In an exercise of futility, she tried to stand until the Chrono released them all and sent the boat on it's way. "No need to show off that power now." She grumbled, rubbing a kink out of her neck.
Henry
The Patriarch of Queen Anne quickly kneeled as the Gravity increased, giving a bitter smile. "See? What'd I tell you. The tides change quickly." He slowly stood, watching as all the Asylums entered the boat. "Let the games begin then, eh?"
Lucas
"Fuck." He gasped, falling to his hands and knees. "How. Why. We haven't even done anything yet." He muttered as it seemed like his bones were going to smash into tiny pieces. When it finally raised, he stood to examine the Asylums walking in. His face darkened in hatred briefly as he saw Kiara and Maeve walked in. Mastering himself again, he began to walk towards his wife. There was plenty of time to interact with the other families. He didn't want to go swimming in shark infested waters until he was good and ready.
Arwen
"You're different from the other Kians."
The voice came from somewhere behind Samad. As he turned around, he would see a teenage girl with chocolate brown eyes and mocha skin staring at him curiously with her head tilted to the side, long black hair trailing down. "That's what Unky says at least. He says AMRO made you different. Not necessarily trustworthy, as AMRO doesn't like us either, but different. You don't hate us as much as the other Kian do. Or perhaps you just view us as beneath you." She pursed her lips in contemplation. "I don't think that's the answer though. You don't have the look of someone who thinks there above us."
Her eyes scanned his crossed hands, frowning in slight consternation as she looked at his partially concealed ring. "Hmm. I may be wrong. I hate being wrong." This was said largely to herself, before she brightened suddenly, smiling up at Samad. "Do you play card games?"
Samad blinks and debates on what to say, finally speaking in a neutral voice. "Not always a good idea to play with a tiger."
Arwen paused for a moment, uncertainty and fear crossing her face, a warning tingling in the back of her mind. She resolved herself, visibly squaring her shoulders before replying. "So you do play card games. You look miserable, like you could use something to distract yourself from being here. I have various cards on me. Magic, Pokémon, Yugi-Oh." She sighed in dismay. "Even the old fashioned boring poker and blackjack cards if you really insist."
Samad knew she wasn't going to allow him to slip back and melt into the background, his arms uncrossed and fell to his side. He sighed then gestured to a table. "I've never heard of the first three, but the last two I actually know. Though no funny business."
Maeve and Kiara
Maeve, still nursing her jaw, was looking for something to blow off steam. She couldn't take on the Air Jew and get her punch and kiss back, and she had to wait now that they were on the actual ship. Show of strength and all that. Come on you stupid four year old. Stop throwing a hissy fit. She thought, sulkily. You are acting the exact same way. [color=ed1c24][/i]Shut up and let me sulk.[/i]
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Maeve visibly perked up at the sound of Clair shouting. She grinned, as Kiara's face fell. Maeve don't... "Too late." With an alchemical leap and bound, Maeve landed surprisingly gently next the Laveau Matriarch. "Should I tell the Chrono your declaration?" She asked softly, with a predatory smile. "I'm sure she'll be reasonably pleased by your...what was it again. Ah yes! Declaration of war."
Her face suddenly hardened. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear." Her voice rose so that all could hear her. "AMRO sent us here to make sure none of you did anything stupid. That means murder attempts, betrayals, blackmails, declarations of war, or anything else you fuckers think you can try on each other while we're here. We have complete rights to stop you by any means necessary. Play nice or we will make you regret not playing nice."
Kiara was about to silently rebuke Maeve, adamantly not looking at the Peralta family, when she intercepted a telepathic message from someone, she wasn't sure who, to Angel. Her eyes widened in alarm, which quickly turned into anger as she saw Angel's reaction. Five bombs on the ship, and he's going to do nothing? she fumed, before sending out a message to the teams.
There are bombs on the ship. Five of them. We need to disable them before things go boom, and before the families find out. We don't want an all out panicked brawl breaking out.
