got a hold on me / capture

[BUBONICPLAGUE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]sunhaven, while bubonicplague had no interest in it whatsoever, had at the very least been somewhat pleasant before. when jericho was leader, he'd heard it was quite a nice place. good people, plenty of shops, a mere trading village living on the water. the demon would never have joined, but the idea of it was nice. perhaps if he'd ever retired or simply pulled a bast, he would've gone there, because the bahamas were ass to get to.

ah, but the little trading clan had taken a wild turn with that crazy bitch marina as leader. sure, with the false accusations, they had a right to be mad, but christ they got their panties in a twist. so out of pure spite and annoyance, the wolf had paid them a visit, and snatched one of their members. he'd probably get a scolding from the little twat of a leader he had, but hey, at least he had fun. wasn't that always the goal?

in truth, bubonicplague had no intentions to hurt his little prize. once he got him he really wasn't sure what to do next, and torture or death was something he just couldn't find appeal in then. if the little man just up and bolted as soon as bub dropped him, then, well, what could you do? he wasn't so attached that he was gonna chase his ass down. the dire wolf lumbered into the observatory and dropped his catch on the cold floor before slumping down as well. "home sweet home."

[member=124]pierce[/member]

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

[size=8pt]tags - plotting - reference

the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old

physically varies
easy to piss off

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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tracking until pierce replies!

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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[W]isker

[MOONMADE]

[size=9pt]There really weren’t any questions to ask when Moon saw Bub dragging a comatose body past the border. He assumed it was a capture from the moment he laid eyes on the poor unfortunate soul in Bub’s grip, and his suspicions were confirmed when he dropped him to the floor and promptly settled down by his side, because if theres one thing Moon knew, it was that there wasn’t a chance in Hell that body would’ve made it to the Observatory, had the wolf intended on eating him.

With pursed lips and a gently pinched gaze, the battered and bruised lion gradually makes his way towards the pair, looking uncharacteristically solemn. As he approaches, the scent of Sunhaven washes over him, and with it comes conflicting emotions. He fucking hates them. Sunhaven were a clan lead by two melodramatic psychopaths, and what they’d done the past few weeks left Moon drooling at the thought of their gravestones. The Clan as a whole, though? There was no reason to detest them the same way, even if part of him wanted to. He only knew the few that’d turned up at the raid, and this wasn’t one, so he’d show some self control, and he’d be what that bitch Marina wasn’t.

Or, at least, he’d manage not to take the serval in his grasp and beat the living daylights out of him.

Instead, he starts forward, nudges the Sunhavener’s head with his tail gruffly. When he speaks, his words are blank; nothing cold, but nothing kind, either. ”Rise and shine, sweetheart.” He says, ”Don’t wanna’ leave us waiting. Patience is a virtue we don’t got much of.”

/mobile + this is a Mess

[EROS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]His eyes widened, gaze becoming nervous and unsure as he stared forth at the scene before him. He didn't know if he should be here as he slowly pushed himself up against a far wall. He'd watched as the male brought in someone, the scent familiar in his nostrils as non other than Sunhaven. Squeezing his eyes shut he hoped that they didn't harm the other at least not like they did in the Pitt. He remembered standing up to another slave and saving a Tangler from Tsuyu's grasp something that still haunted him to this day. Blood spilling on the floor, ice piercing flesh. The sound of bones breaking and he had to squeeze his eyes shut before he could possible freak out. His stomach felt twisted in notes but he couldn't make himself do anything else but sit there. His legs didn't feel like they would move him away from the area and thus he didn't. All he could do was watch and wait, his mind lapsing a bit into that role he knew so well. Don't speak unless spoken too. Not here to be heard. Long ears pulled back against his skull as he lowered his head a bit and kept his eyes on his paws. He also cared about not smelling the blood and actually being able to keep himself under control as well.

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

[size=8pt]tags - plotting - reference

the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old

physically varies
easy to piss off

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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"God, keep your fuckin' emotions under control. Your fear scent is driving me crazy." Onision grumbled from behind Valkyr, idly stopping to glance at the ex-slave through cold eyes before walking past him, his tail waving in annoyance.

When he reached their prisoner, Bub, and Moon, Oni sat down to watch silently. His eyes held no glee over this, merely watching, listening, to the thrumming of a heartbeat. He was still alive, how great. The were-vampire wanted to just punch the son of a bitch Sunhavenner, to get revenge for their damn metal-armed fuck-face taking his fellow Mikaelson. Taking Moon's son.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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[W]isker

[PIERCE]

//sksksks i’m sleep deprived so this fucking sucks soRRY && mobile

☁ Christ, his head hurt. The lump of sandy fur at Bubonicplague’s paws stirred slightly, a soft groan escaping Pierce’s jaws as he blinked open honey eyes. He was still for just half a second more, cloudy mind clearing rapidly as he blinked the grogginess out of his eyes. Voices, there were voices. The serval tensed as the scent of the Ascendants registered in his mind, scrambling up into a less vulnerable position as his breathing became heavier, his heart beginning to hammer almost immediately. He hadn’t been involved very much with the drama between  Sunhaven and their former ally that was the Ascendants. He’d only been there two or three times, the last time being the time when he accompanied Buckingham and Marina to speak with Bastilleprisoner. After that, everything went to shit - how, he wasn’t entirely sure -, and next thing he knew, they were pronounced enemies and Bucky was launching a raid on the other clan. It had all been too much for him, with his responsibilities with the clan and personal issues combined, so he’d blocked it all out. When his mental health started on its  downward spiral, he had stepped down from Goldenblood and isolated himself from the rest of the clan, to tend to his home and busy himself with painting and flower-picking and all those artsy little “Pierce” things. He’d been entirely oblivious to all the goings-ons in the clan, and, apparently, his own surroundings, which was how he’d gotten himself into this mess.

Pierce wasn’t weak. Not emotionally, and certainly not physically. He had been trained for months in the art of stealth and observance and had been in enough battles, raids, and wars to know to be aware of his surroundings, and how to defend himself. The only explanation he could come up with for his current situation was that he was rusty. He was a dad now, and had been dedicating the majority of his time to his daughter and his artwork.

As his vision cleared, the former Goldenblood looked over those around him, surrounding him. Even if he wanted to run for it - which he was a bit too careful to do -, he couldn’t. "W-woah there, g-g-guys," Pierce managed to force out, chest tight and words coming out rather broken up. He hated the way his voice sounded, hated it, how high and shaky it got whenever threatened, and no matter what. It’d been like that for over a year now, after the incident that had left him with the large brand on his shoulder, his stutter emerging only when he needed to sound strong and assertive and not like himself at all. The quiver in his voice was a sign of weakness, and he was not weak, but there was no avoiding it. "You- you don’t w-wanna hurt me, d-do you? I h-have a daughter at home. A little g-girl. She- she’s all alone.” What would Clementine think, waking up to an empty home? Would she assume he had left her again? Surely, these people would understand a child’s need for their parent, right? They were enemies with Sunhaven, but they were still supposed to be good people- well, not according to the higher-ups in his clan, but they were a passive clan, last he checked, and the people he’d met from here had been pretty nice. "Please," he went on, trying not to think of the glint of a previous captor’s blade or the heat of the branding iron right by his skin as he addressed Moonmade and Bub. He could feel the tears that stung his eyes now, threatening to spill down scarred cheeks.  "I’ve n-never done anything to any of you g-guys, I s-s-swear." He’d never even thought of it. He’d never liked Bucky much, and hadn’t it just been that one Ascendant girl to attack him?  Though- hadn’t someone from their clan killed a vendor in Sunhaven? Or maybe that had been the Typhoon or the Pitt or something- his memory really was getting bad.

"speech"

[FUBUKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Capture felt like a grey area within Ren's mind, one that he didn't really want to tangle with until a clear villain within Sunhaven was revealed. Was it their leader, who justified the capture of a child and refused to reason? Was it 'Bucky', who stood on trial for murder and tried to prove his innocence by further harming the Ascendants? Or was it this creature, who sat with so much anxiety that  a twinge of guilt perked within the feline's heart. He didn't know them, didn't know if they were capable of turning aforementioned Sunhavener's actions into angelic ones in comparisons, all he could see in the present was someone who probably didn't belong under Bub's paw. "A kid of ours is all alone in your group as we speak,". An eye for an eye could never be justified, but perhaps a deal could be struck, Pierce for Har. The less he had to look at the sorry face, the better. A couple of slow blinks later, the feline turned his head, catching the glare at Onision gave Valkyr and the sha creature himself. Normally he would've ignored it and talked to the newcomer about it later, but Valk looked just as frightened as the captive.

There may have been confusion on whether or not it was wrong to help the serval, there was no such dilemma when it came to the clanmate. Slowly he approached, steps quiet but not totally silent as to not spook the former slave. If close enough, Ren would hope to give the softest possible poke with his paw that he could give to Valkyr, wearing a small albeit sympathetic smile. Captivity was terrifying, he totally got it. "Want to go somewhere else? I can teach you about coffee beans," he offered, presuming the other would want something to take his mind off of this.

[BABY —]

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PINK RIBBON SCARS

THAT NEVER FORGET. I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO C L E A N S E THESE REGRETS.

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There was always two sides to a story.

On one hand, this was an enemy. No matter who he was, he was a member of Sunhaven and therefore a threat to the wellbeing of the Ascendants. The group had raided the observatory in the dead of night not too long ago; who was to say that they weren't planning a rescue raid at this very moment? Perhaps he deserved to get struck down now, just so that his friends had nobody to save.

On the other hand, however, this man was not a murderous beast like the Sunhaveners had been portrayed as. He wasn't cursing their name or engaging in an attack; in fact, he was crying. He had claimed that he had "never hurt them." And perhaps that was true, but as a member of Sunhaven, he indirectly had.

So, which side to choose?

His claws had dug into the ground, almost kneading and flexing as he processed his thoughts. He was more conflicted about this matter than he intended to be. He seemed to be conflicted about a lot of things these days. Before he could even answer the question for himself, Ren had piped up and offered to take the captive somewhere else. He was showing him kindness instead of putting him through pain like Bubonicplague had originally intended. The lion quietly looked up to Moon and the others, curious to see what their reactions would be to this bold offer.

[MOONMADE]

[size=9pt]With such a severe lack of apathy, Moon settles before Pierce and watches as tears spills from the Sunhaveners eyes, and in all the serval's blubbering and begging, the lion can only think of Harland, tight in Buckingham's jaws as the cyborg scumbag fled through the Observatory doors. There's a stutter to the stranger's words, now, and as Moon watches the glassy wetness of his eyes  not an ounce of him feels pity. How fucking unfair was the World that this guy got to sit here as sob over his kid, back in the safe confines of her own home, and Moon had to live with the knowledge that his own was off somewhere foreign, somewhere dangerous, and there was nothing he could do about it?

It gets to the point where bile genuinely starts to rise in his throat, and, mid 'I've never done anything to you guys--', Moon breaks. "Stop." He groans, eyes shut and head tilted back. "Just-- just shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear it.""

When silence falls, he breathes. He thinks. He runs things over in his head and tries to ease the urge to make an orphan out of Pierce's daughter. After a stretch of silence, the lion drags a paw down his fatigued face and speaks again. "We're not going to hurt you." He says, and if that gives Pierce some hope, his next words are sure to kill it. "But we're not letting you go, either. You're staying here 'till I get Harland back. Or 'till your merchant ass turns to dust. It's up to your manic bitch of a leader."

[BUBONICPLAGUE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]blubbering and crying, just as soon as the serval woke. it grated on his ears just as much as it did moon's; he hated hearing people cry, crying for mercy when he'd hardly laid a claw on them yet. all he'd done was snatch the poor guy from his home and drop him here, no further harm. why was he crying so soon?

the dire wolf crossed his paws and simply remained silent, blind eyes only settling on pierce and moon. he chose to ignore the presence and quiet conversation between valkyr and ren, hardly acknowledging titan, before a sigh heaved from the beast. moon spoke before him, voicing that no harm would come to the havener, which bubonicplague had intended from the start. he flexed his claws idly. "or the psychotic metal-armed asshole that took him in the first place." what was the deal with that, anyway? what was going through bucky's mind when hed stolen harland away from his home? what, as if sunhaven was better than the ascendants, with marina and him on top. if the damn trading village would stop trying to play conqueror, perhaps har would have a safer life. he wasn't getting that now.

bub stretched his legs out and grunted in exasperation. "quit crying. if moon didn't make it clear enough, no one will hurt you." he paused, twitched an ear. where was that oni kid right about now? he needed an excuse to glare at someone; he seemed like the type to hurt a prisoner without permission. "if they do, i'll have their ass mounted on my wall." he reached out a paw and patted pierce's back somewhat roughly. great comfort.