Blood is thicker than water ( EB part 5 )

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@disqus_eqavLvmRDA a year ago
I wanted to make a joke about Gregoire about how he's such a weaselly piece of shit so I was looking for a picture of this very specific weasel from a movie I used to love when I was little. APPARENTLY NOBODY HAS PUT UP A PICTURE OF THAT PARTICULAR OR I CAN'T SEARCH FOR SHIT CAUSE HE AIN'T NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. Like how has nobody seen this weasel before. He looks so goddamn skeevy it's beautiful...
SOOOOOOoooo In light of this terrible news, I'll just have to use a silly picture of a Polar bear instead.
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With that out of the way, on with the Roleplay!
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The Fox • a year ago
" } No no, It's nothing you'd like. { "
Gregoire stepped behind Lewis and let him go ahead. The shadowy hallway swallowed the both of them as the smell of flowers tempted them forward. It lead on in a slight incline for a tense minute, the sounds of footsteps the only thing with them in the dark. Gregoire's energy was getting more and more excited in contrast to his false sympathetic calm.
Soon enough though, a dim light began to entered the tunnel. On the ground was the Silver Line itself and sure enough, they were there.
Bodies, unconscious or other, lay on the bountiful sofas and lounges all around them. The smell of Opium, a thick flowery scent, hung heavy in smoke that filled the air. All around them was sophisticated get up, a highly thought out decor that only Peverell could afford.
The bartender, a sturdy looking fellow, eyed Lewis for a split second before delivering a bottle of cognac to a nearby smoker.
Gregoire stepped in front of Lewis with a sly smile.
" } Beautiful, isn't it? It's hard to believe that a den could look so nice. { "
He waved Weir forward with a grin.
" } Come, let's get you settled in. I'll make sure you're treated well. { "
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Jekyll1886  The Fox • a year ago
Between the soft light and the familiar smell of opium, Weir's pupils had dilated a bit by the time Gregoire stepped in front of him.
The den around them was indeed opulent, particularly compared to several others Lewis had seen before.
"[Oh]," he said, seemingly half to himself, as he took in the sight. "[I could get used to this.]"
He walked forward at Gregoire's urging, gait still uneven.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
Gregoire lead him past the main room and to the upper left corner. There, they entered another hallway, this time with small lights guiding the way, with rooms lining both sides. Each had silken drapes across the entrance as their occupants lounged around their hedonistic tools in various states of pleasure.
Richard's energy drew closer with each step until it was directly beside them in a suite of sorts. He was laughed and flirting with the women with him, distracted for the moment.
Gregoire hid a sneer while he pulled Lewis across the corner down another hallway. Eventually, they ended up in the store room. It was smaller then one would expect for such an establishment but it made up for that with its plentiful storage, from crates and shelves worth of drugs to hooks and holds to keep hookahs and bongs organized.
Nobody was present at the moment much to Gregoire's delight.
Swift as a whip, he unsheathed a blade and held it against Weir's throat, his hands taking hold his hair. The weaselly man whispered into his ear.
" } Now then...About that money you have... { "
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Jekyll1886  The Fox • a year ago • edited
Lewis played the part of the surprised addict, even going so far as to look as if it took him a moment to process things before registering the knife at his neck.
"[I said I could pay!]" he cried out in seeming surprise and shock. "[I'm not lying, I swear! Please don't kill me!]" His voice rapidly went up in both pitch and volume as he pleaded with Gregoire, its desperate alarm unmistakable.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
" } Keep quiet! { "
He pressed the knife closer to his throat with a hiss.
" } I'll let you go so long as you drop everything you have RIGHT NOW. { "
A shuffling could be heard behind them. He looked down the hall with a curse.
" } Dammit... { "
Gregoire let go of Weir's hair and took his arm instead. He gave a rough push.
" } Start moving to the back of the room. We'll have better privacy... { "
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Jekyll1886  The Fox • a year ago • edited
"[I will, I will--please just don't kill me!]" said Lewis at normal, rather than extremely loud, volume. He complied with Gregoire's directive to move toward the rear of the room. Weir walked with unsteady gait, his frame atremble--though whether from withdrawal, fear, or both, it was hard to say.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
The lackey kept his grip till they reach the back of the room. He looked around the place before letting Lewis go.
" } Now empty your pockets. { "
The knife pressed against Lewis's throat as Gregoire glanced behind them, making sure noone was coming.
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Jekyll1886  The Fox • a year ago • edited
Lewis reached into his right-hand pocket, given that Gregoire currently held his left upper arm. The jingle of coins was unmistakable, the pocket itself bulging.
All at once, Weir flung the change at Gregoire's face as fast and hard as he could.
When Gregoire reacted by trying to grab the many coins, it meant the knife slipped from Lewis's neck and his arm was freed.
Taking advantage of Gregoire's distraction, Weir wasted no time. With a swift blow from his left elbow, he impacted Gregoire solidly under the chin, the move designed to throw Peverell's man off balance--and hopefully catch him by enough surprise that he let go of the knife. A split-second later, Lewis threw a right-hand punch--hard--hitting Gregoire's now-exposed throat.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited
First there was the money, the sweet, sweet francs that he sought.
He turned last minute to see them flying at his face. Without thinking, he reached up to catch them. Who'd have thought the man was loaded!
Next was the pain.
The ground slide from beneath his feet as Gregoire keeled over. The knife hit the floor with a clatter, leaving the thief unarmed. He tried to right himself when the punch landed on his throat.
A harsh choke followed and the man collapsed on the ground, coughing up a hoarse retort.
" }ffF*ck ME{ "
With a wheeze, he went to trip Lewis with a swift shift of his foot.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
( SKI-BI DIBBY DIB YO DA DUB DUB
YO DA DUB DUB
SKI-BI DIBBY DIB YO DA DUB DUB
YO DA DUB DUB )
First there was the money, the sweet, sweet francs that he sought.
He turned last minute to see them flying at his face. Without thinking, 
he reached up to catch them. Who'd have thought the man was loaded!
Next was the pain.
The ground slide from beneath his feet as Gregoire keeled over. The knife hit the floor with a clatter, leaving the thief unarmed. He tried to 
right himself when the punch landed on his throat.
A harsh choke followed and the man collapsed on the ground, coughing up a hoarse retort.
" }ffF*ck ME{ "
With a wheeze, he went to trip Lewis with a swift shift of his foot.
( BA-DA-BA-DA-BA-BE BOP BOP BODDA BOPE
BOP BA BODDA BOPE
BE BOP BA BODDA BOPE )
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Jekyll1886  The Fox • a year ago
Lewis hopped up and forward, avoiding the foot. He landed squarely on Gregoire's solar plexus, Weir's full weight working in tandem with gravity to strengthen the impact.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
All breath left Gregoire.
He looked up at Weir with something of a rueful smile. It looked like he wanted say something but couldn't take in enough air to do so. Instead, he tried to reach into his pockets for something, or rather, pretend to do so.
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Jekyll1886  The Fox • a year ago • edited
This earned Gregoire a swift stomp to the face, proceeded by a quick kick to the side of the head. Weir was not about to let anyone draw a gun if he could help it--not after all that mess with Hawley.
Lewis cast a look at the now-unconscious would-have-been robber.
You, my loathsome Gregoire, are very lucky Utterson said to keep things on the up and up.
...
Relatively speaking, I suppose.
He kept an ear out for the sounds of anyone coming.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
For a split second, everything seemed to slow for the lackey. Gregoire stared up at the boot heel with only one thought in mind.
Perhaps he should have just done his job and come by himself...
There no time to ponder the thought since he had no mind to ponder anything the second after.
No one seemed to be coming to investigate, though "Elodie" and "Jeannine" were snooping around on the other side of the building.
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Jekyll1886  The Fox • a year ago
Lewis dragged Gregoire out of sight behind a tall shelf.
Next, he located a crate of opium, set it next to Gregoire's unconscious form, and smeared the latter's hands in the box's contents. Weir also took a pipe from storage, filled it using a spoon he'd found next to it, and lighted the whole affair using supplies he'd found nearby.
Once the opium had burned enough, he set the pipe aside and slid the pipe, spoon, matches, and matchbox through Gregoire's hands so there'd be opium residue on them, too.
He repositioned Gregoire facedown, as if he'd fallen and hit his head on the corner of a large crate close by, placing the pipe beneath him for realism.
Weir gave him another kick--this one to the back of the head, where the hair would obscure it--to make doubly sure Gregoire wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.
This done, Lewis quickly picked up and pocketed the coins he'd scattered, making sure he found every last one.
He exited the storeroom, closing the door behind him, and concentrated on Enfield's energy.
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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
Richard's energy was now deeply in entrenched in a drug induced lull. He was still conscious, still laughing and joking, but clearly threading the line. His high was coming into full effect, mild hallucinations playing in his mind while any and all anxiety seemed to leave him.
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Jekyll1886  The Fox • a year ago
Lewis made certain to keep tabs on Enfield's energy. If Richard took a turn for the worse, Weir would fly back and tend to him.
In the meantime, Lewis couldn't help but be curious what Desirae and her companion were up to. Doing his best to avoid attention, he made his way toward them.
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Tairais • a year ago
(( I am literally only posting to say that seeing THIS
At going on two o'clock in the morning was, quite simply, the most frightening encounter I've had all week, and that's including the unfortunate incident when I saw my own reflection and forgot that I'd gotten a haircut!
It's appreciated, due to the fact I am actively avoiding sleep ))
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