[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

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Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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[exequies]

[Royce successfully pulls him down, but Undertaker hasn't lived as long as he has from sheer luck alone. He fights dirty, using every trick he can to get the upper hand. It's difficult when he's fighting two on one, but not impossible.

Even if he's pulled down, he grapples for Royce's stabbing hand and next attempts a headbutt and a kick back towards Alfie. The heels on his boots aren't terribly sharp but they still pack more pain than a flat-footed shoe.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is also a dirty fighter, which is why when Undertaker tries to grab at his stabbing hand, Royce just goes ahead and bites him. His hand, specifically, the one that's trying to grab for his shiv. ]

[devoutish]

[Bless you, Royce. Alfie dodges the kick, but clumsily, and he stumbles. He steps back quickly to get his bearings, out of kicking range, so that his off-balance can't be taken advantage of.]

[exequies]

[The bite definitely makes him flinch a bit and release his grip, but not before he shoves back and attempts to roll them both. He's looking to break away at the first opportunity.]

[bywolves]

[ The two of them roll, and Royce growls, trying to re-position his shiv to get it to go through some part of Undertaker. Whether or not he manages, though, is really up in the air, with how much they're moving about. Royce is determined to try and keep Undertaker on the ground, to climb over him and straddle-pin him right down into the floor, but the dude is wily and Royce off balance. ]

[devoutish]

Royce--

[He doesn't like the two of them rolling around on the floor like this; it makes him nervous. He steps on one of the Undertaker's shoulders to try to keep him down, and while at the same time offering Royce a hand to help him up.]

[exequies]

[The shiv does nick him at the edge of his chest as he tries to deflect it. Nothing more than a surface cut, but Royce does get to draw first blood.

His hand still clenches onto his wrist to force it as far away from him as he can, grunting as his opposite shoulder's stepped on and forced down. The same hand reaches into his sleeve and extracts a razor blade from somewhere within it, before he gives a slash at Alfie's calf. It's unlikely to reach far given how he's pinned, but it might nick him.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce hisses when the Undertaker pulls out that blade - he sees the glint of the metal and pushes Alfie's hand away to make sure the blade doesn't get at any of his fingers, but it may very well still hit Alfie's leg.

In any case, he's going to go ahead and try to sit on the Undertaker's other arm, the one Alfie doesn't have pinned, and wrestle away that blade. ]

[devoutish]

[It catches his pants, leaving a little slice, and he feels the cool kiss of the blade against his bare skin. But it doesn't hurt, and he knows that it's given him nothing more than a tiny cut or scrape, if that.]

You're making a fucking fool of yourself, Untertaker.

[exequies]

[It's true that he's not performing to his usual level of tactics. He'll gladly blame the state they're all in for that--the urge to run and hide is tampering with his decision making.

But he at least realizes that struggling further isn't going to get him anywhere. He's still tense, having been disarmed of most of his weapons.]

It's a shame we don't seem to see eye-to-eye.

[bywolves]

[ Royce scowls down at him. ]

It's a shame you refused to cooperate to begin with.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah.

[He's cheerfully agreeing with both of them, as he forcibly subdues the Undertaker.]

Where are the pills?

[exequies]

I already traded them.

[It's a lie, of course. But he's determined not to let them rob him of everything he has.]

But shouldn't you two be more worried about the row we've been making?

[bywolves]

I'm not worried. Are you worried, Solomons?

[devoutish]

Not at all, Royce. I don't think there's anybody here who's gonna be on this man's side.

[exequies]

[Rather than show any fear, Undertaker lets out a faint giggle.]

You say that, but you feel it too don't you? Both your eyes are the same as mine.

[bywolves]

[ Royce casually twists the arm he's got in his grip to an unnatural angle - not enough to break, but getting there. ]

You should be worried that you've managed to get people who should be on your side against you.

[devoutish]

We're not talking about the eyes.

[He starts patting down the Undertaker's sides now, still searching.]

This has nothing to do with that.

[exequies]

[The twist makes the corners of his eyes crease in a not-quite wince. He doesn't make a sound of pain however, his tolerance far too high. There's the bat still holstered beneath his coat, but the pills are secured and tied into the insides of his large sleeves.]

You don't care that we're being hunted? That's awfully short-sighted of you.

[bywolves]

[ He keeps his hold on the Undertaker's arm, and gestures for Alfie to look in the sleeves of his coat. ]

Don't know where you got that idea. [ Royce hums. ] We're plenty prepared for being hunted.

[devoutish]

[Alfie tuts.]

He thinks because we're not worried about him, we're not worried about anything.

[exequies]

Don't put words in my mouth. I just think you're wasting your time.

[bywolves]

Do you think getting back what's yours is a waste of time, Solomons? [ Royce asks mildly, taking it upon himself to search the sleeve of the arm he's got for the pills. ]

[devoutish]

Not in the least, no.

[But it's looking like he doesn't have the pills on him now, which is disappointing.]

We may need to collect the pills some other time - he seems to have left them behind. Or maybe somebody else stole them, eh? Did somebody steal your pack, Undertaker?

[exequies]

[The response instantly strikes him as suspicious. Is he being let off? But if given an opening, he's going to take it and not look too closely at the reasons for it. Not now, at least.

So long as he can get away.]

Some bloody bloke nicked it when I wasn't paying attention.