[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]

[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.

[bywolves]

And I assume you conveniently have no idea who it was that took it. Provided you're not lying.

[devoutish]

[He very well might be. But in the end, it doesn't matter much - whatever the reason is, it isn't here.]

Yeah, it's a shame. What do you think, Royce? Shall we send him off with something to remember us by?

[They'd already talked about not killing him, or giving him any injuries that could lead to his death - no wounds that would get infected, or that would prevent him from traveling. But that doesn't mean they can't give him a black eye or a hard punch to the gut.]

[exequies]

[The threat only makes him huff faintly in amusement. He glances through his still messy bangs at Royce, flashing him a smile that's all teeth.]

Better make it unique.

[The scar that traverses his cheek, across his nose and over his left eyelid should still be obvious enough.]

[bywolves]

Mm. Yes. I think so. [ Royce moves just enough to give Alfie enough room. ] You're welcome to do the honors, Solomons.

[devoutish]

[He bends, getting his face very close to the Undertaker's, trusting that Royce will keep his arms back.]

Honestly, mate - honestly. You are not worth creativity.

[And then he aims a solid punch at the center of his face.]

[exequies]

[He'd forgotten how much it hurt to be punched. Undertaker feels a pop in his nose, pain blossoming throughout both it, the divot between his brows, and one side of his cheek. Instantly, a red trickle stains his upper lip from one nostril as he squeezes his eyes closed.

But he still doesn't make a pained noise, other than a few huffs between his teeth. After a few seconds he even manages to chuckle again.]

If you say so.