snowblindrpg | [log] this time it's NOT a bunker mingle [closed]

Characters: Buildings 320 and 317
Date: 410 evening for the former, 413 morning onwards for the latter
Summary: A pair of dads crash the least kidnappy kidnapping ever. Angel wakes up from a nap. Bester is cute af probably.
Warnings: Subject lines!

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320: A normal-looking house with a living room, two bedrooms, kitchen, and bathroom. The attic is covered in nails hammered violently and haphazardly, making traversing it difficult. Step back, and it's clear the nails are hammered into symbols of the prophet. There are faint scuff marks like the nails were pulled out at some point, but the nails are undoubtedly still hammered in. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME." is written on one of the walls.

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317: Judging from the outside, this was definitely a house, but going inside, it seems to have been converted into something like an infirmary. There are a lot of metal tables neatly arranged in the living room and kitchen, and the bedroom has a mattress lightly-stained with blood: it seems like someone at least tried to clean the thing up as best they could, and even flipped it over so the cleaner side is on top. The toilet and shower still work: the shower even has hot water. Makeshift shelves have been attached to one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC." is written on the wall.

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Yeah, I know you.

[ Squalo says, sort of de-lurking from under cover, however he's still clenching the crowbar because HA HA you never know what to expect from the people you know around here. Also, they're not exactly friends. ]

[ He glowers at Angel a little bit. ]

Nobody's setting anyone on anyone. They barged into his territory.

[Crisis averted-- the liger somehow is distracted by that toy, and will likely continue to be for as long as it doesn't break.

Or, maybe it's not all good just yet, as those who've been talking will soon have a barrage of pretty much everything that could be taken from the previous room thrown at them. They might want to dodge that.]

... Bester's...?

[Look, Xanxus finally decided to show up! And is.. kind of judging that latest claim there because if anyone's going to own whatever place they're staying at, it's not his weapon. It's him.

... Well, and it's noisy out here.]

[ god damn it, you angry toddler. ]

Fine, ours. Our territory. Your highness.

[ GOOD THING SQUALO'S GOT YEARS OF EXPERIENCE OF DODGING FURNITURE AND HOUSEHOLD ITEMS THROWN BY XANXUS HUH. ]

[~~Ah. And Squalo had been the loudest one. Damn.~~

The good news is he's satisfied with that correction. Although, it doesn't really seem like it? It takes knowing him well to notice the slight change in his mood. He's not any less annoyed-- his anger's just targeted at one less thing.

~~Wait, no, that's bad news, isn't it?~~]

[Enoch is still on edge from Bester's threat. And now there's an actual attack happening, it seems. Enoch once again instinctively covers Beckett for the space of one projectile or two, pulling a pair of tennis rackets from his makeshift sash to act as utterly ridiculous shields. They manage to hold, unless he throws something really heavy.

Guess what? Enoch has never seen Xanxus do this, ever.]

What are you doing!?

[And to think his throat was already not doing so well...it's at this point his rescue instinct switches to Angel and he rushes to defend her as well, motioning for Beckett to follow if he wasn't already doing the same.

Way to keep it stupid.]

Oh my god stop, he does this all the time. Just let him throw his tantrum. And... the furniture.

[ She waves at Enoch and Beckett to sit down, still kind of absorbed in Kitty Business. Playing with Bester is way more interesting than dodging debris, right?

I mean, it's easy to say that when you're a tiny target unlikely to get hit in the crossfire. WHATEVER. ]

And be nice. Ish. Please?

[ That last bit is (quietly) directed at Squalo, obviously. The glowering just gets him a sticky-out-tongue in response. ]

[ HE'S BEING NICE! ISH! also just. lowering the crowbar and rubbing his temples ]

[ why is this his life ]

[Angel when he welcomed these guys into the fam he did not do it for the purposes of blunt assault with salvage materials. Beckett sidesteps a projectile or two and tries not to stare too openly at Enoch with his tennis rackets (where did he get tennis rackets?) It is quite obvious that harm is not meant except to their collective sense of their own maturity. He coughs slightly.

Then he's laughing. It's not one of his nice boyish laughs. More like a cackle. But maybe a good natured sort.]

Sit down, Enoch, [he confirms Angel's instructions as he peers at Xanxus and Squalo, an evaluative but not displeased look over the rims of his glasses.] I'm continuing to see what she finds in you two.

[He's had them for a very long time now; they were his first improvised weapons, before he found the cane currently sticking out of his backpack. Not that he's ever had much reason to use any of them, except as tools.

Of course right now everything is adrenaline and preparedness and this is why mafia manchildren(?) and people with 300+ years of combat experience don't mix.

When Angel tells him to stop, that this is normal, he gives her a slightly wild glance of disbelief. When, before he can even ask, Beckett says so too, he falters, lowering the rackets and looking at him as if to ask if maybe he's the one going insane here.

He doesn't sit down though, unless he has both of them nearby, and even then, he's tense. Again - 300+ years, combat, and so on. Maybe if it was all paper or cardboard or pillows and not just anything Xanxus could grab, potentially harmful or not...]

[ Squalo may not be trying to bash their guests with a crowbar, but he's by no means getting friendly there, even if he does offer a somewhat amused smirk at Beckett's comment. Instead, though, he addresses Angel. ]

Yeah, well, you didn't meantion your dad was gonna come by. [ he has very vidiv memories of that shovel talk, okay. ] Awkward family dinners! Love them.

[ Oh hey don't mind Angel she's just going to straight up expire now. No big deal. It's a lot easier than shrieking about how the only thing she sees in Xanxus is a giant pissbaby dicklord farthole and also Beckett isn't her dad because dads lock their daughters away and put shock collars on them and she's pretty sure Beckett wouldn't even know how to work a shock collar if he WANTED to and look dAD IS JUST A VERY LOADED WORD, OKAY,,,, ]

I didn't know Beckett was coming! Or Enoch-- wait. This isn't another rescue mission, is it?

[ PLEASE GOD NO ]

No! We didn't even realize you were in this building!

[It's immediate, and in any other situation would mitigate his tension. But not right now. As long as the things Xanxus has left to throw have some potential to cause harm...]

Besides, you assured me yourself you didn't need rescuing.

[He very much wants to ask her if she thinks she needs to be now that she's spent time with this.]

[Squalo. Squalo. If there is one way in which you are sure to swing Beckett over back from hilarilol-the-children mode to RAEGBEAST mode it is by evoking the d-word. He's going to scowl at you now. Scowl of shame.]

If we were here to rescue her, we'd have been long finished by now. [Didn't you ask anyone about the time they double-teamed Jack into regretting all his life choices?] we went on a supply run, and someone neglected to sign the building with if the crumbling shack is rocking don't come a-knocking.

[If he's going to be uncomfortable everyone's going to be uncomfortable.]

[ SCOWLS RIGHT BACK ]

Yeah, you would be. Just very differently from what you're probably imagining.

[ and here come the mutual threats! family dinners are the BEST ]

Why are you the way that you are.

[ That's directed at, like, everyone. Even Enoch a little bit. Tennis rackets. YOU'RE ALL DISOWNED SHE'S BURYING HER FACE IN BESTER NOW OK BYE ]

[Look they were the first weapon-y things he found okay?

Also, Squalo now has a warning glare fixed on him, though Enoch doesn't say anything. Hurt Beckett and there will be hell to pay, shark boy.

The effect is diminished somewhat by a roll of toilet paper bouncing off his head and unfurling like a trashy ribbon over his shoulder.]

[log] this time it's NOT a bunker mingle [closed]

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nvm hops in anyway

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