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"I've been attacked twice. Let's not get ahead of ourselves." He clarified. "And if you'd done your due diligence, you'd realise they were both by the same person. Now, what successful man hasn't stepped on a few tails along the way? It's natural to have enemies in the world of business." He didn't appreciate the others implications, and so he wished to shut them down before they really began. "Most recently, I was attacked at Edgar's place of residence. I was in no condition to take myself anywhere else. Would it be so unusual to receive the fastest possible emergency care in order to save my life? You think allegiances played into anything? I was unconscious, for Frith's sake." He shook his head in disdain, folding his arms. "I don't know where he is or why he's there. You're only wasting your own time with these pointless, uneducated assumptions of yours."
@demongemz
“Edgar claims someone he knows is working on getting him out of our wonderful accommodations so I’m doing the background on everyone who’s ever had an interaction with him and your name piqued my interesting simply because of what you’ve stated, about being is patient” He mused looking at the other for a moment “You’ve been attacked a couple of times haven’t you Mr. Afton, one could say that you’re maybe saying things to piss off the wrong people but each time you’ve held Edgar Evernever as your doctor, why not just go to a hospital and get treated?” he questioned for a moment watching the other wondering if maybe he was going to try and get someone unassuming to take him out. “He didn’t claim anything in regards to you, Mr Afton, only that he plans to escape using someone on the outside.” @springbandit
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Stu looked down at her hand, smiling idly as he looked over her scar. "That's cute stuff you got there, T. Lotta big words." He certainly appreciated her enthusiasm, even if some of the things she said he didn't necessarily agree with. "You got stabbed seven times and then just the other week you got killed. Your track record....it's a bit..." She had more confidence than sense, by the sound of things. He knew he could be that way too, but, he at least had the strength and agility to take care of himself. "Sam ain't your family. She's Billy's brat. You're either on his side, or on mine." He hated the fact Billy had a child and he didn't. How could he compete with that kind of loyalty? "I don't think you quite understand what you're getting yourself into." He kept his hand tightly gripped on his hunting knife, slapping the blade off of the side of his thigh as he walked, the dull thud keeping his attention from wandering too far. "You have to make a choice, alright? Right here, right now. You step through the door into here? You are on my side. If you go against me after? You have to die. Those are the rules."
@forafcrtnight
"IT'S NOT FEISTY! YOU SEE THIS?" she held up her hand, letting him see the scar on the back of her hand. was that bad? was it horrible? yes, she had a feeling so, but.. her anger for amber? it was always going to be there and she wasn't going to rest until she killed the little bitch and made her pay for it. "she shoved a knife through my hand, before stabbing me seven times. when i get to her? i intend on doing much worse. maybe rip her off into tiny little pieces and make her watch." shaking her head. "you don't need to look after me. i am a badass. i can do that myself and.. i'm always going to be loyal to my family. sam. my dad. i'd kill for them, but.. as it turns out? I'D ALSO KILL FOR YOU. I'M ALSO LOYAL TO YOU." she could and would be both. se wanted to think so. nodding. "let's go." @springbandit
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"Don't worry about me. I'll settle myself in time." He didn't know how best to respond when other people professed their care for him. He'd grown up without it, his own mother rejecting him from he took his first breath. He didn't feel he needed cared for and thus didn't know what to do with it on the odd occasion it showed its face. He rolled his eyes gently as she continued to push the matter, almost finding her endearing. "It never hurts to revisit the rules again, now, does it?" He lifted one of the mechs off of the workbench, clearing space for her to eat and creating distance between the metal framework and the pizza. "You just focus on keeping your life in check, then. Never worry about mine." He set the mech down onto a new bench, opening one of the drawers underneath to bring out a plethora of different coloured eyes. They were simply wooden balls, painted in varying ways, however they were hollow inside, filled with wires and sensors and a small pinhole at the pupil. "You're going to fit this rabbit with new eyes. The facial recognition is finished and all the parameters are set. You just need to copy the paint design and fit them in."
@forafcrtnight
"ARE YOU SURE? YOU DO NEED TO EAT EVENTUALLY, RIGHT? LIKE.. AS MUCH AS THESE LITTLE GUYS ARE FUN?" she sat down, looking around the workshop and pointing at his newest creations. was that what she meant by little guys? maybe. perhaps that was a sign that there was indeed something from her past that she did not remember, but.. what could she do now? "they don't need to eat. you're still human and still do. can't live on coffee, can you? and don't worry, don't worry. i know all of the rules by now." raising an eyebrow at that, she shrugged. "huh, yeah, but.. eventually, if you don't? you'll just drop from exhaustion and then, where would i be? kinda need you to keep my life in check." shaking her head a little bit, before shoving the rest of the slice into her mouth, whipping her hands and following after him. "aye, aye, captain. what are we dong?"
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"No...No, you don't." She put out her hand, trying to offer it out for the other woman to take. "Come with me. Just...away from here. I'll explain. Just, not here." She wasn't sure where to even begin, but, she knew she at least had to try. She didn't want things going to extremes in either direction. She had to try to help while she still could. "Yes, I know the man. Very well. Which is why you need to listen to me."
@forafcrtnight
"I.... WORK THERE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" was she confused that the other had approached her? yes, abby could say that she was, because.. no, she hadn't been expecting something like that in the slightest. right? she kept to herself and always had and.. that was because she didn't trust most people. arms crossed over her chest, she raised an eyebrow in quite the suspicious manner. "it is safe for me. scariest thing in there is the old man in charge." @springbandit
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"She deserves to be splintered into matchsticks and thrown on the fire." He answered back, finding the stranger to be more and more insulting to his own intelligence the longer he put up with them. "It's a baseball bat. Nothing more. They're ten a penny, get over yourself." The concept failed to hold William's attention, it was nothing like what he could build. He understood the love of something inanimate, but, he at least made those things himself. They were his, not something that could be purchased or found anywhere else. "Your wife deserves to be named after something important. Not a child's toy." He didn't offer any sympathy to the man, after all, he had no reason to. He hadn't said anything other than the truth. "I most certainly do not." He snapped at the other's suggestion. "I have nothing to prove. You're clearly compensating for something."
@forafcrtnight
"HEY! DON'T BE FUCKIN' RUDE! SHE'S A LADY. GOTTA TREAT HE PROPERLY AND LIKE SHE DESERVES. IS THAT HOW YOU TREAT EVERY LADY THAT YOU MEET? NO WONDER YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN LAID IN AGES." rude of him? yes, maybe, but.. then again, negan had never been known to be the polite type. no, he said whatever it was that was going on in his head at the time and he continued to do so. didn't he? "... named her after my wife. she died. that's all you need to know." looking down. "you wanna compare sizes or somethin', man? because i can assure you, i always win." he swung lucille over his shoulders, shaking his head. "don't fuckin' need to worry, hm?"
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William stared at the other with his distaste and disapproval so apparent it could practically be read from outer space. He had no idea what was going on, and, the more the other spoke, the less interest he had in figuring it out. "Lucille? Is that what you call this thing?" He took the larger baseball bat off of the eccentric old man. "An odd choice. Dare I ask why?" He furrowed his brow as the other laughed at him. He didn't like that. "Your brain begs to differ. But, I won't be the one to go there." He sighed, "Just, watch what you're doing, will you? If you break something back here, you'll bring attention to us. Attention we don't need right now."
@forafcrtnight
“No, no. Give me that. You have the little one.” (From William). @springbandit
"HOLY MOTHERFUCKIN' SHIT! NO! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH MY LUCILLE, EH? YOU WANNA TAKE HER TO DO WHAT.. EXACTLY?" was negan messing around with the other, because he was well aware that he had wanted nothin' to do with lucille? yes, he was, but.. then again, he also knew that he should not be swinging a baseball bat around. then again, though? she had always been more than that to him and she was important. she was. "just messin' with you. ah, ah.. you should have seen your face. okay, give the lil' one here. although, you should probably know nothin' about me is little." smirking.
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Vanny didn't recognise Abby. They'd ran in different circles. Existed in two different lifetimes. At least, that's what it felt like when the one person that tied you both together was seemingly incapable of rest. The proper order of things was becoming more and more of a mystery to her. "What are you doing in there?" She asked, almost accusatory in tone. William's workshop was hard for her to look at, it was a blurry, pixelated hodge podge of purples and greens. It offended her eyes, but, she couldn't look away. It demanded to be made sense of, but offered nothing by way of clues. "You...You can't be in there. It's not safe right now."
@forafcrtnight
she didn't remember ANYTHING about her life. in fact, she didn't remember her brother of what had been taken away from her and from the two of them by the very same man that she called her mentor now and.. no, she didn't see that changing anytime soon. did she? no. in fact, she was quite content with the life that she had now and even if she didn't have any family of her own? even if it seemed as if she was alone? she also was alright with that. right? she had been leaving afton's workshop when she noticed someone staring. the hell? "lady, you know staring is quite rude, right?" @springbandit
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"That's quite alright. I do appreciate the gesture, though." He answered calmly, a slow brow raising as he looked over his glasses to examine the grease filled slop they somehow managed to convince people was 'food'. "Help yourself, of course. Just, wipe down your hands before touching anything in here. Haste makes waste, and whatnot." He was beginning to feel as if his creations were becoming far too accustomed to the stains fuelled by their constant need to be in the presence of pizza. If he never ate it again it would still be too soon. "What good would resting do? What lives have people changed by doing nothing? None, that's what." he shook his head, actively dismissing her idea. "Now, come along. You're either working or eating, don't talk about one while you do the other. You'll blur the lines of your routine. You don't want your work to get sloppy, do you?"
@forafcrtnight
"you look like you could have used a pizza, old man." was that precisely why abby had brought him such a thing? yes, it was and.. in so many ways? william afton was her MENTOR. he had been there for her when it seemed that no one else cared to and especially not her shitty ass family and yes, she was only ever going to see that as a good thing. wasn't that the case? it wasn't as if ABBY remembered anything else. was it? not her brother. none of it. all of it had been taken away from her and more. "and you know that i am all for work, but.. shouldn't you go home and rest every now and then, too?" @springbandit
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Jasper's brows furrowed as she yelled at him, his head leaning back as if to cower away, though his expression was more one of annoyance than fear. He was relenting to her, but he was clearly unhappy about doing so. His nose twitched as his lips threatened to raise again to bare his teeth. He was unsure of his next move, but, he knew he had to keep the fries. That was the one certainty he had. "These are mine now." He urged, scraping the few that had fallen onto the grass back towards him with his fingers.
@forafcrtnight
DONNA HAD SEEN MANY WEIRD THINGS OVER HER TIME. did she see that changing anytime soon? no, she did not and yet.. it seemed as if right now, she had come face to face with another one that she didn't understand. this wasn't stu. this wasn't stu and yet, it looked like an actual twin and she didn't know what to think about that. right? it was messing with her head in ways that she didn't understand. "you.. hey! no biting! what the hell is wrong with you? what happened?"
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"They avoid you?" She asked, mostly sarcastic, but, a small part of her wondering if there was something concerning about the strange man that she should know about and didn't. "Now, how could they avoid that little face of yours, huh? You're like somethin' ripped out of Grimm's Fairy Tales." She smirked, finding her own amusement in a situation that called for more awkward silences than she could stomach. "You should always be worried about your next cage." She offered as a more sage word of advice. "People like us? We don't stay out of 'em too long." She looked at her fingernails, not wanting to make too much eye contact. "So, go on, what did you do to wind up in there, anyways? If it's a good story, I'll even pretend to be surprised."
@forafcrtnight
"NO, I DON'T.. ACTUALLY. MOST PEOPLE TEND TO AVOID ME NOW." was that the case? yes, it was, but.. then again, edgar couldn't say that out loud. was he too ashamed that this was where he had ended up? was he too ashamed that something like this had happened? perhaps it was the case but it wasn't as if he was about to admit that out loud anytime soon. he had failed. no, this was not the end and he was going to get out of it and get back to where he was meant to be, but.. was that going to be happening? as of now, he had no idea. "i was not worried about ending up in here. perhaps that was my problem. perhaps i should have been."
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"I'm charming all the time!" he teased, trying to remain in good spirits despite her slight prodding at his delicate ego. "You just don't take the time to notice, that's all." He liked when she spent time with him. When she made him feel good about himself. He needed that. If she was going to continue to do so, then, he definitely wanted her around. "It was a prototype mech that was taken. You remember the Foxy models, right? A miniature one of those. About the size of a lap dog." He'd get it back, come hell or high water. As she made contact with him, it all but forced his attention back to her, the heat of her hand stark against his own. "Darling, I thought you'd never ask." He grinned, leaning in to try to steal a kiss.
@forafcrtnight
"IN YOUR OWN SWEET, ENDEARING WAY. WHO KNEW THAT YOU HAD IT IN YOU TO BE CHARMING?" william afton was a complete pain in the ass and always had been. regardless, did that mean that she loved him any less? no, it did not. she had always adored him and there had been a reason why she hadn't even thought twice before.. marrying him. did she have a feeling that perhaps she shouldn't have? that perhaps there was a lot that she was missing? maybe. "we'll find whatever was taken from you and bring it back. i can make that happen and i will." lacing their fingers together. "i do want to be with you. forever. that matters to me."
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"Alright, Miss Feisty." He grinned, finding her hatred for the stranger to be more adorable than anything else. He didn't much believe Tara really had it in her to do much harm to just about anybody. He knew it wouldn't take much for him to overpower her, at least. He had the height and weight advantage, and plenty of experience too. "The time for all that'll come, alright? As long as you stick with me this time. No runnin' off and gettin' killed for some family that won't protect you. Me? I'll look after you, that way we can have some real fun." He took his father's hunting knife out of his pants' pocket and showed it to her, making sure she wasn't close enough to touch it. "Once I let this at you, there's no goin' back, alright?" He held out his hand, wanting to take her to his abandoned theatre in Highams Park. "Oh, this ain't for anybody's prying eyes. Just you, and me."
@forafcrtnight
"THAT'S PRECISELY WHAT I WANT. FOR HER TO DIE. THAT LITTLE BITCH. she's no one worth knowing and she took everything from me." tara was not a monster. or maybe.. maybe.. she could be every now and then, and.. when it came to amber freeman? she wanted her dead. gone. she wanted her out of the way for having hurt her family and no, she didn't see that changing anytime soon. of course not. she wanted her gone. actually gone. right? "i have multiple scratches as it is. go on?" raising an eyebrow at that. "but not here? let's go somewhere alone?"
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F.P. could hardly believe his luck. It wasn't everyday that someone would go out of their way to make him feel special. It had been a long, long time since he'd managed to connect with anybody new. He was a creature of habit, often retreading old ground for the dull comfort of familiarity. But this, this had been new and exciting. Well, it had, until it was cut short. He smiled, sighing and tilting his head back in disbelief at the terrible timing they'd just been victim to. "Man, I guess so. We call that 'Jones Luck'." He shook his head, bringing his attention back to her, not wanting to lose her entirely to circumstance. "Hey, how about we go somewhere a little less busy? I don't think they'll miss us too much."
@daydrcamings
@springbandit - ❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do
she was free. her powers were no longer holding her back from living her life. she could touch. she could walk around without fearing an accidental touch to a stranger. she could kiss... she could do a hell of a lot more. but apparently not right now. her lips were inches from his when somebody barged into the room. rogue let out a small groan as she pulled away from fp. she chuckled softly, cheeks flushed pink. "i guess that's what i get for trying to kiss you in public, huh?"
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"Go back to sleep, Ly." Rocket whispered, gently nuzzling his chin against the top of her head. "I didn't mean t'wake you or nothin'." He only grinned as she began to protest, almost feeling the trembling of his leg muscles as a challenge to prove to both himself and her that he was completely fine. "I just wanted to bring you home, that's all. I can't sleep none when y'ain't there." He laughed gently by way of a sigh. "Guess I worry about you or somethin'. Stupid, right?"
@daydrcamings
@springbandit - ❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style
"rocket...?" lylla questioned, yawning as she nuzzled her cheek into him. she blinked a few times before realising what was happening. "rocket! put down. you are hurting. you will make it worse carrying me!" she argued but didn't wriggle too much out of fear her movements may harm him. she had fallen asleep at the garage, searching for things to help fix rocket and to help build their ship. "i am okay to walk!"
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"His claim? What claim?" He asked, pointedly. "I never knew about any claim." William, despite his recent memory problems, remained a proud and independent man. He didn't like being associated with others, especially if his association put him underneath the other. "He was my doctor, for a while. I was attacked. I couldn't tell you any more than that." He stressed, unsure what exactly the other was referring to. He'd managed to stay clear of most of Edgar's more personal affairs, both due to being uninvolved and being deeply uninterested in other people's problems. "Whatever he's claimed to you, it didn't come from me."
@demongemz
“Maybe he’s making this shit up.” (William & Will) @springbandit
Will looked at the other raising an eyebrow at the other, he was a known associate of Edgar Evernever and after his claim of having “someone” working on getting him out, he’d turned to a list of people he’d been seen with no matter how some or big, give it was Edgar they couldn’t afford to let anyone slip through the cracks. “Maybe but if we didn’t do our due diligence here and found out his claim was real we’d look stupid, so I’ll ask you again Mr. Afton, your relationship with Mr Evernever is what exactly?”
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"Good, that's good. Good girl." he cooed, talking to her as if she was much younger than she truly was. His voice almost singsongy in nature as he comforted her. "Come back to our house. All this shouting and running about, it's no good for anybody." He took her hand, his fingers cold to the touch and grip just strong enough that she'd have to make an effort to get away. "Oh, don't talk about the hospital. Horrible place. It's like they wanted me there. Surgery this, lung capacity that, they were never happy." He linked arms with her as they agreed to set off, appreciating her company. "Where have you been, anyways? I've been looking high and low for you."
@daydrcamings
vanessa was blissfully unaware of what her beloved father was capable of. she had lost all memories other than the fact he was her father. nothing other than that had remained. "i'm right here. i'm not going anywhere." vanessa assured as she rested her hands atop his arms. "but we need to get you somewhere safe. take care of me? i'm not the one who's been in hospital! you need to get some rest." she muttered, shaking her head. "of course i'll come with you. i'm not leaving you out here alone." the blonde mused, linking her arm through his. "lets go." @springbandit
#daydrcamings#William:Vanessa#William#mental health tw#hospital mention tw#medical mention tw#injury mention tw#event3
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