Post by Shen Bloodeye on Dec 14, 2013 16:56:19 GMT
*undercover convo at the party* * amo met een chick die hem chill vindt* "So, pretty boy. How about we go do some things in my room.." Amo: "Yeah. uhh. bloodsucking things right? I love that". *nods hastely*
"No there's something else i could suck something out of.." *hint of annoy in her eyes* Amo: *totally oblivious to sexual advances when being undercover* "Wow there's more places you can get blood out of than the neck?" *idiot*
Amo looked around the corner of the wall. Nothing, or so it seemed. His eyes were in full focus, his hands on his gun and his ears open. The doppelganger could be anywhere, really. His eyes jumped across the room, finding nothing but filth and mess. He put his finger on the trigger and turned around the corner, keeping his arms straight in front of him and the gun at chest height. He was scared, of course he was. Even if they had done a dozen assignments before, each was different and he wasn't used to this kind of danger. He never had to deal with a doppelganger before. He strengthened the grip on the gun when he heard footsteps, aiming it at the source of the sounds. "Liv, Bryce?" he whispered with nerves in his voice. They all covered one side of the house, but eventually they would end up in the middle. He just hoped that it was one of them, not the unknown creature.
"It's me," he heard a familiar voice answer. He lowered the gun and sighed relieved. It was Liv. The woman walked into the open space for him to see, and he walked towards her as well. Amo looked around, paying attention to every little sound or movement. "You okay Liv?" he said worried while he put a hand on her shoulder. He never agreed to split up in the first place, but it was two against one. "Yeah i'm fine, you?" she asked. Amo just nodded. He put his gun in its holster, but looked up surprised when he felt a hand on his chest. When he turned his head, he saw Liv had gotten closer and it had been her hand on his chest. "Now that we're alone though.." Liv started. Amo raised his eyebrows and awaited. "I just need to say that.. I might just like you, more than friends." Amo's eyes widened and slightly baffled, he looked her in the eyes. This was unexpected, but he couldn't say he minded this change. "Uhh.. Well.. i'll accept your feelings and-" "And I would love to get closer to you.." Liv interrupted him. Now his expression turned to suspicion. Liv would never say something like that.. would she? He began to doubt everything and he took a step backwards, his hand on his gun.
"Liv.. are you really okay??" he pushed. She walked towards him with a smile and said nothing anymore, closing her arms around his neck and forcing him up against a wall. Amo's eyes went to his gun and back at her, not sure what to do. "Why are you looking at your gun?" 'Liv' asked. "You wouldn't want to shoot me, would you?" Amo now knew for sure, this wasn't Liv. His hand enclosed around the gun. But.. what if it was? What if it was her and something had happened to her? Like, poison or hypnosis or.. He couldn't shoot her if so. He saw Liv grabbed a knife from her pocket and slammed it into his arm. He let out a scream and cowered. When his eyes opened, he saw the knife coming at him again. His non-injured arm went to his gun again, but he couldn't. He just couldn't, what IF it was Liv. "BRYCE," he yelled. If the vampire came, at least they could both pin her down without hurting her. He closed his eyes and awaited the blow. But instead, he heard a gunshot. Shocked, he opened his eyes and saw Liv laying on the floor, but soon.. it wasn't Liv anymore.
"You idiot!" Amo looked towards the sound and saw Liv, again, probably the real Liv. "Oh thank god it wasn't y-" "You would've been killed. You have a gun, fucking use it!" Amo looked at her with guilt-filled eyes. "But I thought it could've been you.." She looked away as she stood before him. "But if it wasn't, you'd been dead now. So toughen up already." Without saying another word she embraced him for a moment. "But thank you."
"You went too far this time Liv," Bryce snarled. "It's not as if you're so wanted-" Liv went flying at him within a matter of seconds, launching her fist in his stomach. Bryce, slightly taken aback, put a step backward and reached for his stomach. "You bitch." "You fucking asked for it." Bryce hit Liv back in the face and Amo had gotten up from the couch in the meantime. The fight had escalated so quickly, besides, his soothing comments didn't help the case in any ways. Now it was enough, HE had had enough. It couldn't go on like this, and if they were acting like children, they would be treated as such. Not that he was so mature. But at least he could contain his childish anger. "Stop it!!" he yelled, with a more heavy voice than usual. But the two were so set on slamming each other's teeth out, that they didn't even seem to notice him. He stepped towards them and grabbed them both by the shoulders in a not very soft manner, using his strength more than usual. "Are you serious!?" he continued, pulling them both away from each other. The two looked at him in shock, they didn't expect this from him. Amo never really got mad in the few months that they'd known him, and the situations they went through would make anyone mad at some point. "You," he grabbed Bryce by the shoulders and pushed him into a corner, "Stand in the corner." He walked back and grabbed Liv by the shoulders, to push her to the opposite corner of the room. "And you stand here, both facing the wall." "You're fucking kidding rig-" Liv started. "QUIET."
Both Bryce and Liv now looked at each other for a short moment and then at Amo in amazement. What the hell had gotten into him. Since they didn't quite know how to handle this situation, they both turned their faces to their respective walls, Liv sometimes peeking at Amo. "Bryce, a man should NEVER hit a lady! That's just out of the question, not when i'm around," Amo told him in a dramatic, teacher-like fashion. "As if she's such a lady-" Bryce muttered like a child. "QUIET." Amo narrowed his eyes and looked at the back of their heads. He then turned to Liv. "And Liv, you should learn to keep your comments to yourself once in a while. You hurt people. Do you even realise that? How would you feel?" "As if I care what y-" "QUIET." he squinted his eyes, "and I think you do care, if you ask, yes." Liv looked down and Bryce kept his eyes at the wall, an awkward silence fell. Amo relaxed and sighed. "Just think of each other, you know you care about each other, i care about you guys. Okay..?" He spread his arms in an enthousiastic way. "Hug?" "Don't push it," Liv said, with an awkward but sincere smile.
"Sweetheart, i'd like you to meet the new student of Jarold, one of the court mages." Malyna squinted her eyes as she looked at Jarold. Not that she had taken the time to learn his name, so it was good her father reminded her. The court mage bowed, after which she looked at the young man beside him. When her eyes met his, the guy enthousiastically waved at her, which caused Jarold to grab him by the hair and pull him downwards into a forced bow. "You idiot," she heard him whisper, "Don't wave, bow." She raised her eyebrows at both and again found the young man's green eyes. "So.. what would I need this information for?" she asked her father, the king. The king looked at her with warm eyes and a smile. Oh how looks could deceive. Her father was everything but a sweet and soft man, and everyone knew it. "Well, I want you to show the boy what it's like to be a court mage. He's still in learning under Jarold, to eventually be a defensive summoner for us. If you show him the ropes, Jarold can also focus on an issue we're having with the neighboring country." Malyna looked at him with eyes that could be shooting fire. She had no time to be dealing with some brat, she had better things to do. She clenched her fists. "Lyn, you'll do as I said." She opened her mouth to give him a mean remark, but instead looked at the ground in anger. All she did was nod, but didn't look at anyone before making her way out of the throne room. She slammed the doors loudly behind her. Hastily she made her way to her luxurious room, where she again, slammed the door. Cranky she leaned against her door. "What is father thinking. He's still underestimating me.. Not granting me the throne, just because i'm a woman.. Now this.." "You can't get the throne?" Lyn jumped up from the door and stared at it with a frown, readying her elemental magic to blow any robber up. But, the muffled voice spoke again. "Can I come in?" She folded her arms and cocked her hip. "Who in Aphrodite's name do you think you are? You can't just come in." "Aww but I won't leave until you let me in." Lyn narrowed her eyes and tapped her pump on the marble floor. "No. Go away." "Coming in!" "You idiot what do you think you're doing!?!" Her voice was now a louder yell as she stepped towards the door that was now half-open. No dim-witted idiot should just enter her room. She was a princess, for crying out loud. She grabbed the door and put her other hand on her hip, while she looked straight into the eyes of the apprentice summoner. Big, innocent looking eyes. "You're pretty from close-up." "F-from close-up-..?" she mumbled, annoyed and confused.