And if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, a lie
Characters: Wolf sarcasmbender, Marbles viva-la-materia
Date/Time: Saturday, April 2nd, early afternoon
Location: Crystala (first the jail, then the inner island)
Rating: Brought to you by the letter M, for monsters, bloody mess, and mort.
Summary: It was the last of Marbles' intentions to cause trouble for her brother. Unfortunately, trouble seems to follow her. Wolf comes to Crystala to post bail, and things go south fast...and then the crystal beasts show up.
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It was a sheepish and uncharacteristically silent girl who walked out of the jail on Crystala, hands shoved deep in her pockets. Marbles had been consoling herself with the fact that she could (probably) have escaped at any time - but the fact was, she didn't want to. She'd figured she was going to be in big enough trouble in the first place when Wolf came to fetch her, just for getting picked up for evading her dinner bill and knocking down half the street doing so. Jailbreaking escapades wouldn't help anything, she figured, so she'd sat tight and waited for her brother to show up.
For three days.
She'd shrugged off the first day - heck, maybe he hadn't heard about her arrest or noticed her absence yet - and had held out hope for the second day. There was still a chance that she could avoid him knowing about this and just get out on good behavior, right? But by the third day, there was no way he couldn't have started wondering..and still, no matter how many times she checked the journal stuffed in her jacket pocket, there was no note asking where she'd gone.
He knew. He had to know, by now. What was he thinking? Was he taking crap for this at work? They hadn't damaged the butcher shop, but...but...why hadn't he come for her yet? How angry was he?
And now he was here, finally, and her nerves felt pulled as tight as a harp string, waiting for his reaction. When the door shut behind her, Marbles lifted her chin and did her best to put on a no-big-deal smile, but couldn't quite meet his eyes.
"Hey," she said, scuffing one boot toe in the dirt. "Somebody really needs to talk to the Watch about this place. The food's terrible."
Date/Time: Saturday, April 2nd, early afternoon
Location: Crystala (first the jail, then the inner island)
Rating: Brought to you by the letter M, for monsters, bloody mess, and mort.
Summary: It was the last of Marbles' intentions to cause trouble for her brother. Unfortunately, trouble seems to follow her. Wolf comes to Crystala to post bail, and things go south fast...and then the crystal beasts show up.
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It was a sheepish and uncharacteristically silent girl who walked out of the jail on Crystala, hands shoved deep in her pockets. Marbles had been consoling herself with the fact that she could (probably) have escaped at any time - but the fact was, she didn't want to. She'd figured she was going to be in big enough trouble in the first place when Wolf came to fetch her, just for getting picked up for evading her dinner bill and knocking down half the street doing so. Jailbreaking escapades wouldn't help anything, she figured, so she'd sat tight and waited for her brother to show up.
For three days.
She'd shrugged off the first day - heck, maybe he hadn't heard about her arrest or noticed her absence yet - and had held out hope for the second day. There was still a chance that she could avoid him knowing about this and just get out on good behavior, right? But by the third day, there was no way he couldn't have started wondering..and still, no matter how many times she checked the journal stuffed in her jacket pocket, there was no note asking where she'd gone.
He knew. He had to know, by now. What was he thinking? Was he taking crap for this at work? They hadn't damaged the butcher shop, but...but...why hadn't he come for her yet? How angry was he?
And now he was here, finally, and her nerves felt pulled as tight as a harp string, waiting for his reaction. When the door shut behind her, Marbles lifted her chin and did her best to put on a no-big-deal smile, but couldn't quite meet his eyes.
"Hey," she said, scuffing one boot toe in the dirt. "Somebody really needs to talk to the Watch about this place. The food's terrible."