forum Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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"I'll leave you to have some girl time," Kyle sighed, "I'll be over there if you need a hug V." He ruffled her hair an walked off.

"We need to sit down with all of our friends and talk it out." Eira crossed her arms.

"Luna, I'm pretty confident about this one. I don't say that often, but I am," Cyrus replied, unwavering.
He brushed his hair back with one hand a little bit.
"I'm not planning it alone, though. I'll make sure you all know every detail. Don't worry about being left out of the decision, Eira. Everyone else's opinions are important to me too."

Vida's eyes widened. She had bitten down on her lip, and her lip was trembling. She sounded like she was fumbling for words, but she couldn't tell what those words might be.

Luna sighed and she nodded, "I-I'm with Eira, let's talk to the others first."

Katya gave Vida a gentle hug, "It's okay."

"Of course," Cyrus said, "Just… where are Alex and Uriah?"

Vida shook her head.
"B-b-blood… everywhere…" she gasped, kind of holding herself into a hug.

Katya stopped holding Vida, "Was it family?" She didn't know where these questions came from.

"N-no idea," Luna sighed.

"Yeah…" Vida whispered. The tears stopped flowing for a moment. Thank god Katya was catching on…

"Well… That puts us on hold, just a bit. In the meantime, we should at least start thinking, though. What we need to accomplish, that sort of thing… We can decide who goes later," Cyrus said.

Katya went back to hugging Vida, "I'm sorry."

Luna nodded, "Th-that sounds good."

"He was my brother…" Vida added. She was now horribly hoarse and stuffy from all the crying. She regretted it, but really hadn't been able to help it.

Cyrus walked over to his bedroom and grabbed a notebook and a few pens. He sat down at a table near where Eira and Luna were still, and he started taking a few notes.

Katya squeezed Vida, she felt a hollow pang in her heart. She felt like she had gone through this so many times before, just holding a crying child while they mourned a lost one. She didn't want to know what she had forgotten now, "I'm so sorry. Maybe we could be your new family?"

Vida nodded. "Please…?"
She looked back at the door. "W-where's Cyrus…?"

Katya nodded and looked at the door with a sigh, "Probably with the other adults."

"He… he's like my brother…" Vida whispered into her blanket. She wiped away some of the tears.

"Oh," Katya said softly, "Well, then he won't go out."

Vida shook her head. "If they're really anything alike… of course he'll go out…"
She usually would have cried more, but she had basically just cried herself dry.

Katya laughed slightly, "Of course. We can stop him. I know it!"

"And how's that?" Vida asked, crossing her arms in front of her.

"I don't know, Injure him so he can't leave?" Katya suggested.

(YOU READ MY MIND! HOW?!)
Vida's eyes got huge. "You don't mean that…? What could we do? We're just kids."

(I DON'T KNOW! IT SEEMED KATYA-ISH!)

"We could stab his knees?" Katya said in the same tone, "We're kids, not defenseless."

(Okay, excuse me while I die laughing)
"NO!" Vida squealed, "That's too far! We should make him only feel pain… We don't want him hurt forever!"

"Okay," Katya paused for a second to think, "Then we'll slash his calves!"

"But… there are muscles in there!" Vida cried out, "You can't cut that! How about we um… we break his hand…? That hurts, right? But he'll get better."

"Yeah… Or we could break his leg!" Katya seemed dead set on his legs.

Vida frowned. "Maybe… but how?"
She pushed some of her blonde hair away from her eyes, looking closely at Katya.

Katya looked up for a second before looking back at Vida, "Maybe we could hit him really hard with a stick or something?"

"Where do we get a stick?" Vida asked. She had a bad feeling about this. "And he's big! Do you think we could actually hit him that hard? And wouldn't we get in trouble?"

"Ummmm, I have no idea," Katya said looking down, "Maybe if the stick is really hard we could at least bruise him."

"A bruise won't keep him from leaving," Vida said, "Maybe we're better off staging an accident!"

"Yeah!" Katya said liking this new idea, "What type of accident?"

"Hm… I don't know… Maybe make him fall down the stairs?" Vida suggested.