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

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Eira just held him, trying not to cry herself. It pained her to see her best friend cry, to feel so sad and hurt. ‘You’re okay’ wasn’t enough right now, nothing was to help his sadness. So she hugged Cyrus, staying with her friend.

(Aghhh I forgot I'm painfully empathetic, even towards fictional characters, so this only hurts a lot.)
Cyrus laid his head down on the table, and though he was reassured by Eira's presence, it was something that made him cry more, because at this point, he couldn't really be afraid to show how he felt- not to a lifelong friend. He let himself cry for a good while before getting up and hugging Eira tightly.
"I'm sorry you had to see that… but uh… thanks for being there for me."
Cyrus felt incredibly hollow inside. He had no tears left to cry, and felt numb and almost emotionless entirely, as he had just dumped a few months' worth of emotion out.

Eira gave him a sad smile and hugged him back, “There’s no need to thank me. I will always be there for you, no matter what happens. I’m your best friend after all, so don’t apologise for crying in front of me.”

Uriah had thought for a while, and even looked for Sparrow for a bit but couldn't but couldn't find her. Going back to the bunker was the best idea, since he was soaking wet and would most likely end up sick after this. As he was climbing down the ladder, he winced at the pain in his chest. He didn't bother looking at anyone. He felt guilty, but at the same time not. The confusing emotions swirl violently inside as he walked into the bathroom. Lifting up his shirt there was already a bruise forming in the middle of his chest from Cy's punch. "Damn, that guy can hit hard." He couldn't let anyone see this, not even Cy. It may make him feel worse. Uriah stepped out of that bathroom and decided to try and find some dry clothes for himself.

"Okay. I just had a lot on my chest. I mean, I always do. I just need to distract myself again… I should get over it eventually, but then again, maybe I won't. After all, tomorrow there are still going to be people trying to kill us. I still will have messed up time and time again and hurt people that didn't deserve it." Cyrus stopped and took a breath, then continued. "I shouldn't keep talking like that, now should I? I know my pessimism has to bum everyone out. I also need to stop getting reckless when I'm all emotional because I keep hurting myself. That arrow wound in the back of my leg has mostly healed, but because I jerked it out when I knew I shouldn't have- because the tip was barbed- I caused more extensive injury that may make it difficult to walk for a lot longer than I bargained for. And I keep doing stuff like that. I punched Uriah, then I turned around and punched a tree, of all things. My hand is badly bruised at best. All because I don't know how to deal with what I'm feeling."

“You need to find another outlet instead of hurting yourself when you can’t deal with things. Come talk to me for God’s sake, I’ll always be there to listen to you no matter what, alright?” Eira placed a hand on his cheek, “I don’t care if your a pessimist or optimist, I just want you to be you.”

"Cy, shut the hell up!" Uriah glared at him from the door. "Cut the shit, Cy and grow up! You think your the only one with problems and have messed up? Well you're wrong." Uriah walked up to him. The were the same height, but body wise Cyrus was a bit bigger. "You really have to stop beating yourself up like this, it's not good or healthy. This kind of attitude is What's going to get people killed." Uriah was upset, but not only at Cy, but at himself as well. "Please, just stop." He didn't know if this was going to help, Uriah did it anyway though and pulled him in for a hug. "You're also my bestfriend here, and I just hate seeing you like this." Even though most of it is my fault.

Eira took a step back and sat on the counter top, crossing her legs.

"You're not angry? How the hell are you not running the other way? I could've… killed you… And besides, it's not like I actively try to hurt myself. I just get blinded by how I feel and become reckless, which is horribly ironic, as much as I fret over little details on missions and worry about you guys getting hurt. I've been trying to curb all of that in-the-moment carelessness, but it's hard. It's nothing new, and you know what they say about old habits."
Cyrus hugged Uriah back briefly, but he just felt bad about the whole situation and didn't want to touch the very man he had just hurt. It felt wrong. He tried flexing his hand again, but it was swollen and he couldn't bend the joints very well. He muttered a few choice words to himself.

Uriah smiled and tapped Cy's cheek. "I could never be mad at you, honestly it should be the other way around." He walked over to the fridge and opened it. "Now, what's there to eat." Uriah wasn't going to lie, that hug really hurt his chest. "Do you guys want anything? I'm a pretty good cook." He felt like he hasn't eaten in a while.

"Tha-that's it…?" Cyrus gasped, both surprised and relieved.
He drew closer and scanned the fridge. "Is this stuff all still good? I've been sticking to rations and canned food primarily, since I'm not sure when this bunker was last stocked."

Eira shrugged from her place on the counter, “I’m not sure in all honesty. But… I’m not that hungry so it doesn’t matter for me.” She said, giving a small smile.

"That's true." He slammed the fridge door shut and went to see if they had any canned foods. "I could make vegetable soup." Uriah was fine with anything, he wasn't very picky. "Do you guys like vegetables?"

"Of course. Can't exactly afford to be picky," Cyrus said.
He sat back down where all of the papers were laid out for decoding and rubbed his brow. He wasn't sure what else they could do with this that wouldn't take extensive work.
"Okay, I think we should do what Andra suggested and try the alphabet code thing, like where A equals a different letter of the alphabet."

Eira sat down across from him and nodded, “Yeah, let’s try that.”

"Well, we'll probably have to have it set up twenty-five different ways, so we need to split up the work. Um… just write on top of the page, 'A equals whichever letter' and we'll eventually cover everything. But I'm not so sure about the stuff on here written in the Cyrillic alphabet. If only Alexander were here to help."
Cyrus ran a hand through his hair.

Eira nodded, “Yeah, if only he was.” She said before picking up a pen and starting on the Latin and Greek portions.

"Wait. You know the Greek alphabet. It's got it's similarities to the Cyrillic alphabet, doesn't it?" Cyrus asked as he was writing down his part, "You could always take a stab at it."

Uriah was curious as to what they were talking about, but continued to make the food, still listening in though. Soup was fairly easy to make and wouldn't take very long as well.

Eira looked up, “Oh, yeah… I guess I can try.” She said.

"That should at least fill in a few gaps," Cyrus reassured her. He scribbled a few more letters onto the page before his hand started cramping up. He switched the pen into his left, and his writing speed and legibility lowered immensely, but it didn't hurt. Cyrus quickly finished a quick A equals B page, with the exception of the portion in Russian.

Eira roughly finished the Greek and Latin parts before starting in the Russian. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would have been and quickly had that part finished, “Well, that wasn’t as hard as I though it would have been.”

"Glad to hear it," Cyrus said, "Now, I hope it all comes out to mean something."

“Well… we already know a few things, but…” She shrugged, “Let’s see if anything works out.”