Lancaster

Cradling fast as Mari turned to begin working. Vincent continued to brush gently and peck the nape of her neck with his lips, watching in awe and bewilderment as she'd work. Every time a she'd spin to a drawer he'd lean with her, even playing nurse as she'd pass him tools. "Is quite the history, and I find it ironic given the man made such a massive stink that he ended up being taken out like trash.... I know mi amore, I know." The man welcomed the divide and the acknowledgement of his history, and its dismissal so readily at the gravity of it. They both had chosen to overlook the finer detail

The ratcheting of gears and sprockets continued to churn away like an engine, creating an endless white noise that produced the backdrop. Darkened stone stood strongly on all for sides providing little encouragement to consider this place a comfort. But to Lancaster, and seemingly to Mari as well it was. Holding tight with both hands her slender fingers with a tone slightly brighter, cradling it and raising to the flats of his feet. "I am incredibly stupid for you. What can I say?" Lancaster spoke with a whimsical gest and acceptance. The man slid open the drawer and placed the pliers back ins

Pegging the ring, the wanderer cannot help but look down and back up to Mari. Pressing a finger to his lips, he begins to weigh the gravity of what that band meant with a solidly clear idea where it stemmed from. "Hmm. Nope, I'd suggest something with rum. Should make for a fine cake for y...." The questions are snapped off with the sounds of a commotion upstairs that causes the guy to move to silence. His expectation was that something darker was occurring and skills were already firing off to pick up any odd red flags. Yet it would provide little beside the three players in blue, and the wal

♫ All the senseless murder, the mundane jobs and tasks that he'd found boringly mind numbing. Waking up and asking himself just what sort of mess he was going to have to clean up today. Who he would have to put down due to insurrection, who he would kill to maintain the guilds strength. What most did not understand was that Laughing Coffin was in a constant power struggle, where at any moment one could find themselves under attack. An ever looming feeling of fear and tensions, this situation was just another Tuesday but this time Lancaster didn't have the upper hand. Because he showed wea

“Whatever you need, Vincent.” “I didn’t have to but I wanted to.” “Mark me as yours" "Whatever you do, I will return twicefold.” "Every smile, every laugh - every warm feeling and gift. It’ll all come back twice. That’s your warning.” The blade dug into his cheek, drawing just the thin line and with it a light pain. The woman's voice rang through his head as her warmth had long since captured him. A mind body and soul fully divined and entwined in her from the moment they met. Each time they tried to separate the pair would only fi

The man felt himself gently lean as she'd push back a strand of his hair, tucking it neatly behind his ear. A coy smile as he'd bring up the glass of whiskey, the ice cube inside clicking against the side. "Is correct, I'll take it as a compliment." spoken slightly muffled in the glass as he'd steal a sip. There was a heavy pressure building, as if dinner was an elaborate foreplay. Lancaster was getting absolutely parched, yet no matter how much he drank it wasn't satiated. The click of her glass against the table, sees the man look to his own plate and move the silverware to its top. The napk

Finding himself suddenly trapped and dosed with a pinpoint prick in the neck, a surge of flame would see the needle melt but not before a fair indoctrination is slipped in. That familiar greasing of the wheels as before yet this one wasn't nearly as bipartisan. It was forced down his metaphorical throat, as was the contents of the last few hours. All manner of conflicting bodies battling on opposed sides using him as the bit of rope, like a game of tug of war with Mari and him as the center fighting to keep their arms linked. His eyes fully dilated, in a stupor he'd look to Freyd with chemical

The man breathed against the wine glass, even raking his fingers over the top to pull the scent to his nose. "Allow me the pleasure of hiding the body." The man spoke without an ounce of tact but all the honesty possible, like a simple agreement in their shared interest. "A wine is only as good as those it is shared and paired with. Like a good meal, good company." He'd lean an tap her glass with his own, locking eyes in a heavy intensity and tinge of a sly grin. "Alla nostra." A turn of a fork proved the man had some table etiquette and wasn't a total fucking heathen, despite prior appearance

Lancaster couldn't help but swallow being leaned against, twisting his face in the top of her head as she'd seek out the spot beneath his chin. "Schedules clear... for the night." He'd offer pulling in the scent of chemical, a faint natural sweetness and cooking that mixed into the premier smell of Mari. "Just pleased, mi amore that you weren't strapped to one of his little wheels." Taking a drag of that cigarette really finished it off. Flicking his finger across the top snuffs out the cherry and he tosses the butt it into the cup for his ashes. "Is a lot of walking, for me." He'd thank her g

He'd smile so readily once the woman called his name, a quick snap to a dream that made reality fall away. Right to paradise. "I am sure that can be arranged, if it is this much of an annoyance." Lancaster offered in regard to the B&E Pidgeon. "Sorry about the ash, Is a little...busy today." Removing his jacket and finding a new coat rack sitting there. It was at this moment it clicked, that the shirt Mari was parading around in might have been one he left during one of their romps. "Oh? Lot of little things going on..." He'd offer curious speculation but would not dig any deeper, it was w

The soft crunch of snow, the chill causing his breath to escape in thick waves of white heat. Lancaster still wasn't exactly comfortable on this floor, but the trek was more then worth it. A simple message drew his attention, and the burning little village counted its blessings when the man cut his tyranny short to respond to them in kind. Under his arm, a bouquet of flowers in all its cheesy glory. The man reaches for his jacket pocket and removes a comb to slide through his hair, mainly to get some of the rabbit fuzz out and remove some of the soot. Returned, he'd orchestrate a couple of tim

Mari had since left her own home, finding herself suffocated by the gravity. The situation had taken such a dramatic downturn and it was one Lancaster had rightfully expected. The moment he chose to bite the hand that called him to action, there would be a reckoning. His last ditch to turn the table in his favor. Lancaster nursed that cigarette, where 16 remained in such a brief conversation to convey his stress in triplicate. The trail of smoke from tired eyes as they sized the man up, his gambit and attempts to salvage this stretched thin and ethereal like it. Listening rather intently which

As Mari would begin to crumble, some pang in his heart would sheer off layers that were long scarred and hardened. "There isn't any magic tricks left, mi amore." The man could only tighten his hand to clasp hers. "I have left Laughing Coffin, done the unthinkable. In front of the Faceless Lord no less." He pulled hard at the cigarette, as if to keep the strength he needed to follow through the explanations required of him by the pair listening on. "It gave me little choice, demanding that I settle the sheer mess that our love had caused." Lancaster leans forward, pressing his forehead against

The constant intermingling between the pair did wonders to sate the mans bundled up nerves, as if Mari was the only thing left he had to rely on. Which frankly she was. The man was a wanted criminal that most didn't even know about, and now the good old crew he ran with would likely be chasing him down after not too long. Yet given the circumstances he was provided, his options were extremely slim. Lancaster simply took what little he had and walked from the table. Best leave with no shirt or shoes, and cut your losses. "Well." The man returned the statement while pulling another drag. "The he

The man went from all fire and brimstone into nothing more then a soggy wet blanket. He was half expecting this dude named Freyd to pop out of the home and start swinging while Mari was strapped to a chair or something. Instead Mari comes bounding out in tiny froggy slippers that get flung both which ways as they get suction cupped into the snow. Being led straight inside, Lancaster would take to a slow stroll, even leaning to peer around the corners. His eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the sudden shift in lighting, leaving him squinting and partially blind. Mari offers him a sharp tug without r

The sheer problematic return had Lancaster's control of the situation completely abolished. The last few hours had been spent severing ties with all of his old men, and fucking hoofing it up from floor 1. His feet ached, his temper flared. The man was holding a bottle of some alcohol that he'd swiped from some traveling salesman in Urbus, taking the shape of a cheaper then cheap bottle of scotch. It was still unopened, because frankly the man couldn't afford to be under the table with how strained everything was. The returned words had led him here, and a place that was normally so warm and in

The thing would laugh at his plan but there was something rather odd about it, it was not often that Laughing Coffin had to be this careful. There was a small epiphany as he'd listen on to all the provided information. Staring through the void into nigh nothingness, upon the monument as it listed off name after name. Some of them were his, but most were not. Hell most didn't even belong to the Coffin at all. "I believe I understand." The man would remark limply, weighing his options carefully. "This Freyd..." The thoughts welling in his head, as his courage would begin to take on a fire of its

A spark of intrigue, of brilliance like kindling to the pyre. His thoughts slowly peeling to a head. The man would wave a finger out in front of him. "Simple, very simple. Frontliners are bleeding hearts. Gather some of my men, and set an example. Draw him out, and we have a little chat. Set the ground rules." Lancaster would begin to burn, mentally at first and those flames would start to build on his shoulders. That passion long quenched by a woman had breathed to life, causing the ash to evaporate. "Hit one of the packed cities, snag a couple of those green players." The man would raise his

Each and every verbal lashing was scathing and all of them called into question if he was going to be able to keep his head. This wasn't his first round of them, and the big cheese always commandeered a sense of forceful expectation. The cigarette in his mouth ran dark, pulling it from his face as he'd cup his hands together in prayer. "Is no issue, I will handle it. Personally." As his mind raced with how exactly he was going to do that. The dude was Mari's friend and he sure as hell didn't want to try and undermine it. A mix of muddied intention and trying to keep as far away from her friend

"Right." The man would hesitate and lean forward with both of his hands raised, pointing to gesture his acknowledgement of the seriousness just from the enigma's tone. "You are right il capo, always right. From what I know, Bran is doing his own research at your directive. Tybalt has been proving an excellent distraction." The man tapped his head trying desperately to paw at the information of crap he wasn't directly privy to. "Genma was hunting those ridiculous attempted PK'ers from the other day, and Hiroshi is continuing to dig into find out what makes people tick." The man was actively cou

The slight ever glowing orange of the floor offered a silence upon black sands, a flick of his thumb would see the smoke pressed to his lips lit. "You'll find the coffers rather full il capo, Mirianna found whatever trinket she was supposed to find." He'd exhale a film of soot from his lungs, tapping feverishly with a flick of the wrist to allow it to rain like snow. The woman had long returned to the caverns and down into the bellows. Their resources were more then fit to hold out for whatever the plan was supposed to be. It had been a little ambiguous and some were getting a little wily. Hel

Tapping the little button as it flashed to obscure the woman, as she'd turn to face him. An admission, an invitation. The statement would set alarm bells in motion aggressively, yet Lancaster would swallow them. To let the politics wait for tomorrow, a small reprieve for the woman he loved. "I love your passions mi fiamma. The scent of your hair, the taste of your skin. The way that your smile alights my heart, and makes me move to embrace you." Freyd, a name that he and the other fingers were more then familiar. Him and his little attack dogs that hunted their kind like animals. Like tearing

The man would take the fork from her, and cut off a bit of cake and offer it to her given she'd looked like she'd wilt away when he first arrived. "Such sour topics, is a bit too grim." He'd wave a finger as he'd poke a little of the cake into her mouth "I have little interest in killing all of your friends, mi amore. Neither does Laughing Coffin. Opal's infiltration was a little false report. A guise. fabbricato. She tried to self promote and bit off a bit more then she could chew." Lancaster gently rubs the fork on her bottom lip, searching his thoughts and counting the guillotine he was enc

The smile widening in his neck alerted him to the fact she felt the sudden pressure, and Lancaster nibbled her ear gently as a way to get even. The slight rub of her legs, allowing her own tension to build in equal measure. "This cake is squisito, but I am afraid to butcher the name again, mi anima gemella." A little red glow with the trail of smoke, drunk in a way that the man had no tolerance and would ever build any. The tightening topic saw him tightening up to pull her in, shifting to tap another flick of ash into the filling cup. He'd nod, struggling to keep a straight head as he'd sit w

He'd enjoy that rake of her finger against his chin, leaning into it just a bit and even making a space for it to ride. "This amuses me, glad to be of service." He'd lean forward and allow his hot breath to escape as he'd gently nibble on her neck, a treat for a good hound. Once Mari told him he could smoke he'd sigh in relief. "I will not lie mi amore, is was out of respect but I normally go so long... I appreciate your kindness." He wouldn't hesitate to poke one in, folding his thumb into his palm and flicking it out to see fire spring to life on its tip. The cigarette glows in a rushing red