King stared down at the picture in his hand. The others were waiting in the living room but he didn’t go out. He gazed at the three happy faces in the picture and rubbed a thumb over the glass and frame then sighed and placed it back down on his bedside dresser. The world is full of evil and injustice and those so easily corrupt a broken person. Holding on to something was the only way you stayed off the slippery slope. He pushed the door open as he pulled a jacket on and stepped into the living room. Everyone’s eyes turned to him as he counted heads. “We’re missing one. Where Source?” Landon made a irritated noise and a few other people shrugged before Con spoke up, “He said he was coming...I guess he’s just late.” King sighed, “Well I’m not going to wait for him, we need to figure out a game plan on how to get the rest of the crew together. Who wants to find who?” Elliea raised her good arm, “I’d” The door shook under three solid thumps and everyone froze. All eyes darted around and two agents drew their weapons just in case as King went and opened the door. Source stood before him. He tipped his head back and looked at King through lidded eyes from under his bill cap. “Sup.” King cocked an eyebrow as he let him in. “Uh, did you have a little trouble getting here?” Source shrugged and leaned into the corner of the room, “Eh, took a wrong turn at 'old acquaintances best forgotten'.” Wanda leaned forward from her seat on the couch. “Oh Samuel, your face...you need to put something one that.” She got up and walked over to him and carefully pushed his bill cap back. He stared defiantly back at her with a blackening eye and bloody nose, lip, chin, and forehead before pushing her hand away and settling his hat down firmly and then stuffing his hands back into his hoodie's front pocket. “It’s Source and I’ve had much worse, don’t mother me.”
Chapter Five Explaining Time... *** Elliea nodded sympathetically, “Completely understandable, I would have been surprised if you didn’t hesitate to sign up for more pain. We would love to have you Conner, you are still our friend and a powerful force to be reckoned with.” Con sat up, “How long do I have to make up my mind?” Elliea tipped her head and winced a little, “A few days at most?” Con nodded and sipped his tea once more as Lizzy ran into the room, climbed onto his lap and began putting on a doll show, complete with a thick brogue, for them on the table.
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I don't blame him. It's hard enough just reading about it.
Aw, Lizzy. :3
Ikr. *heart is squeezed painfully at the thought* >m<
She's so fun to write, I basically did my little sister but irish. :3
They spilled the beans to Conner as Damian bound up Elliea’s shoulder. At the end Con nodded solemnly and sipped from his hot cup of tea. Landon was helping himself to all the crumpets while everyone was distracted. Everyone else peered at him, eager to see his reaction. Con tipped his head to the side, “You want me to leave my only family left to go on a mission that may be a fluke and that I could die in?” Damian froze in the middle of giving Elliea a sip of tea, “Uhh...well..shoot when you say it like that it sounds really bad…” There was a tense moment of silence before Con finally broke into a weak smile, “I’m warming up to it.” A few awkward, quite chuckles echoed through the room accompanied by a background track of Barbies’ trip to the mall. Con sighed, “I need time to think about it. I know it’s been five years and all but...grief….grief doesn’t just go away. Losing Nexo right after my mum….” He sighed and put his head down on his arms, “I’m just not sure I’m going to be able to handle the thought of my heart being crushed again so soon.” Elliea nodded sympathetically, “Completely understandable, I would have been surprised if you didn’t hesitate to sign up for more pain. We would love to have you Conner, you are still our friend and a powerful force to be reckoned with.” Con sat up, “How long do I have to make up my mind?” Elliea tipped her head and winced a little, “A few days at most?” Con nodded and sipped his tea once more as Lizzy ran into the room, climbed onto his lap and began putting on a doll show, complete with a thick brogue, for them on the table.
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*sips tea like a sophisticated gentleman* Gud part. Very gud.
King stared down at the picture in his hand. The others were waiting in the living room but he didn’t go out. He gazed at the three happy faces in the picture and rubbed a thumb over the glass and frame then sighed and placed it back down on his bedside dresser. The world is full of evil and injustice and those so easily corrupt a broken person. Holding on to something was the only way you stayed off the slippery slope. He pushed the door open as he pulled a jacket on and stepped into the living room. Everyone’s eyes turned to him as he counted heads. “We’re missing one. Where Source?” Landon made a irritated noise and a few other people shrugged before Con spoke up, “He said he was coming...I guess he’s just late.” King sighed, “Well I’m not going to wait for him, we need to figure out a game plan on how to get the rest of the crew together. Who wants to find who?” Elliea raised her good arm, “I’d” The door shook under three solid thumps and everyone froze. All eyes darted around and two agents drew their weapons just in case as King went and opened the door. Source stood before him. He tipped his head back and looked at King through lidded eyes from under his bill cap. “Sup.” King cocked an eyebrow as he let him in. “Uh, did you have a little trouble getting here?” Source shrugged and leaned into the corner of the room, “Eh, took a wrong turn at 'old acquaintances best forgotten'.” Wanda leaned forward from her seat on the couch. “Oh Samuel, your face...you need to put something one that.” She got up and walked over to him and carefully pushed his bill cap back. He stared defiantly back at her with a blackening eye and bloody nose, lip, chin, and forehead before pushing her hand away and settling his hat down firmly and then stuffing his hands back into his hoodie's front pocket. “It’s Source and I’ve had much worse, don’t mother me.”
or even the cheesy "jk" at the end of such posts. 
Rare is good. ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
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