((I thought so too))

Storehouse

Frold saw Viola get up and try to leave, "You don't have to sneak," he said, "You're free to go anywhere you wish in these grounds," he thought for a moment, "If you would like moment alone, I stay, if you wish company, I go,"

Meeting with Reyain - 2 days later

Cruciatus raises a brow at the captain's words.

"I do not flaunt my abilities as though they were party tricks. It is not my forte, but I am perfectly capable of engaging in physical combat, as you might have noticed."

He sighs.

"I was very proud of my drop kick."

His demeanor reverts to seriousness.

"But you have not answered my question in full. I find it hard to believe that you wished to meet with me for the sole purpose of providing a warning."

((Umm... Was it something tht I said))

Night of the Attack

Jurante grinned and gave her a quick salute while surprisingly, saying her name without a hitch. "Nicshe t'meet ya, Éclair Yekaterina Coraline Mercury Pyxis Jade Efreet."

The pirate scratched the side of his face, "M'name'sh Jurante 'Handsh Quick' Ceedo." He blinked a few times before attempting to correct himself. "Credo Juan Handsh Fasht. Shpeedo." He sighed and rolled his eyes, "Just call m'Jurante."

And...nothing else unexpected happened.

((Delayed Reaction...Huh?))

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Meeting with Reyain

Jurante grinned at Reyain, and with a wink he said, "Smooth, perhaps. Cunning, maybe. But he ain't no pirate. I'll take yer advice, but if he tries crossin' me, well..." The pirate patted the new pouches on his person. "You're my mate, mate. He? Heh. He ain't."

The pirate took off into a jog, his destination wherever Bastion was. He burped and scratched his stomach, wondering if he had indigestion.

((Okay, wtf, what is going on? I said delayed r-))

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Caleb's Memorial

Jurante was overly dressed for the funeral. In a long, black coat with an overly frilly white dress shirt, and black pants, his sabre and rapier hung off his belt. He brought with him only one flask that securely hung off the back of his pants, his boots polished to a neat shine. His hair was oiled and smoothed back while his mustache was finely waxed to the point of being able to possibly poke an eye out.

He reached into his breast pocket and took out a tin case, depicting an engraved raven on its front. He popped it open, took a cigarette into his mouth. His eyes would meet with Rendal's for a moment, a strange glint in them as he moved towards Bastion.

Once he got under the tree, Jurante opened his mouth to speak, let out a squeak, then promptly collapsed like a house of cards onto the ground. Dazed, he slowly moved his head about, "Whash...wh'r'n th'fr'g 'sh...m'm? 's th't ye?" Somehow, for no real, explicable reason, he was drunk out of his mind.

Storehouse

Viola looked up toward Frold, clasping her hands together as she quietly answered him. Sneaking out would be easier than she thought.

"Uhm.... I... I would like a moment alone...'


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Meeting with Reyain - 2 Days later

Viola flinched when Reyain would have touched her, but she didn't pull away when he lifted up her chin. She kept eye contact for only a few seconds before trying to avert her gaze. Once she was aloud to, she shifted her gaze back to the ground, remaining silent as he spoke. When he offered the orange to her, she hesitated for several seconds before taking it into her hands and simply stared at it for several moments more. After a few minutes of silence passed, she finally spoke up for the first time since coming to his presence.

"... Why?"

She tightened her grip on the orange before clarifying her question..

"... Why help me... When... When it was my fault?"

She looked over at him voluntarily for the first time, her voice wavering slightly as she continued.

"You... You said yourself.... That... That the monsters came.... Because of me.. So... So.... Why?"

Night of the attack

Éclair smiled and then chuckled softly " You surprise me Jurante, you surprise me very much. I have to admit, you've got my admiration. Most people usually mispronounce my name Éclair. "
She turned to him and stopped searching through the bags on her horse " Fancy a little game? "
The assassin pointed at one of the rooftops of the surrounding buildings " I'll be sleeping up there. Care to join me? If you do, I'll let you smoke my pipe all you want. "
Éclair walked up to Jurante, offered him her pipe and winked " Maybe a little reward and promise first to motivate you? What do you think? Up for the challenge? "

A quiet spot within the Raven's Nest complex - 3 days later

Though the spot was far from the nicest place Cruciatus had ever stayed, it most definitely beat sleeping in the Demacian ruins. Despite the Beast attack several days before, the spot had a general aura of security that the ruins lacked. Not to mention the fact that he had been able to 'acquire' several blankets and a mattress on which he could sleep, something he'd been unable to do in the ruins.

Cruciatus's new temporary home was anything but hard to find within Raven's Nest, but with any luck, nobody would come to disturb his rest.

((Somebody come and disturb his rest please.))

Caleb's Memorial

David stands together with all present who aren't important enough to mention, dressed in plain white with his equipment stored in a safe place. He waits silently for the memorial to actually begin, looking around a bit to inspect everybody present. Seeing the pirate lying drunk underneath the tree he frowns, then sighs and looks away again. The guy seems to be permanently drunk, so it's probably better not to pay attention to it.

Caleb's Memorial

Nerethis arrives, dressed in a simple black cloak with hood, still wearing his mask - the habit of keeping his identity to himself overcame his feeling of piety. He also brought his Fangs, safely hidden under his cloak. The people here seemed to be majorly the same as well.

The Memorial
Tao approached the memorial in a fresh set of his Ionian robes. He still looked every bit of the sagely old man that he was. He looked around at the others, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrow at Jurante being drunk under the tree.He crossed his arms in the sleeves of his robes, a somber look in his eyes for all that was lost on the day of the attack.