when the devil takes your hand ┊VISIT (O)

[LI-SANG.]

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everyone has a mask or two, everyone hides the parts of themselves that they don't want others to see.  it's a natural part of life, one that pyrrhic finds is one of the major constants in life. he could always count on someone to have a drastically different facade once you dug deep enough.  he has his own masks, and he allows them to shift and slip into place as he wanders through the lodge.

he's biting his lip in thought, brows knitted above dark eyes, when he spots maisie.  he'd only faintly picked up the sound of the walkie-talkie going off somewhere else in the massive building, but she'd quickly carried the situation with her as she went breezing past him. an ever-present shadow to most of the residents, the willowy male starts off in silent pursuit.  his limbs move without his direction, going through the motions of checking his gear, pulling his hair way from his face, and bundling his clothing just a little tighter about him to ward off the impending cold.

the temperature drop upon leaving the lodge no longer surprised him, but it didn't stop the mild wince as it bit at his face.  at maisie's pace, it doesn't take them very long to reach blake and walker, more unfamiliar faces.  pyrrhic mentally berates himself for not memorizing all his group-mates faster, and immediately tries to catalogue those before him.  he assesses walker in a quick sweep of his gaze and smoothly side steps maisie as she steps back into the space he'd previously occupied.

he doesn't shrink, nor does he rise to meet walker's incessant height.  he clasps his hands in front of him, immediately reaching for the fan that hung at his hips and absently tracing over it's scratched and dented handle.  pyrrhic is cautious, quiet, and merely offers up a quiet hmmm in greeting.  his eyes finally leave walker, going towards the sky before landing somewhere just beyond the taller male.  he'd remain only a little while longer to see if his assistance would be necessary, and then he'd be on his way.

cosmyn

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Lucia never wanted to see Walker again.

He was the first and last person she’d give her heart to; reveal that vulnerable sensitivity that she’d been forced to supress in a toxic family where emotion was a weakness. Lucia had willed herself to remain fiercely independent. She didn’t need anyone nor anything, not even her family if she had herself. But then, Walker took all of that away from her. A dependence on his aloofness was the worst thing to have ever happened to her, but a mistake understandable in a world where no one had ever loved her like he did.

Her family was insensitive, cruel to her as they treated her as lesser than. But Walker? He made her feel something. He made her feel like she was something, even if it was only sometimes. But those few times where she felt like she was enough, and with that a burden of a lifetime finally lifted off of her shoulders. For the first time in her life, she could effortlessly be entirely herself around someone who loved her for every single fault in her flawed heart.

But he never really loved her, did he?

He’d once been the devil who’d taken a hold of her hand to whisk her away from her life of security beside her family. Her family was dysfunctional, but she was used to that ache that sat in her chest whenever she was around them. She thought that it would be greener on the other side with Walker, but maybe the safety of her own backyard would be enough for a woman as insignificant in the bigger picture as Lucia.

Just maybe.

Her handheld transceiver crackled as her friend’s voice sounded from the device. If Lucia hadn’t already been in the village, helping Tommy out with the maintenance of the welcome center’s awning, she probably would not have decided to investigate the newcomer. But, with Tommy’s words, ❝ Well, I see you wanna get outta doin’ the dirty work. Go see what’s going on then, yeah? ❞ Lucia wouldn’t hesitate before dropping the tools she’d been holding in her hand before searching for Blake.

And, as she turned the corner down the street, she stopped. As if her breath had left her lungs. With parted lips, her eyes shifted across Walker’s face in the near distance, shaking her head with disappointment before looking off to the side and huffing a breath of disbelief.

She was always so good at hiding her hurt behind a bad attitude.

Eyes darted from Walker to Blake, Blake to Maisie, then Maisie to Pyrrhic before finally striding closer, arms hugging her torso guardedly as a slightly sneering lip quirked once she stopped beside the other Flintlockers. ❝ It’s fine. ❞ Lucia mumbled, glancing at Blake briefly before looking back towards Walker. ❝ Eddie knows him. He’ll let him stay. ❞ Her jaw was tight, nostrils flaring slightly as she watched Walker’s face before she questioned bluntly, ❝ Are you following me, or is this your idea of a winter getaway? ❞

[WALKER.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: #6B6953;"]the cold air nipped at walker's exposed skin as he made his way up the mountain. he spent the last ten years of his life only listening to himself and doing what he wanted to do, so why the hell was he doing something for the badlands, especially in a place that was so fucking cold? when asked to do this task, teddy said to take it as a compliment - that he was the best man for the job and no one else was competent enough to even get the job done. walker knew better than to believe the words that left the younger knope's mouth, they were nothing more than golden laced lies to make everyone feel better about themselves. it worked on most other members of the group, but walker wasn't like the others.

the one key factor that left him out of the grouping was that he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. he was just the same as teddy when he wanted to be, just like will stirling, too. while everyone else so easily fell for the sickly sweet words these hidden wolves spoke, there was an unspoken knowing that they felt when  speaking with each other. while normally it stayed unspoken, there was a raw trust that walker and will put into each other. when it was just the two of them, the masks fell and their true, ugly selves came to the surface when they would normally stay dancing in the shadows. the two saw each other in a light that no one else ever had, walker would be lying if it wasn't a bit unnerving to be on bad ties with will after they had seen each other do so many gruesome things, but when it came to it, walker was ready for the day where all of that came to light. was will?

even with the hat covering his head and ears, the icy winds still got through, making him grumble as he pulled his hood over his head before he shoved his hands back in his pockets. as he advanced forward, the outline of the mountainside village came into view and he felt his shoulders relax. "fucking finally." he muttered, making his way a bit closer before stopping to look around for anyone, going back over the plan he had made in his head. god, he hoped he had known lucia as much as he thought he did and she really was back here to be with her family, the cold made it hard to think of another excuse to why he was even there.

[blake k.]

"Can I help you?" She asked, her arms crossed as she looked to the stranger who had arrived at the village. Sure, Blake wasn't really a threat at this point, but she wasn't always the best welcoming party either. she grabbed her little walkie-talkie and sighed "We have a visitor at the village" she reported before looking back to the guy. He seemed cold, which wasn't any sort of surprise to her especially seeing as she wore so many damn layers to stay warm.

"I can escort you up to the lodge if you want, beats standing out here getting frost bite, hm?" she offered, knowing someone would likely meet them before they got up to the lodge. Though she didn't move to leave yet, she someone could also meet them down here and that could definitely make things easier.

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Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise — general
▪ Blake Adrian Kegan | Blake, Blakie | open to nicknames
▪ AFAB | Identifies as Genderfluid | she/they
▪ 23 | Born July 26th | ages real time
▪ combat | member of Flintlock Lodge

Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised — physical
♦ Health: 100%
— They stand at 5'9" with semi-long wavy ginger hair. She has a rose tattoo and a few scars from past events. She's closer to an athletic build and is on the thinner side. She has an Australian accent as she's originally from Adelaide, Australia.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it — important events
— 7/26/40 Celebrated her 23rd birthday
— 5/31/40 Had Keiron and Louis; The "Hell Twins"
— 4/26/40 Thomas and Charlotte turned 2

Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it — personality
— I like to think Blake is a good example of the whole "strong, independent woman" thing even if she doesn't identify as a woman. She has a short temper and what I gently put as homicidal tendencies. She will gladly fight someone, regardless if they're bigger than her or not. However, she's also rather maternal and is more likely to protect a child than anything. Her maternal side has massively shown itself since the twins were born, though that leaves her more violent side to be overlooked or forgotten.
— Maternal, "Strong Independent Woman", Protective
— Violent, Homicidal Tendencies, Short Tempered

I'm headed straight for the castle — relationships
▪ Ryan Kegan x Katherine Kegan
▪ Pansexual | Panromantic | Polyamorous
▪ It's complicated | Crushing on one | Maybe Crushing on no one
    ↳ Involved with Danny Hargrove
▪ Ex-wife of Edmund Moray
    ↳ cheated on her
▪ Mother of Thomas, Charlotte (2yr), Louis, and Keiron(7m) Moray
▪ Currently pregnant, due in April
▪ Took in Danny's son, Cade

They wanna make me their queen — interaction
— Physically very hard | Mentally intermediate
— Uses combound bow and arrows
— Also skilled in hand to hand combat
— No killing and ask before major injuries or major interactions
— To attack, [member=9567]Noccy[/member] & attack in #B34600
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[MAISE.]

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