Day 34: Breakfast

[screwthegods]

[starting off in M13]The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves

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[bastard_sadi]

Daemon was in a good mood when he glided into the cafeteria this morning. A very good mood. He'd finally accomplished a goal last night, and the spider silk he'd retrieved would hopefully prove very useful tonight, as long as they hadn't somehow sealed those skills away as well

[eyrien_prick]

An introduction? Of course. Daemon wouldn't know the former dance teacher as Ranier never crossed the Sadist's path until the ball in Amdarh where the two had certainly steamed up the room. "Daemon, this is Prince Rainier, Second Circle and taught the coven how to dance."

Lucivar gave Rainier a nod before turing to Daemon. "And, for the record, this isn't the first time you've unleased the Sadist on him. You might want to reign it in before you both make another scene. I doubt the nurses would allow such things and it would make the rest of the patients uneasy. We don't need children exposed to the sexual tension."

He sat down, growing serious once more. "Tell me what happened to Father," he said. "Were you there?"

[deathandfudge]

An introduction would probably be a good idea now that Sadi wasn't considering him an enemy. A threat maybe, because Warlord Princes were always threats, it was their nature. He gave Daemon a wry smile at the introduction, inclinging his head. "Pleased to meet you. Again, I suppose." Mother Night, this was confusing.

He nodded back at Lucivar and then suppressed a wince at the mention of his dance with the Sadist that night. Daemon was a mean bastard when he wanted to be and Rainier had been shown there merest hint of how nasty he could be. "The ladies did seem to enjoy it though," he replied after a moment with a rakish grin, remembering how flushed Jaenelle had been.

[bastard_sadi]

"Oh?" Daemon arched an eyebrow at his brother, his curiosity piqued. "What scene was this?" Although he could guess. If this Rainier had come across him somewhere other than this institute , the meeting would have been very different until he'd verified that the man wasn't an enemy.

Still, Lucivar's question had to be dealt with, and Daemon shook his head briefly. "No. I'm not sure when it happened. However, I had a new roommate last night during dinner. A man by the name of Angel. He formerly roomed with the Priest, and the change indicated his roommate was no longer present. As soon as the doors opened last night it was simple to verify."

[eyrien_prick]

"You and Cat were in the middle of playing a game," Lucivar said, hoping Daemon didn't ask for details. "Rainier walked into the middle of it and had the misfortune of flirting with her while you were already on edge. Needless to say, Rainier was granted a taste of what dancing with the Sadist truly means."

Lucivar growled and hit the table with his fist, enraged that Saetan had slipped away with as little fanfare as Jaenelle had. "This is madness," he hissed to Daemon. "How can two Black threads disappear as if they'd never been? What does it mean?"

[deathandfudge]

"It was an absolutely calculated move to help them with their game," Rainier replied, a touch sourly. They'd needed to draw whoever it was targeting Jaenelle and Daemon out, and it had worked. He looked sideways at Daemon. "And I have no interest in Jaenelle beyond friendship and the fact that she is my Queen," he added, not wanting Daemon to get the wrong idea now that they were just starting to get things worked out. "The same goes for Surreal." And any of the Coven for that matter.

[bastard_sadi]

"Ask me tomorrow and I may have an answer for you," Daemon replied to his brother's outburst, his expression deceptively calm as he drummed his fingers quietly on the tabletop. He didn't know how they did it - he didn't understand how they'd been brought here and their Jewels sealed off in the first place. Failing in understanding that, and nothing else made sense. Though he was far from being the most talented Black Widow, he did have some skills, and it was about time he tried to use them here.

He turned back to Rainier, listening to the explanation with an arch of one thin eyebrow. "Surreal. You mentioned before that she was poisoned." The question was implied in his words. He flicked a sideways glance at Lucivar. "Did you know about this?"

[eyrien_prick]

Lucivar turned to Rainier suddenly, snarling angrily. "Surreal is poisoned?" he snapped. "Mother Night! I knew I should have ripped that prick's cock off. If Falonar's done something to Surreal he'll be missing more then his cock when I'm done with him."

[deathandfudge]

Falonar? He thought that Falonar was to blame for this? But didn't Lucivar remember? Or was this something similar to how Daemon didn't remember him at all?

"It has nothing to do with Falonar," he replied seriously, although Lucivar's anger pricked at his own temper again. Just the thought of Surreal being injured was bad enough. "It was the Spooky House. That author, Jarvis Jenkell. He created a trap for the Blood and Surreal and I were injured trying to escape from it. She was posioned but Jaenelle was tending to her."

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon's curious gaze studied Rainier's face a moment before turning to Lucivar, his hands held up in a motion of ignorance. "Don't look at me. I didn't even know him before ten minutes ago, let alone anything involving an author and a spooky house."

[eyrien_prick]

"Spooky house?" Lucivar said, not following anything Rainier was saying. "I'm not aware of a spooky house but the main question isn't what were you doing there, but what were you doing with Surreal and why would you allow her to be poisoned? Mother Night, must I instruct you both on the importance of shielding yourself before entering an unknown place?"

[deathandfudge]

Rainier was beginning to think that he'd rather face off with a certain angry Glacian Queen than the two males he was currently sitting with. Well, he had been bracing himself for a lecture he supposed. Might as well face up with it and at least Lucivar couldn't order him to Ebon Rih if they were here

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon was making a careful study of his dark-tinted fingernails - one in particular - the absent gesture disguising a sudden surge of temper at Rainier's words - not at the warlord himself, but at the man who dared to attempt to trap his family - and apparently succeeded, in Rainier and Surreal's case. He didn't know about this Opal-jeweled Warlord Prince, but to ensnare and poison Surreal would take quite a trap. How had an unjeweled male done it? He'd had to have had help.

"But you are here and well, so I will assume his trap failed?" Daemon inquired casually, deceptively calm.

[eyrien_prick]

Lucivar curse loudly, clenching his hands into fists once more. "I will have to put the both of you in intense training," he snarled, glaring at Rainier. "I taught you better then that, or at least, I thought I did."

He didn't say anymore - couldn't say anymore. The fact that Marian was involved made his heart squeeze and he didn't trust himself not to overturn the tables and use them to crush every last creature in the room.

[deathandfudge]

Yes. That was exactly the reaction that he'd been expecting. Lucivar had been angry enough inside the building and he and Surreal had been trying to escape as much to save themselves from him as from the house. He felt his temper flare again and returned the glare with one of his own. It was stupid to clash with someone like Lucivar, but Warlord Princes had never had much use for considerations like logic. "We know. We were stupid and those dumb children died because of it," he growled before turning his gaze to Daemon.

"We got out. Lucivar blew a hole in the wall."

[bastard_sadi]

Had it not been such a serious subject, Daemon would have laughed at that. Then again, it was a very Lucivar thing to do. Traps did little good if the trapped one refused to play by the rules and stay that way.

"And the author?" he inquired, arching an eyebrow, even as he nudged Lucivar's knee under the table, nodding faintly to where the nurses were watching them warily at his brother's outburst.