Technically, he's not supposed to have them anymore, but old habits die hard, and old weapons are difficult to part with, so: Elisha still has his guns. He has fifteen of them, specifically, all of which live hidden away in his rooms at Club Castle, and are mostly pulled out for maintenance and to keep sharp. At the moment, four of them are the ( Read more... )

( It's almost like a fairytale come true. )

A new body made its way into the morgue in the wee hours, something to greet Maeve when she came in for the morning. Her instructions? Catalog the myriad of damages inflicted on it, discover which, if any, was cause of death, and write up the subsequent certificate. Which would have been fine, if she hadn't found that her forms hadn't been replaced ( Read more... )

The doctor had been issued an interesting task. A two was scheduled for execution due to his murders within the suit itself. Johnson's task? Torture, slow, extensive, to the death.

( NSFW, triggering topics, torture, hints of sexual arousal )

All of the Heart higher Numbers seem to be upping and leaving on their own little missions. Both Blythe and Jordan are mysteriously stepping off. Wren's reshouldering the workload which has kept her busy the last few days. She's starting to think perhaps it's time they got more challenges happening in their own Suit.

Though she won't say as such ( Read more... )

A day of sulking was enough. More than, even. And be damned if he shirk his duties due to a bout of petulance. So, finally disgusted with himself enough to do something about it, Ethan hauled his backbone back into place and locked it, steeling what remained of his battered emotions ( Read more... )

Oh the joy. Oh the rapture.

Unlike everyone else in the Deck several other people, Urania doesn't quite know what's going on. She's noticed that Andrea's disappearance, but that's hardly the first time that's happened, otherwise she's just heard rumblings of something being off in Spade Castle ( Read more... )

He's still not in office, obviously. Although he's now dealing with it in a much more professional manner. Once again he can be seen in suit and tie stalking the halls looking far less death-like and hollow. Although there is a noticeable tire in his gait regardless of it's pressed and polished steps.

Said stalk leads him to the library. This could ( Read more... )

[Contemplating a cigarette, considering the consequences.]This is why he never goes anywhere. Three days. Three days in New York, and he comes back to find that they're sheltering a Four of Spades, and oh, shit is about to hit the fan. It's times like these that he could use some nicotine ( Read more... )

She never changes her smiling expression. She always appears at ease. But behind the facade Katya always is busy with papers, with plans, with ideas for moving her Suit forward in accordance to David's design. But now she is faced with a depressed King, a foolish but (she hopes) well-meaning Seven, an addicted doctor, an invalid Ten, and Twos who ( Read more... )