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#1 Edited by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

@quintus_knightfall: (You're the reason we can't have nice things)

In what appeared to be a split second, her entire demeanor changed. Mercy shifted from a studied casual nonchalance into a lethal calmness simply by crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward in her seat. "I came here to share the news of a common foe's demise, and to check in on you and your well-being as friends generally do. I can't say I'm surprised at the response."

Her eyes studiously watched his disrobing and redressing with unveiled disinterest and slight admiration for his ability to take personas on and off in much the same way as his clothing.

Mercy rose slowly to her feet, prepared to exit as he cut her to the core. She hadn't known that a person outside of herself and her own pain or her daughter was capable of cutting her like that, of instigating such a strong moment of complete and utter heartwrenching pain in her. It nearly took her breath away, causing her to pause in her tracks as she had stood.

Uniquely hued purple eyes flicked up to his with the deadly gaze of an apex predator, while simultaneously showing the brief moment of pain that he had sparked. There was a time where she would have reached out to him, where she would have attempted to break down what she believed to be a facade, to appeal to his humanity. But things had come to a point where Mercy was not sure that there was any humanity left in Quintus - and if there was, if she even cared to reignite it.

Her voice was intentionally monotonous, revealing none of the deep-seated pain that he had caused her with so calculatingly cold a comment. "My daughter's father. My partner." She shook her head slightly, raven black hair falling around her face as she did so. "You know...there was a time that we were close. There was a time where I mourned your death with blood and retribution. There was a time where I killed the man responsible for it." She remained silent for a moment, that sentence the first and only verification that Mercy Sheridan was the one responsible for the gruesome and humiliating death of Charlemagne LeBeau. It had been the culmination of a multitude of wrongs heaped upon Mercy, and upon the world. He had been designated a cancer, and removed from the world with the Sanguine's particularly fitting touch of humiliation.

"I was the one who laid down almost a year of my life for your daughter." Her lip curled with distaste and frustration. She had held out hope for Isadora longer than anyone, perhaps even her father, and regardless of everything else, her passing had had an impact on Mercy. "You, you do not have the right to demand anything from me. You can request to see your niece, and given the proper arrangements, I will acquiesce, as you are her family, but to stand here and demand it...how dare you. I will put her safety and her well being before anything else, before you, before this entire goddamn world, Quintus, and you should know that now. Your track record with your own family is tarnished at best, and Catriona will be raised with an understanding of the world she lives in, but with love and safety. Neither of those are something you have been able to provide, as far as I can tell" She gave him her daughter's name, that small piece, almost as if it were an olive branch, only to be followed with a small cut of her own.

"I'll leave instructions with your Mamba's on how to contact me when you choose to do so. But understand, and understand well, that if harm befalls my daughter in any manner as a result of your actions, this world will run red with blood until you pay for it." Setting her jaw in a firm line, with one last forlorn gaze in Quintus's direction, telegraphing the dueling emotions of pain, regret and a promised vengeance should anything happen to her daughter, the Sanguine exited the room.

Heels clacked lightly down the hall, the almost staccato beat of her quick footsteps an angry punctuation of her swift stride. Establishing eye contact with the hooded Mamba with piercing green eyes who stood in the doorway of a room watching the Sanguine's progress with curiosity, Mercy afforded her a small nod of respect.

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#2 Posted by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

@quintus_knightfall:

Mercy shut down the instinct to reach out to him in comfort. She could read the clues from him, feel the tension that he surrounded himself with, and it was evident to her that Quintus was crumbling under his own weight, something that he was wont to do every now and then. It never ended well, for him or for anybody else. But that was an issue for another day, it was not one that she could allow herself to worry about in this moment.

Nor could she bring herself to take affront at his intended slight. She knew what she was, she knew what she had done, and she knew the pieces of her soul that she had given up. In the name of justice, in the name of friendship, in the name of love and family, and in the name or ensuring that there was some form of balance in the world. A minor slight from a man she considered an old friend didn't exactly rank on her scale of things to take issue with these days.

At complete odds with the borderline intense nature of Quintus's line of nigh-obsessive questioning, Mercy slipped into the chair, casually crossing one leg over the other as she leaned slightly against the plush leather. Internally, she was weighing every word he said, every minute motion that he made, all piecing together a profile mentally as she did so. It was one thing to play fast and loose with her own well-being but Mercy would trust the well-being of her daughter to only a select few. Quintus was, at this moment in time, not one of them.

Casually holding her hand up, fingers curved towards her palm, Mercy nonchalantly surveyed her nails, acting as if he had asked her as something so simple as the weather. "Her name is of no matter, nor is her location." Peering up at Quintus, she punctuated her sentence with the arching of a single eyebrow, almost a dare ,but not quite. "Is there anything you would prefer to discuss other than my daughter?" My daughter, not your niece. She made it indelibly clear that her daughter was her first and foremost concern.

"Perhaps when things die down a bit I'll bring her around to visit her uncle." A near wince colored her features momentarily as a pang tore through her heart at the thought of Andres, and of his death. She had thought that was a wound that had healed, but the more time that passed, the more she realized that it never would. It would fade in time, had already, but that was a pain of its own - knowing that the pain was fading with your memory of the person associated with it.

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#3 Posted by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

Nice!

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#4 Posted by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

@quintus_knightfall

Inquisitive purple eyes glanced at the stoic female figure, immediately recognizing an Arashikage, and somehow found herself entirely not surprised that Quintus would have one, presumably several, under his wing here. Respectfully inclining her dark-haired head in her direction, Mercy continued into the room.

Remaining in a standing position, she casually tucked her hands into the pockets of the fitted blazer, a single eyebrow raised in silent bemusement as Quintus's unique mannerisms were displayed before her. She could tell from the line of his shoulders, the minute mannerisms that he believed were hidden from her, from the world, that he was struggling under some weight. Mercy never pretended to fully understand the way that Quintus's mind worked - nobody ever would - but she had very specific glances into the cracks of his persona, glances that were uinique to her. She was, after all, the one who had given almost a year of her life to save his daughter...a daughter who was now dead at the hands of a ruthless assassin.

Pulling herself from dangerously introspective thought, Mercy plastered a smile on her face, one that would fool the world but would most likely not fool the ever astute Quintus. Her heartbeat elevated momentarily at the mention of her daughter. That brought the grand total of those with knowledge of Catriona's existence up to four outside of her parents, and one of those four was now deceased.

"Secret is the key word there, mon ami. The Knightfall children of the world don''t fare so well." Her tone was wistful, and there was a clear unspoken condolence there with regards to his own daughter.

Turning to the bookshelf, Mercy almost absentmindedly ran her finger along the spine of a seemingly ancient text, one that Ellie had procured as a test for Jayden during their younger years. Her shoulders rose and fell, as she let one minute modicum of the armor she kept herself ensconced in crack.

Turning back towards Quintus, she made direct eye contact with him, her brow still lightly furrowed as she did so. "I would say let's catch up as the old friends that we are, but I somehow feel as if neither of us has much interest in perpetuating social graces at this moment in time." She perched on the arm of a supple black leather chair, running one hand through long flowing hair as she did so, casually pushing it off of her face. "Somebody showed up on Agiad'coda....somebody who should not have known where it was located." That was another secret that she kept closely guarded, perhaps especially so. "With wounds that looked as if they were your work." A knowing glance was shot between the two of them. She would not speak the name aloud, not in this place, her almost neurotic need for secrecy deeply rooted. "That person had a death wish, one that I granted. He should trouble us no more." She took a moment, waiting for the gravity of this news to sink in.

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#5 Posted by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_:

Two fingers aggressively motioned for the widowed Sanguine to enter as the Iron Mamba stood off to the side of the recently opened door. Nodding down the hall, again an instructed command of muted temperament apathetically served as navigation for the new arrival. The Xsoteric's stoic voice faintly lingered in the air with a stern and almost agitated cadence before a series of unsightly looking mutants exited his study, heads hung low in shame, or possibly even anger.

Emotionally unsettled, Quintus' posture never the less continued to exhibit the trademark composure readily recognized as belonging to the Martial Arts Mamba. Gazing upon his ecliptic literary archive hoping to elevate his stress through the immersion of iconic dissertation, a quaint grin befell his flawless facial features. Stylishly extracting Nietzsche's "Twilight of Idols" the Knightfall Polymath welcomed Ms. Sheridan with less then ceremonious decorum. "All alone today? No little one in tow?" still looking upon the nihilistic pages rudely void of eye contact. "And here I was hoping to finally meet this secret niece of mine." slamming the book closed, after having revealed he knew the truth. "So....where would you like to begin then?"

Inquisitive purple eyes glanced at the stoic female figure, immediately recognizing an Arashikage, and somehow found herself entirely not surprised that Quintus would have one, presumably several, under his wing here. Respectfully inclining her dark-haired head in her direction, Mercy continued into the room.

Remaining in a standing position, she casually tucked her hands into the pockets of the fitted blazer, a single eyebrow raised in silent bemusement as Quintus's unique mannerisms were displayed before her. She could tell from the line of his shoulders, the minute mannerisms that he believed were hidden from her, from the world, that he was struggling under some weight. Mercy never pretended to fully understand the way that Quintus's mind worked - nobody ever would - but she had very specific glances into the cracks of his persona, glances that were uinique to her. She was, after all, the one who had given almost a year of her life to save his daughter...a daughter who was now dead at the hands of a ruthless assassin.

Pulling herself from dangerously introspective thought, Mercy plastered a smile on her face, one that would fool the world but would most likely not fool the ever astute Quintus. Her heartbeat elevated momentarily at the mention of her daughter. That brought the grand total of those with knowledge of Catriona's existence up to four outside of her parents, and one of those four was now deceased.

"Secret is the key word there, mon ami. The Knightfall children of the world don''t fare so well." Her tone was wistful, and there was a clear unspoken condolence there with regards to his own daughter.

Turning to the bookshelf, Mercy almost absentmindedly ran her finger along the spine of a seemingly ancient text, one that Ellie had procured as a test for Jayden during their younger years. Her shoulders rose and fell, as she let one minute modicum of the armor she kept herself ensconced in crack.

Turning back towards Quintus, she made direct eye contact with him, her brow still lightly furrowed as she did so. "I would say let's catch up as the old friends that we are, but I somehow feel as if neither of us has much interest in perpetuating social graces at this moment in time." She perched on the arm of a supple black leather chair, running one hand through long flowing hair as she did so, casually pushing it off of her face. "Somebody showed up on Agiad'coda....somebody who should not have known where it was located." That was another secret that she kept closely guarded, perhaps especially so. "With wounds that looked as if they were your work." A knowing glance was shot between the two of them. She would not speak the name aloud, not in this place, her almost neurotic need for secrecy deeply rooted. "That person had a death wish, one that I granted. He should trouble us no more." She took a moment, waiting for the gravity of this news to sink in.

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#6 Edited by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

@la_espada: Now showing replies in the thread right away?

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#7 Edited by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

@psyknight: Sometimes I miss those times

@la_espada: I actually definitely agree, you know that I get restless sometimes :P

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#8 Posted by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

@la_espada: That is the one that's always settled best with me, so I suppose I'll stick with it ;)

@mercy_: I just wish Jude Law was more blonde. I can't seem shake him for a RL look though.

He always really fit how I pictured PsyKnight in my mind, and the mood you evoked when writing him. I remember the Psy/Ren interactions from LW. Those were a lot of fun.

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#9 Edited by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

I still don't really have a real life look nailed down for M

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#10 Posted by Mercy_ (92257 posts) - - Show Bio

@johnnyz256 said:

@youngjustice:

I've flagged threads before; the idea of calling out mods, though, seems like telling on someone to me. It makes me feel like someone is saying, "Mommy, Petey is in the cookies again!"

They're pretty much exactly the same function with regards to their end result. Calling us out all the time instead of flagging can get a little irritating (especially when it's the same people doing it multiple times instead of just flagging), but it can also be a more expedient option. Sometimes things get really heated in the battle forum, and there isn't always a mod going through the flag queue (or browsing the forums) 24/7, and if a user notices a mod online, it could suit them better to @reply that moderator that they've seen online and get their immediate attention (or PM them/us, which is something that happens relatively often), rather than allowing a heated situation to just grow and grow.

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