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Started September 24, 2019 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Vida made her cup almost more milk and sugar than it was coffee, then passed them on before taking a sip.

Cyrus stirred a little bit where he had fallen asleep, but he didn’t quite wake.

Thalia nodded at the message and gestured for the guard to cuff her. A short while later, they arrived at the training grounds and she gestured to the materials in the room. "You can use any weapon in here but I warn you, dont try attacking any of us or there will be hell to pay."

Esmae walked over and examined the weapon. Which would be best? She decided on a spear. It was light, move fast and keep the enemy at bay if needed. As soon as her hand touch the weapon she was pulled back by her hair. She fell back and was being dragged around. Okay a spear isn't the best in this kind of situation. She let go of it and reached back grabbing one of person leg making them fall. They let go of her hair and when she turned there were two more. "Great." Nikona decided to come see the fight in person. She wasn't going to miss this. "Her long hair has to go. It just get in the way."

Thalia whistled and the fight paused. She walked over to Esmae and grabbed her arm with an iron grip. She pulled her away from the mats and nodded at the guard who restrained her. "Looks like your getting a haircut little dove." She grinned.

Sparrow finished her coffee and put her cup in the sink before taking the seat next to Cyrus and putting g her head next to him on the table.

Cyrus woke up completely when Sparrow sat by him. He picked up a hand and run his fingers over her hair lazily.
He muttered a good morning, but it was weak, almost unintelligible.

Sparrow smiled and turned her head looking at him with tired eyes. "Morning love, had a nice sleep?" She asked

"What, no." Esmae loved her hair, and it took years for it to get this long. "I said no!" She tried to get away, but it was no use, just like all the others. She was set in a chair. Her hands locked in straps, along with her ankles. A different person came in and started to cut. All Esmae could do was watch at this point. It will grow out again. When they were done, she had cut just above her shoulders. "Let her go and finish the fight." She wanted to cry a bit, but there was no use in doing that. They let her go and she continued her fight.

Uriah grabbed a cup of coffee for himself and sat at the table. Caleb following behind. The smell of coffee in the morning was his favorite. There was an awkward silence between Uriah and Caleb. You could tell they didn't really like each other, but they cared for the same girl. Which made things difficult.

Sparrow smiled and turned her head looking at him with tired eyes. "Morning love, had a nice sleep?" She asked

Cyrus laughed halfheartedly. “No, not really. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I was just working and thinking and…”

(Wait nah it’s too late)

(You still could.)

Luna watched the interactions for a moment before heading over to where Katya was. She sat down next to her daughter, "Are you doing okay?"

Katya gave Luna a silent nod as she sipped at the coffee. Luna smelled the coffee and gave Katya a little grin, "Aren't you too young to drink coffee?"

Katya glared a little at Luna as a smile threatened to peak on her lips as she pulled the cup closer. She shook her head and Luna gave a nod, "Okay, I'll let you keep your coffee."

The two sat in a comfortable silence just watching the rest of the group interact together.

Sparrow smiled at him and held his hand. "Want some coffee? Nathan made a lot for everyone." Nathan raised his cup in greeting.

Thalia grinned at Esmae's expression and clicked her pen. "Little dove, don't cry. It was only a trim." She said before laughing and gesturing for the guards to continue the fight.

Name: Cassius Herminius (this isn't his real name, it's more of a pseudonym that he treats like his real name, but it's pretty obvious it's not his actual name because of the weird Roman naming conventions. However, no one really knows his actual name- including myself, I'll have to come up with that later)
Nickname: Cass
Age: 21
Personality: Kind of sadistic, a creep, very cunning and smart but uses it to manipulate, perceptive and very little gets past him, charismatic and secretive, hides behind many masks
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: 5’9, thin, paper-white complexion and a slight flush over his cheeks, dark auburn-brown hair, dark brown nearly black eyes
Background: I figure he was part of Black Claw and he’s about the cubs’ age and as such feels a lot of bitterness towards them
Guild: Dark Gemini
Outfits: Has a long black jacket that he wears over everything. Dresses fairly relaxed and casual, always long pants, likes shirts that button down, known to wear the occasional wacky pattern
Shipping: Heck yeah
Character alignment: chaotic neutral, leaning a little more towards evil
Hobbies: writing, pickpocketing
Fav weapons: manipulation, but usually opts for poison or crossbow for actual murder
Most skilled at: stealth killing, smooth-talking
Pet: ferret named Sable
Other:

"I'm not crying." She stood and walked back over to the three people waiting for her. She was about to take her anger out on them. They all came at her at once. She ran over and grabbed the spear, swinging it at (We'll call them Red, Blue, Green.) Red's legs knock them to the ground. Green came from behind and jumped trying to get on her back, but Esmae crouched sending him over her. Do they know how to fight at all? Esmae rolled her eyes and looked to Blue. He was a bit bigger than the others, but Esmae wasn't too worried about it. He charged after her and took a swing at her head but she dodged. He seemed to know more of what he was doing than the others did. The fighting went on for a while, a lot longer than Esmae should have the energy for, but it the end Esmae's experience and knowledge is what helped her win. "Done. Now are we done? I need to eat." She was starving after working out right away.

"No, you aren't done. I want you to try and attack me." Thalia smirked, rolling up her sleeves, and clicking her forearms togather. "Unless you're afraid I'll beat you little dove."

"Listen, I don't know if you think I'm stupid, but I'm not. And I'm not the impulsive do before I think girl like I was a few years ago. I'm not fighting you, because I know I will lose." Nikona laughed. She's amusing. Nikona put her hand on Thalia's shoulder. "She's smart. I made the right choice. Thalia, continue." Esmae's eyes widened, there was no way she was going to win. She took a dash to the weapon stand hoping to find something that may slow her down.

Uriah stood, not wanting to be near Caleb right now. "So, where should we begin?" He took another sip of his coffee. He had no idea where to start.

Caleb stood and walked over to Katya. "Hey how are you feeling?" After some sleep, maybe she felt a bit better.

Thalia nodded and smirked, taking off her shirt and pants, revealing a loose tank top and a pair of shorts. She tapped her forearms again and removed the gloves from her hands, walking around the mats in a very slow manner. "Choose whatever weapons you want little dive, you wont be able to land a hit in me."

Katya looked up at Caleb and Luna went to go and talk to the other adults in the room. Katya thought for a moment before shrugging. She was very quiet when she responded, "Better, I guess."

Esmae grabbed two short swords, one for each hand. "We'll see about that." She sound around and ran straight towards Thalia. She might not be able to hit her, but she can get damn close. Immediately she went for the head. If she could kill her, then that would be even better.

Cassius had caught news of the girl they had captured, so once he had the time, he came to the room where she was. He walked in on a fight about to happen.
“Ladies, ladies… is this even necessary?”
He suddenly lost focus when he saw her hair.
“You cut her hair?!”

(By the way, I'm changing the length of her hair. It's just above her shoulders instead of a pixie cut.)
Esmae stopped at the voice and turned. "My hair?" Who is this guy? She turned back to Thalia and backed away. She was not about to get hit because she got distracted. "And who are you exactly?" Esmae held up the swords just in case. Is he a weird Cyborg as well?

“Cassius,” he replied curtly, eying Esmae up and down.
“God, I leave for a little bit to get some damned work done and they go do shit like this!”

"What does my hair have to do with you?" Esmae finally relaxed. This guy is crazy. Putting the swords down she crossed her arms, she really wanted to hear his answer. He acted as if he owned her. Which he didn't, no one did.