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If I had a million dollars, I'd buy you a green dress!

Who: Sync, Florian, Nephry, Peony, and Ion.
What: A mugging and a family reunion all at once!
When: Tuesday, August 6th
Where: Somewhere between High Town and the Lake
Summary: Two brother's accidentally mug their third brother's adoptive parents and stuff goes down and basically all the greenhaired kids are dumb.
Rating: T for Tales of Shenanigans

Basically a free-for-all since 5-person threads are unwieldy but here's the basic idea:

>SYNC AND FLORIAN DO SOMETHING STUPID
>GET ASSES HANDED TO THEM
>GET DRAGGED HOME
>"ION, EXPLAIN!!"
>ALL GREENHEADS ARE DUMB
>SUDDENLY FAMILY
>THE END

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[Ion wasn't the only one that Sync had been dragging around this week. He's dragging Florian into place now, before crossing his arms and thinking about it. He usually didn't do the whole mugging thing...but he was starting to get a little desperate.

Okay. Maybe more than desperate. Kids have to eat too.]

You better do exactly as I tell you, okay? We can't screw up or else we'll be in a lot of trouble. Understand?

[Florian nods seriously, making a vague attempt at standing to attention. He'd been getting pretty hungry lately, and if doing this meant food, then...]

I got it! Don't worry, I can do this.

[Totally confident!!]

[Does he really have this.......

He's just. Going to eye Florian skeptically.]

Are you sure you don't want me to go over it again?

[JUST. MAKING SURE HERE.]

Of course I can. It won't be that hard.

[Not that he's...ever tried this before......]

[. . .]

Fine. [He huffs, and watches around his cover, waiting for the first unsuspecting victim.] You're still on your own if you get caught.

[Best lil bro ever.]

[...]

Do you think I'll get caught?

[Where's the trust...]

[He has no trust.]

Do you really have to ask?

[He's just. Staring at you, Florian.]

Yes.

[Staring back. Did you expect a different answer?]

[Maybe he shouldn't have. He facepalms a little bit.]

Let's just say I wouldn't be surprised.

Why not? I won't get caught, I promise!

[Eyeing him...]

You've said that before, though. Do you know how many times I've had to drag you out of stuff?

[...Actually thinking about this. He doesn't seem to be counting his fingers, though he is staring pretty seriously at his hands.]

.....Eleven?

[Wait just a second--]

You seriously counted??

No I didn't.

[Is he lying? Is he not??]

Then where did eleven come from?

[Worst robbers ever.]

I thought it sounded right.

[You mean best, right?]

...I should've figured it was something like that.

[He can't even.]

Eleven's not too many! Right?

I don't know! It's not like I'm keeping track or anything!

I'm not either, though...

[HUFF for who knows how many times it's been at this point--]

Whatever. There's no point in arguing about this.

[The area between High Town and the Lake has always been the safer side of town, so even Peony has grown a little careless with what is on hand. Though his fault lies not in how he carries his wallet since he always tucks it in his pocket out of sight, but in how much he carries on himself some days. Like today, when he forgets to leave it at home when his wife suggests they go for a nice walk about.

So, if one has a really good eye, they may notice that one of his pockets is fat.]

[It hadn't been like they'd been waiting too long, but Sync had been getting impatient anyway. So when Peony comes along...he's itching to go.

But it's Florian up first, so he looks over at his brother and motions for him to go. Hopefully...this will work.]

[Okay, time to go! Florian takes off at a run, aiming to crash into his target and knock the man off balance. And he does successfully crash into him! Even manages to get the wallet out, maybe, though if he does it ends up on the ground pretty fast as he scrambles to get away.

Hope you don't mind losing all your money, Peony!]

[The biggest surprise is not that someone's trying to steal from her husband. It happens, it's been more frequent after the strike, and usually he is more careful about advertising his pocket contents. Still, the tackle takes Nephry off-guard enough that she can't quite manage to grab the boy as he attempts the theft.

She can certainly shout, however.]

Stop that!

[It feels a little like a slow mode movie scene when Florian crashes into him causing him to stumble backward. One reason for that is because Peony can hear his wife shouting loud enough to distract his focus from the little pick-pocket. The other reason is because he can feel his wallet being pulled right out of his pocket when he can do little than more than try to regain some balance.

Once he does regain some footing (enough to turn at least), however, he finds Florian already scrambling away at a dizzy-inducing pace. Though he's not quite ready to give up on his wallet just yet so he stumbles forward in pursuit!]

Hey!

[Sadly, the shouting does nothing to stop this kid for running like his life depends on it. Which it might? It sure feels like it does.

All he's gotta do is turn that corner, and he'll be home free!! This is what he tells himself as he runs at a breakneck pace towards--the ground. It seems he tried to run so fast he couldn't keep up with himself...or maybe he tripped on a rock. Either way, there's a crash landing a good distance away from the hapless couple.]

...Ow.

[Okay, Sync's trying SO HARD not to facepalm, but he's running towards Florian. He takes his knife out as well, ready to use it should the couple try to get in their way of escaping.]

Come on! Get up! We have to get out of here!

[He'll hold down his free hand towards Florian--though keeping a wary eye on the two, one who seemed to be in pursuit...]

[Though Nephry still has to catch her bearings, in the confusion that voice is so familiar that she scolds automatically.]

Ion, what's the meaning of this?

[Ion? The name itself catches Peony off guard enough that his steps falter and come to a complete stop. And it's a good thing too because as his eyes travel up to find Ion, he spots the knife which could have only meant bad things for him if he moved any closer without noticing it. Shit.

Though the knife had successfully done its part in making him nervous, if this was really Ion's doing then there was nothing to worry about. Or so he thought. When he looked between the pickpocket and the partner in crime, his eyes could only widen in bewilderment. Holy ...cow!

Which

one

was

Ion?]

I'm up, I'm up!

[Saying this, Florian uses a hand to push himself back up on his feet, the other hand on his hat to keep it on--it'd gotten loose when he tripped.

Once he's reached Sync's side though, he can't help pausing for a moment to look curiously back at the stranger who'd called...neither of their names. Sorry Sync.]

Ion?

[Ion?

That kid he'd met before, right? That was who they were asking about...right? What does Ion have anything to do with these two?

Okay, he'll ask about it later. For now, their confusion is going to be their next break away attempt. So he'll be shoving Florian in the direction of their exit, trying to keep him on his toes as well.]

Come on, let's go!

[And he'll be trying to make his getaway too...]

[Oh, but Nephry has recovered enough to grab one of them; right now it doesn't matter which. She has a pretty firm grip. (It's probably Florian.)]

You'll stay and explain yourselves, or we will send for the authorities.

[When his parents came back with his two brothers in tow, Ion knew he had made a mistake. He should have told them earlier. He shouldn't have let this become a surprise. He should have let his brothers know who his parents were so they wouldn't accidentally get hit by one of their usual crime sprees. But more than anything, he should have offered them more help to keep something like this from happening in the first place.]

[He knows he has to talk to his parents first, though regardless of whoever makes the first move towards having a talk about this, Ion will still start out the same.]

...I can explain.

--

[But after things get squared away with his parents and it becomes evident that they're actually going to welcome the two boys into their family, Ion is ecstatic. Sure, there was still no telling how those in the aristocracy would react to the news that the Malkuth family adopted two more street children -- but for now, that didn't matter. Right now, all Ion wanted to do was focus on the fact that his brothers were here and they could finally act as real brothers should! He'll be just finishing up giving them a tour of the place before they should be getting ready bed.]

--and then this is your room, Sync. [Despite being just a spare room, it's already pretty well furnished, just as Florian's had been.] It's a bit bigger than the others, but hopefully that shouldn't be a problem.

Edited 2013-08-08 20:51 (UTC)

[They don't usually do things this way, with the two of them standing and Ion seated in front of them. That ought to tell him how serious they are. Theft and assault, by children, children that their son knew were not only related to him but in the area committing crimes-

Nephry has to fight quite hard not to scowl.]

I should hope so.

[You would think that a kid who isn't used to living in luxury would be excited about all of this. But...he actually still looks kind of neutral as he steps into the room.]

It'll do, I guess. [He's still not sure what to think of all this; it felt like one moment he was trying to steal from (what he hadn't known at the time) Ion's parents and now he was here. It seemed kind of off, somehow. Too good to be true.] ...Why are you doing this?

[Even AU'd he doesn't understand good things.]

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