ROLEPLAY HQ - raymond-florence

"Get ya' papers! Papers papers!" To be asking for someone to buy them wasn't the best ideas, perhaps the fellow would be stripped of his savings from a hard day's work later by a group of others who in some said they 'needed it more'. Then again, this was Indianapolis after everything that had happened. Mutants still ran wild, god bless those that went out at night to maybe fetch some milk or other things. Those that went out at night, barely ever returned. At least, those that had their own weaponry or perhaps those that weren't really.. Human, per say. There were rumors that flew from the mouths of what were left of townsfolk. Most of it had to do with the church, others saying that when they attended they saw the shadows of devils, the red eyes of the devil himself, but those were just rumors, no? Oh, if only they knew of their so called 'evil' that lurked there. Perhaps, the group of five were never really evil at all. "A paper, please." The boy looked up at the multiple figures, all clothed in different fabric that covered their skin up to their eyes. One wore what looked to be false lashes and the other having.. Quite the odd colored eyes. Though, he couldn't judge, could he? He calmly handed over a paper. "Twenty caps." "Twenty? For.. Out dated paper? For at least a couple of years?" He grew stiff, looking at the paper and then at the maiden in front of him. "Five." "Good price." She said, pulling out the caps and handing them over. The four of the other women followed, seemingly young as they stepped through the walls of the inn. Things were never boring here, especially not for the maiden and her so called 'children'... @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

There was the keeper of the name whose name was John and surname was Raymond, most referring to him as the latter. About two years ago, he had been running the inn with a woman named Alice, both sharing the work and prospering as much as they could. However, it had come to pass that when a bounty huntress had been in search of her daughter, she would run off with her, ultimately fulfilling their goal and soon being taken to wife by said huntress. Due to her change in sudden lifestyle, she was compelled to leave the inn into the hands of Raymond. Although the two would often keep each other updated as time went by via letters, it just wasn't the same without her. Heretofore had he been a lonely veteran of the war that had changed the world into what it now was. He had witnessed death, mutation, and other unimaginable horrors that he would not wish upon his bitterest of foes, all of this scarring him and turning him into a shy, broken mess. As a result of his tarnished state of mind, he was given the nickname, "The Toothless Pitbull" to mock him. Now, he was alone yet again, with only the mocking patrons to keep him company and fulfill the role of being a grievous nuisance. Moving on, he was intently staring at the newspaper right in front of him. Hearing about the rumors in town, he hoped to find the latest scoop on recent events. His anxious, worried self caused him to fret over everything he had heard talk of, even leading him to warn Alice about it, though she lived several hundred miles away from him now. Thankfully however, he was brought back to reality as one of the patrons banged their fists on the table to get his attention. Once he stood at attention, they requested of him a pint of booze to which he immediately complied, tossing the newspaper into the other room where his letters and other writing materials were located.

It wasn't long before the so called 'mother' and her four children had followed behind her. All varied in age, the one in the blue seemingly the oldest and trying to be in charge as she ignored the man at the counter and went to find a table for them. However, the one in black with lashes that flapped like wings on her eyelids, she paid mind to him. She had one child, cloaked in red fabric that clung to her. The child looked to be asleep, out cold and silent. The tall woman turned, and though perhaps it was covered by the fabric, there must've been a genuine smile beneath her wear. "Good evening, friend. Do you perhaps have some sort of er.. Menu?" Her accent wasn't thick but it wasn't smooth either. She wasn't from here for the matter, but did most people need to know that? The other two stood behind her, standing next to one another in colors of yellow and orange. They looked intent, hungry, even. When the one in blue called them, they scurried off, leaving their supposed mother and their sleeping sister and eagerly sitting down to eat. The woman, tall and perhaps wearing heels underneath that did make her taller, she was kind. She wasn't too talkative. But she was nice. Perhaps she came from the church.

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Kars

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Once he had served the aforementioned patron their glass, he had went to reach his paper again, that was until the cloaked stranger had made her way toward the bar. Almost within seconds, Raymond was already intimidated by her mere presence. The five foot ten inch woman had towered over him, though he was only a couple inches shorter than him. However, the sight of her supposed daughters caused him to breathe an internal sigh of relief, even causing him to feel sympathy towards her. For all he knew, she was a mother of four who was trying to provide for her own. Nevertheless, it pained him to just look at them. They were a continual reminder that he was alone in the world and that he hadn't anyone to rely on but himself. Nevertheless, he had to move forward in life until the day he died. Once the stranger had asked her question, he cleared his throat before saying, "Why of course, the menu is right here, next the drinks." he said as he pointed towards it. His voice, like Florence, was quite peculiar. It sounded like an amalgam between both an American and British accent. As a result, it's hard to pin point where he exactly came from whether it be from the States or in Europe. Nevertheless, all anyone knew was that he showed up with Alice one day and started up the business. Moving on, he continued, saying, "I do warn you however, our food options are a bit limited to say the least, I only serve beef, chicken, and brown rice if I can get a hold of it."

*The woman looked over at the menu, and it seemed that the child that lay her head on her mothers shoulder was starting to awake. She also glanced at the menu, whispering something to the woman. She chuckled, patting her daughters head and then walking back over to her children. They talked for a moment, though it seemed all of them had such different personalities from one another. The oldest was a bit rude, but the twins were even deciding who’d be their new friend, while the youngest one seemed to favor her mother as her only friend. The mother rose from her chair and walked over. “We got a bit of a large order, I hope you don’t mind..” The smallest is eyeing Raymond, smiling, though when she does it seems she has a good mouthful of angry white teeth. That’s one scary child.

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump Raymond looked at her worryingly before glancing over towards the patrons. Because of how busy it could get, he spent less time focusing on food and more upon drinks and lodging. Seeing that he had to deal with a family of five, he had this gut feeling that his other patrons would be much displeased with his course of actions. Nevertheless, seeing Uselia smiling at him filled him with a sense of paternal love, even if she had sharp teeth. As a result, he nodded his head in agreement and said, "Not at all, just know that it might take a while. Oh, and please do not mind if the patrons get rowdy, they tend to...well, it's best not to think about it."

“Understandable. If needed well handle them and so on. I don’t let someone get bullied when they do good work.” The woman says, also smiling beneath the black that covered her head and the rest of her body. “Four orders of steak with brown rice and uh.. Just a small glass of whiskey for me. It doesn’t make me drunk, no, but it’s a bit of simmering.” She says, adjusting the child to which she tapped her mothers shoulder, asking to be let down. So that’s what the mother did, let her slide down and off to the table she scrambled. The woman turned again. She had beautiful eyes, brown with a hint of maroon. There probably wasn’t much human in her, maybe something else. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump Nodding his head, he'd grab a clipboard and write down their order and the total amount, 45 caps, before handing it to the woman. Before he left however, he intently looked towards the child as she ran off. He knew that the people here weren't the most civilized, especially since they took advantage of his timid demeanor. Once he believed she was safe however, he moved on and served the stranger a glass of whiskey before moving on. To make a long story short, Raymond began to cook the food. He first placed the rice into a pot of boiling water that had been mixed with lime. Then, he proceeded to grill the four slices of steak, adding a little bit of oregano in the process. As he was doing all this, he often took the time to look at a portrait that was above the grill. It was a photo that Alice had sent her during her wedding, containing both her, the bounty huntress, and even the god daughter to which they had rescued together. It reminded him that, no matter how hard it may be, he should still keep going, for her sake. They started together and he was by no means going to give up so quickly.

As for the woman, Florence, she had sat down with her children and now was quietly sipping her whiskey while making conversation with the four that were there. The youngest sat on her lap while the two in orange and yellow on either side while the one in blue sat in front of her. They were quiet, perhaps too quiet for it to be a little odd as the other patrons were around the bar. Only, things were about to get a little more interesting.

One of the patrons at the bar was a man, seemingly he had lost it all. His wife had taken his children and ran as fast as her two feet could take her with both children. His job? Taken, and now the only thing that seemed to numb majority of it was the endless stream of alcoholic beverages that he wasted the last amount of caps he had on it. He was holding a glass of beer, having gotten tired of the bitter aftertaste of whiskey and demanded something new. Through a drunken angry haze, he was eyeing the bartender. Why wasn't he doing his job?! He wanted more beer! He had barely any left! He slammed his fist onto the counter, standing up halfway and shouting from across the bar. "AYE BITCH BOY! GIVE ME ANOTHER!" @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

Just as Raymond had finish preparing their steak, he was alarmed by the shouting. Once he had set the meat on four individual plates, he peeked his head out towards the drunk before letting out a sigh of frustration. That man had been pestering him since the early morning hours and had been the main source of his stress that day. Doing his best to please him, he said, "Friend, haven't you had more than your fill today? Please. use whatever caps you have left to grab yourself a room at least! And please, no cursing! There are children here!" He was very much grieved by the man's presence but he didn't know what to do in this scenario. His partner, Alice, had often done the talking and had even shot patrons that were too unruly. Unfortunately, he lacked this trait and didn't know what to do in this scenario so he tried resolving things peacefully.

(( @Kars Forgot to ping, my bad.

Florence had been watching, eyes narrowing as she quietly sat and sipped what was left of the whiskey in her cup. She had her hand on her thigh, tracing the patterns of her spare blade if she needed it. Her daughter notices it too, and she's doing the same.

As for the drunk when Raymond addressed him, he seemed to get only angrier. He's inhaling hard and exhaling like he was choking. He's ANGRY, and Raymond is no longer his tender but his enemy. He practically leaps the counter, and though he's a bit smaller than the woman he's built like a gun. He grabs Raymond by the scuff of his shirt, shaking him like some sort of doll and yelling at him in drunken gibberish. He's shouting, SCREAMING at him. Though he doesn't notice the new shadow that's now towering over him. "YOU HEARD ME-"

Florence had been watching, eyes narrowing as she quietly sat and sipped what was left of the whiskey in her cup. She had her hand on her thigh, tracing the patterns of her spare blade if she needed it. Her daughter notices it too, and she's doing the same.

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump Too busy to focus on anything else, Raymond was practically screaming his lungs out for help. Before he had grabbed him, he attempted to reach for his handgun but the boracho was too fast to let him do so. Seeing that he was out of options, he shouted, NO, PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! DON'T! AHHHH- HELP-"

With a quick thwack on the back of the neck, Florence pulls the now knocked out man aside so that his dead weight didn't fall onto Raymond. She looks a bit scarier, though with a strange ease she lifts him over her shoulder and after tossing him out the door she folds her hands, turning to Raymond and the other few that are at the bar. "I have four children here, enough violence." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump Raymond fell onto his knees as he coughed uncontrollably. Tears streamed through his eyes before splashing onto the wooden floorboards. Once he caught his breath, he stood up and realized that Florence had intervened. Breathing a great sigh of relief, he rejoiced, saying "Oh thank you, kind stranger! Had it not been for you, I would've most certainly perished. Forget having to pay, t-this one is on the house!" And, just like that, he ran off and swiftly grabbed their dishes, placing it onto the table where her daughters were currently sitting at.

Raymond fell onto his knees as he coughed uncontrollably. Tears streamed through his eyes before splashing onto the wooden floorboards. Once he caught his breath, he stood up and realized that Florence had intervened. Breathing a great sigh of relief, he rejoiced, saying "Oh thank you, kind stranger! Had it not been for you, I would've most certainly perished. Forget having to pay, t-this one is on the house!" And, just like that, he ran off and swiftly grabbed their dishes, placing it onto the table where her daughters were currently sitting at.

@John Raymond (@⚧Billy_Yank⚧) - jump Florence raised her brows, looking at him and then at the food that was being delivered to her children. They were happy, surely by the way they were absolutely devouring the food they had gotten. She laid a hand on his shoulder once he came back, seemingly concerned with the state of his wellbeing. "Not need for a thank you, friend. I'll still pay. That's what I do and of course it's.. Not right for people to be doing that."

Florence raised her brows, looking at him and then at the food that was being delivered to her children. They were happy, surely by the way they were absolutely devouring the food they had gotten. She laid a hand on his shoulder once he came back, seemingly concerned with the state of his wellbeing. "Not need for a thank you, friend. I'll still pay. That's what I do and of course it's.. Not right for people to be doing that."

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump Slightly jumping at her touch, Raymond turned his head towards her. Maybe I overreacted, perhaps I was too generous? he thought to himself. In spite of his relief, he still had worry written all over his face. Nevertheless, he still felt that he owed her an explanation, thus he responded by saying, "A-Ah, well...I'm sorry about that. I suppose I've just had enough near death-experiences to last me a life time that it's worn me all out; I'm barely in my thirties and already I feel like an old man." He wasn't exaggerating, well, not completely that is. Though his hair was mostly dark brown, there were still clear signs of greying, mostly on his mustache. Moreover, he also had bags underneath his eyes, clear signs of being overworked and past traumatic events that had occurred before during his time in the military.

Slightly jumping at her touch, Raymond turned his head towards her. Maybe I overreacted, perhaps I was too generous? he thought to himself. In spite of his relief, he still had worry written all over his face. Nevertheless, he still felt that he owed her an explanation, thus he responded by saying, "A-Ah, well...I'm sorry about that. I suppose I've just had enough near death-experiences to last me a life time that it's worn me all out; I'm barely in my thirties and already I feel like an old man." He wasn't exaggerating, well, not completely that is. Though his hair was mostly dark brown, there were still clear signs of greying, mostly on his mustache. Moreover, he also had bags underneath his eyes, clear signs of being overworked and past traumatic events that had occurred before during his time in the military.

@John Raymond (@⚧Billy_Yank⚧) - jump "I understand how you feel, friend. Trust me. I should know when I rescued all four of them over there. If needed, do you need assistance with the bar? Maybe someone to help do the dishes and fix things up or perhaps keep the overly drunks out of this area?" If anything, Florence feels so bad for him. She understands the feeling, though perhaps she hid it beneath the folds of her skin and deep within her bones. As per her children described it as. She's a bit muscular up close, perhaps that was how she got the man who easily to be thrown out of the actual bar. Her daughter in blue watches them from nearby, quietly poking at the steak. She's hungry, but she's upset as well.

"U-Uhm...well..." Raymond pondered the question as he caressed his chin. He didn't like to ask help from others as it just didn't feel right. At the same time however, he realized that one of day, he could end up in a situation similar to what he had just face and might not come back out alive. Therefore, he chose to swallow his pride and keep them around. "It would be deeply appreciated. You see, I once had a daughter who helped serve drinks and drive away the undesirables. H-However, a bounty huntress had come to our establishment and she chose to join her. Th-That was a year ago now...already they're married and I heard that they're trying for a child. Heh...silly, I wonder how that would work out." He paused for a moment, examining the physique of the person she was talking to. She was...tall, very tall, and buff as well. This all attracted Raymond, but once he saw that he was losing sight of what he was suppose to be discussing with her, he blushed and cleared his throat, saying, "B-But I digress! L-Listen, I hate violence, especially after the great war that plunged us into this hell hole. I-I would have you do the dishes for me, but no matter what, I know they'll always grow impatient with me. So, perhaps it would be best if you...well, throw them out. Moreover, I may not be as strong as I used to be, but I still know how to use a gun. I have firearms laying around in case things get violent. They're mostly handguns and long guns that I had found during my time in the army, but they still function nonetheless. I hope you don't have to use them b-but if you do, please m-make it as quick and painless as you can be. They are nothing more than wayward children who have lost their path in life. O-Other than that, I will pay you as much as I can, but do keep in mind that I need to look after the inn and myself."

Florence is silent for a while, though she's been listening. She's noticed Raymond sort of checking her out, yes, but to not further embarrass her new friend anymore than he already was, she only nods in response and gives a threatening look to the other angry men at the bar. They straighten, and she turns back to him. "Payment isn't needed, my friend. All I ask is that me and my daughters can stay here while I help out at this place. The church is comfy, yes, but sometimes it gets a little crowded and a bit loud especially with mass in the early morning for my oldest.." He's not bad, no, especially for Florence, but why is she checking him out? Get it together, Flo. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose and then clearing her throat herself. "I won't need any weaponry. I can handle them myself. But if needed then my oldest is an excellent shot. Just hand it to her and she'll handle it pretty easy.."

Gina watches from a distance, hand clenching on the fork that she's poking her fork with. She'd have a talk with her mother later, because this was damn well ridiculous. She wasn't one to be in her mother's personal business, but she didn't trust anyone and she wouldn't be trusting anyone anytime soon. She narrowed her eyes, though now she resumed cutting her little sister's steak. "I don't like it here.."

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Kars

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Why of course!" Raymond said as he nodded his head in approval. "The rooms are hardly being used this time of year, so you have plenty to choose from. Just be aware that I tend to wake up early. Usually to write and receive letters for my daughter. However, I tend to have...well...break downs, to say the least. S-Speaking of which, I need to go to the post office to see if she has sent anything yet. W-Why don't you start by choosing whatever rooms you and your daughters would prefer. Then, make sure my patrons don't break anything?" (( @Kars

"If they break something.. I promise you they'll be out of your hair." She said, smiling sweetly before turning back to the bar. She had worked alongside a bartender for a couple of years and knew to make most drinks, hell, even her eldest knew how to make some of them. She hung her coat on the side, removing her veil. She's not old but she's not young either. Perhaps in her early to mid 30's, though she seemed maybe a bit young with all the children she had. She motioned for the children to go pick, and when they paused eating their steak they raced upstairs.

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

Nodding his head in approval. Raymond went behind the bar and waited until Florence's daughters had left to choose their rooms. Once they did he knelt down and began reaching for something, albeit with much difficulty. During this time, he turned his head towards Florence and said, "I don't think I've gotten your name, may I ask who I may refer to you as?"

@Kars ))

Florence turned to him, though she quickly poured an angry patron a glass of water before she answered him. When turning to him fully, she had a couple of facial scars. They weren't much, but surely deep, especially around her eyelids. "..Florence. Or Martel. Either is fine. That's my first and last." She turned back to those at the bar, eyes narrowing at the angry victim who wanted to drink his heart away.

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ )))

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Martel. You can refer to me either as John or Raymond, whatever you prefer. Ah! There it is!" *Raymond said as he pulled out his m1912 Winchester. As he did so, he stood up and pumped it, both loading a shell into the round and catching everyone else's attention. Although they had zero respect towards him, almost every patron knew he meant business when he had his shotgun out. Some were even afraid, fleeing the bar entirely. As they all turned towards him with a solemn look on their faces, he opened his mouth and began to speak.* "My dearly beloved! I mean you no harm, I only wish to have your attention for just a few minutes. After a year of working alone, I have a new partner named Ms. Martel. She will be keeping order from now on and help to serve drinks. She is not as patient with drunkards as I am, but this is simply for your own good. Please, I pray thee, do not provoke her to sudden wrath, for thine own sake. Other than that, be well, drink safe, and please, for all that is good, don't get yourselves killed!" And, just like that, everyone went back to what they were doing, albeit whilst muttering curses towards both Raymond and Florence. Lowering his shotgun into the rack again, he turned to her and said "Well, I'm off now, be safe please." Before he left however, he took his sweet time to inspect her scars. It caused him to smile, reminding him of those whom he had fought besides in times past. In spite of his behavior, he was into that sort of stuff in a woman. To have someone by his side who can protect him and keep him safe, seeing that he was no longer fit to do so. Once he realized that he was distracting himself yet again, he turned away from her and ran off, leaving the inn into her hands.

@Kars By the way, you wanna do a time skip here? Or is there a response you want to make before doing so? ))

Florence smiled, nodding to those patrons and when he left, she turned to them again. "Like he said.. I am not patient, and god forbid that you ruin anything about this lovely little inn.." She paused, the eldest stepping from her room and quietly folding her hands. She glances to her mother, and then at the patrons.

"She is not alone, and we do bite.."

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((okie

By the time Raymond had returned, it was already evening. In his hands was a small package from Alice and a small bag anti depressants. Surprisingly enough, he spent more money on medication than he did on the inn itself. Yes, he tended to it the best he could, but he also needed to look out for his own mental health. However, these two things weren't the only thing he possessed. He was physically injured, his knuckles were bloodied and his face had a gash on his cheek. Instead of looking hurt however, he looked...saddened, as though his hopes were disappointed yet again. He didn't speak to anyone the moment he entered however, he instead chose to make his way back to the bar and placed his package beneath the counter. Once he did so, he served himself a glass of water and had taken his pills just as he was told to do so before letting out a depressed sigh.

(( @Kars

By the time Raymond had returned, it was already evening. In his hands was a small package from Alice and a small bag anti depressants. Surprisingly enough, he spent more money on medication than he did on the inn itself. Yes, he tended to it the best he could, but he also needed to look out for his own mental health. However, these two things weren't the only thing he possessed. He was physically injured, his knuckles were bloodied and his face had a gash on his cheek. Instead of looking hurt however, he looked...saddened, as though his hopes were disappointed yet again. He didn't speak to anyone the moment he entered however, he instead chose to make his way back to the bar and placed his package beneath the counter. Once he did so, he served himself a glass of water and had taken his pills just as he was told to do so before letting out a depressed sigh.

@John Raymond (@⚧Billy_Yank⚧) - jump Florence had been handling those in the bar until the late hours of the night and once the final one left and when Raymond came in, she turned over the sign. She didn't exactly say anything to him yet, and she waited until he was done taking his medication that she expressed her concern. "I understand how you feel, my friend. Things are never easy." There wasn't exactly thought behind her eyes per say, though more like a block behind the maroon color. She had her sleeves rolled up, scrubbing the pint glasses and beer mugs and dishes from the meal before in the sink. "But things do get better, just takes a lot of.. Time, per say."

Raymond nodded his head as she spoke, staying silent for a solid minute as she did. Once she finished, he took the time to finish his water before planting it firmly onto the counter before saying, "I was suppose to be married years ago." After a brief moment of silence, she turned to her and chuckled, saying, "Hehe, funny, isn't it? Before all this started, I had known this one girl for about five years. We were soon to be wed, that was until the war began. I made a promise to her that once this was all over, then would we be bound together in marriage...or so I thought. When I returned home, everything was different. Those...things, had ravaged our town and she...she became one of them." His voice cracked mid sentence. "And now here I am, stuck in this inn while my own child gets the happy ending she deserved." As he said this, he pulled out a golden pocket watch they had gifted him, including another photo to keep him updated about their life. Holding it close, he said, "But life must continue. I do not exist because I want to, but because I just do. Moreover, I'll be frank with you, Ms. Martel. I haven't the foggiest clue who you are, and I do sincerely doubt that you're so called daughters are all biologically related to you. For all I know, you're just here to kill me and put an end to my dreary existence, to which I must respond by begging you not to take such course of action. M-Maybe I'm just overthinking it...I-I need rest, and so do you.**

"I can tell you one thing, my friend. You are not overthinking things and I am grateful that you chose to speak with me about it even if you just met me a couple of hours ago. I thank you for trusting me." Florence said, turning to him with a smile. She's taken her lashes and the little bits of makeup off since working, and it's clear that being a fulltime mother of four little kids has really taken a toll on her. The veil covered them most of the time, but it seems that now without it the setting in of children was showing something more. Florence had her own story of marriage, though that one wasn't as tragic as losing a love you actually loved, perhaps hers was something that was surely not meant to happen either. She paused, glancing out the window. He wouldn't come here, not yet at least. She could breathe for a bit longer. She turned back to Raymond as she put a glass underneath the bar counter for safe keeping until someone wanted taste of fermented 'juice' per say. "But I understand your pain. And I think you've noticed by now but.. My children aren't human. Never have been. Hence, why I took them in. Their families either vanished or disowned them and.. Who am I to judge?"

To be honest, Raymond didn't know how to react to that information. It frightened him, sure, but it wasn't at all surprising, remember her youngest had sharp teeth. Hoping to resonate with her, he responded by saying, "...The same could be said for mine. S-She was never actually...well, related to me... she wasn't even human either." Setting the glass into the sink, he then looked her in the eyes before continuing, "I was about to end my life one night before I ran into her. It was a pitiful sight to behold, a poor were cat writhing in the gutters without any protection from the rain. She had been chased out of her last home by some mob and had nowhere else to go. She didn't trust me at first, sure, but I took her in myself and now look where she's at in life. I do sincerely hope yours can find the same....anyways, I should head to bed, I'll see you in the morning."

(( @Kars

"Are you sure? And a cat.. Odd. Not the weirdest thing I've seen. I'll let you know if anything happens in the morning, go get some rest." She smiles, perhaps comfortable with staying up and doing things. Her eldest had come down, waving to Raymond tiredly and then sitting at the bar. Florence turns to her, and the two begin speaking with one another in supposed native language. The eldest is a bit older, blonde hair and bright blue eyes, nothing like Florence. [S]: "We'll be fine here.. I promise you."

[S]: "I don't trust him, mother. He's odd, this whole place is odd."

[S]: "He is not. You claim he's odd? Look at you and your siblings."

[S]: "..Touche."

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

By the time they were speaking, Raymond had already made his way to his room. Even if he had wave at them before entering his room, he was too tired to pay attention to what they were saying. Once he closed the door behind him, he locked it before beginning to undress until he was in his boxers and undershirt. He then proceeded to slide into the sheets, slowly drifting off to sleep, thus ending the night for him. ((Ts?

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((Okie ^^ I'll start us off since I need Raymond to wake up early.

Raymond would only be granted six hours of sleep before he had been awaken by a blood curdling scream. Getting out of bed in a cold sweat, he rushed to the roof of the inn with his shotgun in hand, looking out into the open to get an understanding as to what was going on. After a few minutes of not seeing anything, he swiftly went downstairs and get dressed into the outfit seen below before rushing towards the general direction of where the screams had come from. By the time he arrived, there were several police officers and bystanders surrounding the area. The former had done their best to keep the situation under control whilst the latter were confused and even agitated. As a result, Raymond had to push his way through the crowd until he saw something that horrified him. Taking a few steps back, his skin turned pale as he uttered the name, "Winston..." Raymond had known the victim before. He was a patron that often spent his time at the bar after work. Unlike most of the people at the inn, he was actually kind to Raymond as he himself was a fellow veteran of the war. All of this had only made his passing even more grievous to him. Afterwards, he ran back to the inn and pretty much barricaded the door. Even once it reached opening time, he refused to open shop, causing his usual customers to come together and voice their displeasure. As of now, he is currently setting up a strange contraption involving his shotgun in front of the door. Unlike most of his peers, stressed had actually caused Raymond to think more on his feet rather than panic. Well, by that, I simply mean that he sets up traps for supposed enemies to fall into, which was making quite the racket at seven in the morning. (( @Kars

Florence had stayed up seemingly all night, but as her shadow looked at Raymond from down the steps, she shook her head and slowly closed the door shut behind her. He didn't need to know, not for now at least. She laid down on the bed, though it's not exactly comfortable it's what she can have for now, no? She laid, silent and staring at the ceiling. If something came up that he really knew what these few were then she'd be willing to sacrifice herself for the greater of her children but.. She liked it here. It'd be horrid to have to leave. She closed her eyes, welcoming the sweet slumber.

Gina on the other hand, she had decided to be perhaps a little more curious and now she watched the way that Raymond was panicking. This, worried her. Greatly. He could turn on her family in any moment if he figured it out. As she extended her jaws she paused, noticing the small figure of her younger sister standing at the door. "Go to bed, Uselia." Only, the little one shook her head. She motioned for Gina to go, and with a bit of hesitance, she turned, trying not to slam the door behind her. Another day, she'd get him.

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

Gina on the other hand, she had decided to be perhaps a little more curious and now she watched the way that Raymond was panicking. This, worried her. Greatly. He could turn on her family in any moment if he figured it out. As she extended her jaws she paused, noticing the small figure of her younger sister standing at the door. "Go to bed, Uselia." Only, the little one shook her head. She motioned for Gina to go, and with a bit of hesitance, she turned, trying not to slam the door behind her. Another day, she'd get him.

@Gina Martel (@Kars) - jump Once he breathed deeply, he turned around and saw Gina. He let out a gasp before saying. "Ah, I d-didn't see you there. Perhaps you were watching me...well, block the entrance?" He chuckled before letting out a groan of disappointment. "F-Forgive me, child. I just found out one of my f-favorite customers were just murdered in cold blood. I sincerely apologize if I worried you, j-just give me a moment to breathe and I'll open the doors, don't want to keep you nor your family hostage now, would I?"

"Understandable.." She said, voice soft and yet horrible cold. She made a 'tch' sound, turning and into her room she went and nearly slammed the door shut. Perhaps Florence would yell at her later, but for now it was something to really think about. Why was she awake? How long had she been standing there? Why were her eyes.. So weird? @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

@Gina Martel (@Kars) - jump Staring at the door that had been recently slammed, Raymond let out a sigh of defeat before simply uttering, "...Why do I even bother?..." He was used to it at this point, to be treated either with cold hearted indifference or with outright hostility. To have this happen to him was just a regular Tuesday morning. It was his life, and he had to accept it, though he did hope that, one day, something would put an end to it. For now, he must continue to trudge along. An hour would soon pass and the inn was already busy. The talk of the day was the recent murder that occurred, mostly talking about how it affected Raymond of all people. Even if they disliked him, they at least took note of how he wasn't himself today. Usually, he was always in a worried, paternal like state. But now, he was silent, staring down at the floor with a blank expression on his face when he wasn't active. It even concerned them to see that he no longer reacted to their insults.

Florence had eventually come down and began doing what she needed to do. She was tired, yes, but after hearing what had happen the night before it was best to you know, lay low and be quiet. She couldn't do things without being careful, and Raymond.. She didn't wanna hurt him. So now here we was, serving customers and having to cook for her four daughters. She made little small talk with Raymond if she could, but it was certain that this wasn't normal. When should she say something? She thought, scratching her fangs. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Eventually, Raymond decided to have Florence pick up the slack for him as he went on break, probably the first time in over a year. As he did, he sat on a stool inside the supply room, looking through an old leather journal of his. He stared intently at the now yellowed pages that had been filled with contraptions to catch or kill intruders. He trusted his new found friend, sure, but he knew that she wasn't going to be around all the time. Furthermore, he justified his endeavors but simply calling them a first line of defense, a way to give Florence enough time to quickly dispose of any threats. He was afraid of ever having to use such devices, but seeing that a close friend of his had been killed, he had to take action. As he thought upon this, he began to smile. He realized that if he were to kill (or, at least capture) the murderer, he would be proclaimed as a hero and win the respect of those in town. Although he liked Florence, but he perceived it to be a great joy to finally have the people respect him for once. As a result, he decided to gather the necessary supplies to build traps both in and around the inn. Standing up from off the stool, he exited the room with ambition written all over his face. Grabbing a straw boat hat, he stored the book inside his right pocket and grabbed his Mauser C96. Before he left however, he turned to wherever Florence was at and said, "Ms. Martel, please watch over the place for me. I have to go some special ingredients, see you soon!"

@Kars

"Huh? Oh alright!" Florence said, waving, but once he was out the door she glanced to Gina who peeked behind the door. She was in the supply room once he walked out, though Gina followed. "..I told you to go to bed, Gina. If he finds out what we've done or who we are.. That shotgun will be put to use." She said, putting down what looked to be a heavy barrel aside and crossing her arms to look directly at her eldest who brushed her off as if she were nothing. "Gina, we cannot back to the church."

"You can't but I can." She said, smirking to which her mother grumbled curses before she slid off of the doorway and stared out at the customers then back at where their supposed savior had gone. She crossed her arms like her mother, mocking her. "We can't go back to the church." Gina groaned, rolling her eyes and nudging her shoes at the barrel, as if tempted to knock it over. "You act like we'll spare him."

"Hell yes we'll spare him. He's not evil, Gina. I know he isn't. But those people at the bar are worse than imaginable. Hence why his little friend didn't meet a good end. But staying quiet, protecting you and your sisters is my job. God forbid they get to Uselia and wake her up..." She grumbles, looking around for a cigarette.

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

Two hours later, Raymond would finally return, carrying two stacks of crates and a haversack around his back. At first, one might've assumed it was simply the basic necessities that they needed for refreshments, but it was the total opposite. As he got closer, one of the boxes had the words in dark red stencils "DANGER: EXPLOSIVE PROJECTILES" written on the front while the one below had a warning for sharp objects. Even if he did draw attention to himself, he didn't seem to care. He simply had resolve written all over his face, almost as if he were to solve world hunger.

@Kars

Florence had still been talking, seemingly getting along with those at the bar. She waved to Raymond in an almost flirty way before she continued.

There's a rumble of an engine outside. An engine? Something like that. There's the sound of leather brushing in a slight whine when the man stepped from the vehicle. He tipped his hat, wiped his red meal from his face and stared out on the inside through the wooden boards at the familiar woman hiding behind the counter. "Hey, honey.. I'm home.."

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ shit boutta get real)

Kars

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ shit boutta get real)

Oh no

When Raymond had heard the voice, he was alarmed. The murder of Winston had caused him to be on the edge of his tippy toes. so much so that he would faint just by being tapped on the shoulder. Nevertheless, he was outwardly courteous, willing to set aside his anxieties to serve his patrons. Nevertheless, it worried him that even Florence was cautious with the man outside. As a result, he swiftly dropped the crates into the supply room before running back to the bar. With his hands firmly gripped around his shotgun, he proceeded to shout, "Greetings friend! Are you an acquaintance of Ms. Martel? I-If so, I must politely ask you to come back at a later date, she is not in the mood of socializing as she is currently working so, politely, I ask you to leave!"

(( @Kars

The bearded man looked down, cigar pointing up with a smirk at the amusement of Raymond trying to protect the woman inside the inn. He leaned forward, being both taller than the two at a whopping nearly seven foot. "Well tell her that her husband has come to collect her and the kids and bring em' home.. Won't you do that for an old friend, kiddo?"

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

"...O-Oh dear..." Raymond muttered in at the size of this lad. ABSOLUTE UNIT, he thought to himself. His courteous nature told him to cave in to his commands and call both Florence and her daughters to leave. However, there was something that caused him to resist this urge. This family of five had come to him for shelter and had been a great help to him. What caused him to ultimately reject his instincts was the fear of what might happen to the children, especially Uselia. It reminded him of a story of a man stood up against a wicked crowd who were ready to commit sodomy against two pure and holy angels. Though Florence was neither of those things, he was ready to sacrifice himself for their well being. Moreover, he was deeply offended be being called a kid. Of course, even if he was in his early thirties at this point, he still bore the scars of the war. The stress had physically aged him, causing his hair to become unnaturally dark grey. As a result, he let out a groan of frustration before shakily raising his shotgun, saying. "Now, I deeply apologize for any miscommunication or deceit that I may have wrought so let me be clear on this. You can't have her! Please leave or this will become a most unfortunate situation for the both of us!" (( @Kars

"Raymond, go inside please, Uselia needs to be put down for a nap.." Florence had come outside, red eyes glaring from the space in the covering she wore across her face and body. She's loading something, what looks to be spinning a small handgun and a metal cased rolling of bullets. She hasn't cocked it back and loaded it yet, just spinning as if something to fidget with as she's staring at him. Had he hadn't been here for a bit longer she could've told Raymond, she could've told him every little detail of this man and the plague he is. The plague he brings to those around him. "..Go inside. You hear a gun, you don't come outside."

George, seeing his late wife smirked, rising upward to dismiss Raymond for a moment and with a heavy hand he shoved him aside by his head, walking closer to the now seemingly furious woman who stood gravely still. He had his own weapon on his belt, though when she suddenly aimed it at him he stopped. "How's Gina? Is my little ray of sunshine bright as ever?"

"Without you, yes. You're not her father, none of these are your children.. You gave away the only thing that wants me to tied to your FUCKING name.."

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

As George had done so, Raymond fell on his posterior as he let out an "oof-". Florence was right for dismissing him. He was practically unfit to stand his ground and fight by her side, it probably would've killed him had he done so. Moving on, once he had heard her request, he nodded his head before scurrying over to Uselia's room. He reasoned to himself that, If he couldn't fight, he might as well watch over the child. Once he entered the room she was in, he quickly locked the door and rigged the door knob to one of the grenades he had in his haversack. George wasn't taking Uselia, and he made sure that the only thing he'd inherit were lost limbs. Even if it didn't kill him, he still had his handgun so he could...no, no, he didn't want to do that. He was just frightened and hated seeing violence after all he's been through. he just wants to live a peaceful life is all and it is constantly robbed from him day in and day out. Nevertheless, he slowly made his way to Uselia with a warm, yet dishonest smile on his face in order to cover up his anxiety. As he did, he simply uttered in a paternal like tone, "Hello there, child."

@Kars

Uselia rose first, looking at Raymond with a mixture of both anger and confusion, though oddly enough she didn't raise those big teeth at him. She tried to stand, only to be pushed back down by Gina who had been sharpening her knife via the doorframe.

"Bastard.." Gina says, flicking the wood shavings off of the knife before watching the scene. She could do not but watch, but by the way the two twins in the back sat so calmly and played paty cake, it said that this wasn't the first time. Gina winced at the first gunshot, the second, and by the third she wasn't surprised. Uselia had been now hiding behind Raymond, angry teeth nashing at the sound outside like a rabid dog. "Down, Uselia."

Raymond was displeased to see Gina usimg the door to sharpen her knife. He raised his hand in protest but soon lowered it. Florence told him to put Uselia to sleep and that's what he was going to do. Seeing her filled him with a sense of joy, so much so that he acted as though Gina wasn't present. Kneeling down, he gently picked her up into his arms before saying, "Fear not, for your mother is strong. She'll be fine, but now she wants you to rest, okay?" (( @Kars

"Mother is scary.. Father isn't father he's.." Uselia paused, looking up and shuddering but looking back to Gina for context. She's half clung onto Raymond's back, nails not being enough to puncture and such but enough to hey, those are nails. "I can try.. Nap.."

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

"Oh child, it'll be alright, come here..." Raymond said as he sat down on the bed and rubbed her back. Of course, he winced at the pain but was more interested in making sure she would sleep. Perhaps he over did the fatherly role, but what more could he do? He was depraved of having any sort of daughter figure and he'd be damned if he was going to let the opportunity slide. As he did so, he began to hum the tune of the Christian Hymn, Abide with Me. Though he wasn't a religious man, his mother often sang him the song before he went to bed. To him, it was a song of hope, of comfort, that, no matter the circumstances, someone was there, even if it weren't God Himself. As he did so, he began drowsy, remembering the comfort he himself felt as a child. Nevertheless, he fought the urge to pass out until Uselia did.

@Kars ))

Gina when she saw this, it wasn't that she was uncomfortable but perhaps it was just her being so jealous that this new person had all of her mother's attention right then and there. She frowned, eyes narrowing at him before peering out at the fight again. It was nothing short of bloody, though George was a bit more beat up than his former wife. Gina smirked to herself, that'll show him this time, no? "I hope he chokes on his own blood.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Once Uselia had fallen asleep, Raymond slowly sat up and gently placed her onto the bed. As he did, he turned to Gina with a mixture of rebuke and disappointment. He didn't understand why she seemingly disliked him as he was trying to look after both them and Florence the best he knew how. Even if he was used to it, he was increasingly becoming tired of treated with contempt. It was only a matter of time before he snapped at someone, but now wasn't it. Seeing her smirk however caused him to lose sight of this as he saw her look of satisfaction. Her statement didn't help either as it only caused him to bite his fingernails at the thought of what happened. Nevertheless, he did his best to retain his composure, continuing to rub Uselia's head until the fighting was over. (( @Kars

@John Raymond (@⚧Billy_Yank⚧) - jump There was a couple more shots before the heavy feet came to the door, Florence practically whacking it off the hinges. She's soaked in blood, angrily ripping off her veil and everything she wore other that the clothing underneath (so, the layers) to the floor and stomping up the stairs. She didn't speak, but with the slight stumble and the blood running down the side of her face and parts of her arms, perhaps it was a mixture of adrenaline and just borderline insanity. She's half mumbling to herself. "Bastard.. Stay dead.. Fuck.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

Unsurprisingly Raymond was very much pained to see her in the state that she was in. It grieved him to see that she had to suffer through what she did, but he was somewhat gladdened that all was well. Her arrival was a sign to him that it was time to leave the room. He did what he was told so his work was done...for now. Letting go of Uselia, he stood up and turned to face the door before leaving. As he did, he glanced over to Florence and let out a heavy sigh before saying. "...I'm sorry, let me know if you need any...well, medical assistance." As he did so, he tossed her a first aid kit to help treat the wounds. Without saying anything else, he exited the room with his shotgun in one hand. Even if he wasn't severely wounded as Florence was, he was very much overwhelmed. The fact that a threat like George could roll in and attack someone he was meant to protect filled him for with a sense of indignation and fear for the first time in years. "What if the murderer also strikes and attacks them also?" He thought to himself. Now he really felt motivated to begin setting up traps around the bar, however, something distracted him from his day dreaming...another unsatisfied patron. "Hey, Raymond! Now that you finally stopped cowering, why don't you come over here and give us a drink!? We're parched!" The man had shouted in an insulting manner. However, our inn keep wasn't having it. "No more drinks! We're closed for the day, now get out!" "Oh yeah? And what's stopping m- ARGH!!! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT YOU CRAZY OLD GEEZER!?" *Within seconds, Raymond had shot the man in the thigh with his shotgun. This was the first ever time he had actually assaulted someone ever since the inn had been opened. He was not in the mood to deal with any further business. (1/2)

As he pumped the slide again, he continued, saying, "THEN I WILL SEND YOU TO PERDITION IF YOU'RE SO PERSISTENT. NOW GET OUT, YOU WRETCHED DRUNK, IS THAT CLEAR!? Everybody else who still remained at the inn was terrified, never had they seen Raymond go off at all. Seeing that they didn't want to get shot themselves, they practically scattered, one of them carrying the wounded man with them. Lowering his shotgun, he leaned it against the wall before locking the door and flipping the business sign. Once he did so, he removed his suspenders and took off both his button and undershirt, leaving him practically topless. He did this when he was stressed as he felt as though he couldn't breathe in his own clothing. Moreover, the lack of clothing on his upper body revealed his scars from the war. He may not have been tall and strong as Florence was, but he did make up for it by the amount of bullet wounds and claw marks that he had taken. It probably would've attracted him a partner by now, but he often concealed it. Moving on, he let out a sigh of frustration before going back to the supply room and picking up his journal from before. And, just like that, he began working on some traps to set up around the building.

(( @Kars

Gina had stayed in the room up until she heard the commotion going on downstairs. Seeing Raymond absolutely losing his mind scared her a lot more than she thought it would. Was he losing his mind for good? What was going on? She had to tend to her mother soon since her mother wasn't any good if she was wounded by her own self. She stared in horror, eyes dry and tears coming through. She couldn't blink, just watch at how he ran back and forth to set traps. Should she get her mother? @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Gina Martel

Gina had stayed in the room up until she heard the commotion going on downstairs. Seeing Raymond absolutely losing his mind scared her a lot more than she thought it would. Was he losing his mind for good? What was going on? She had to tend to her mother soon since her mother wasn't any good if she was wounded by her own self. She stared in horror, eyes dry and tears coming through. She couldn't blink, just watch at how he ran back and forth to set traps. Should she get her mother? @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Raymond: Suddenly, Raymond had froze and looked towards Gina. He was hunched over, staring at her as if he were a lion ready to pounce on his prey. His eyes had fear and desperation written all over it, his hair was all over the place, yet he showed no signs of emotions, just a simple hundred yard stare that was indifferent to Gina's tears. After a few minutes, without even moving, he responded, saying, "Gina dear, forgive me...but this is for your mother's own good." He continued, gradually raising his voice without moving an inch, "I will be condemned to the fiery pits of HELL before I allow something like that to ever occur. I-I know you HATE me. I don't know why, all I know is that you most CERTAINLY do, and that is totally fine. All I ask is that you DON'T get in my way, PLEASE!! I-I beg of you, I-I can't lose another friend, not after...Oh dear....." And, just like that, he collapsed on the floor and began to weep. He couldn't bear it any further, he just needed to let it out. (edited)

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(( @Kars

Gina didn't have to get her mother for Florence to have heard the commotion. She's still wounded, still dirty with red and dirt and hopefully that red wasn't her own. She came down, using the railing of the stairs to not fall over. She walked over, a grunt with the struggle of her crouching down toward Raymond and wrapping her arms around him. She squeezed him, though of course she wasn't doing it in a way to hurt him. Perhaps she had felt the same way, perhaps she had those moments where she was trapped in her own body and had to collapse once or twice. "..You're not alone." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump He was too weak to even move, for he was indeed trapped in his body. He continued sobbing into her shoulder, using whatever strength he had in his arms to wrap them around her back. As his hands clenched down on her skin, he simply said, "I-I don't want to lose anymore people...I'm tired o-of it all....I-I...I just n-need...rest..." And, just like that, he fell asleep in her grasp, still holding onto her. His body was simply overwhelmed, his body needed to reset and recharge for the time being.

Florence was strong, yes, though it seemed she needed a bit of help thanks to the wounds in her body. Gina came to help, helping her mother parade Raymond to his room and lay him down. Though Florence didn't tuck him in as it would be too hot and so on, it seemed that she was content with sitting there in the spare chair to watch over him while Gina bandaged her up. She'd bare sharp teeth every now and then at sharp pain in her cuts, though she said nothing else.

"Mother, you have to stay still."

"Gina, I could do it myself.."

"No, you can't."

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

There wasn't much to be said about Raymond himself. He was both physically and mentally a total mess as he was muttering unfinished sentences about death and murder in his sleep. His room, however, had details that, if pieced together, told his backstory. For example, his military uniform, medals, and photos were on the very left, opposite of where they were resting. To begin with, his uniform was made of wool dyed in olive drab. The rest of his gear made of a light, khaki canvas material except for his campaign hat which was made of felt. Moving on, the medals were pinned on his uniform, though there were only three. One of them being a purple heart, the other denoting bravery, whilst the other was simply a quote unquote "victory medal", perhaps from another war prior to the apocalypse. Last but certainly not least was the portrait next to said uniform. It illustrated a much more beefier Raymond with three other men whose faces were scribbled out with a black marker. It was badly damaged, but what could be taken from it was that they were simply eating chocolate, not much else. In conclusion, he was a lot happier than the sorry mess that he now is. @Kars

Florence took everything carefully and she organized the things that maybe were one inch or two out of place before she looked back at him. She stared at the medals for a while, already having ushered her daughter out of her room to look at it all and for him not to be enraged by one of them seeing those. Florence had her own, but god knows where those went when she escaped from what's his name. She tucked Florence up a little more with his blanket, a hand laid on his head to soothe him a bit more before walking out. Wow, she didn't know what to do. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

((Time skip ? @Kars

((Yes

Kars

((Yes

((Well get ready then becaise we aren't going to have an inn soon.

((uh oh

As one might've guessed, things were only about to get worse from here on out. The next morning, Raymond had awaken sometime around seven in the morning and had went to Florence's room. Letting out a sigh of relief, he tossed her a pouch full of caps, enough for her to take a shower at the nearby bath house. Once he did, he went outside and grabbed the newspaper, taking the time to read. It hadn't even been five minutes until he was in a panic. Already there had been another murder case. Though he didn't recognize the victim, it alarmed him to see that it had occurred close to the inn. Throwing the newspaper across the floor, he let out a scream of agony that vibrated across the floor boards. He couldn't take it any further, he had to find who was responsible for this and fast. As a result, he grabbed his shotgun and began running around and outside the inn, looking for the person he deemed responsible for this.

(( @Kars

Florence watched him do so just as she had finished a shower, watching him wizz past and then looked a bit disapprovingly at Gina who was poking her head out of the door, still half asleep. At least she had disposed of the murder weapon and other things that would make her certainly guilty. Being dressed already and just having to arrange her soaking wet hair she turned, motioning for her to come forward and then giving her a swift back on the back of the head. "The hell did you do?"

Gina was flustered, having realized that her mother knew exactly what she was doing and now she had been put on the spot. She looked at her, narrowing her eyes before adjusting her sleeved shirt. "Dad's goons."

"..You call him dad?"

"Well he's your husband-"

"He was. And not by consent." She said, snarling the last part before going back to her room. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ ))

We cut to a few hours later when the bar was open, things have only gotten worse. For starters, Raymond hadn't even showered, meaning he smelt like coffee beans. However, what stood out the most was that he now dawned his military outfit, gear and all. Not only that, but he had an entire 1921 Thompson submachine gun with a one hundred drum magazine. Everyone was on edge, including the tough patrons that hated Raymond, were on edge. There were traps and lanterns all over the place, meaning that if Raymond shot anywhere, the whole inn would collapse. As of now, he was passing out food and drinks, knocking people out, and entering into shouting competitions while threatening to blow up the entire inn. (( @Kars

Florence for the most part had stayed in the back, quietly cleaning dishes without a thought written on her face. Every now and then Uselia would come along and tug and plead on her clothes to be held and she'd put down the glass and hold her. Uselia sensed the danger, the freaking out of Raymond, and hadn't it been him of course that was freaking out, she would've ran to him aswell. Florence turned to her twins who hung on the doorway and watched the scene. She dismissed them to their rooms, what could she say to Raymond? Calm down wasn't a good thing to say... She paused, glaring at her eldest. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

(( @Kars Sorry for the late response. I was wondering if we could do a time skip here? I don't really have much else to add and was thinking that we could cut to the late evening when the inn is closed.

((ofc

14:50

Because of the tension of the current situation, neither of them could really communicate with each other. Raymond was simply THAT over stressed to the point where he couldn't even speak. All he could do was work and hope that whatever anxieties he may of had would quickly disappear, though this was never the case...nor will be. He couldn't handle it anymore, the hatred, the fear, the distrust. All he wanted was to live a peaceful life with a wife and kids, but he knew that he would never have it...while still being alive that is. He had enough, he was going to take his life and no one would stop him. At three in the morning, Raymond was still up, writing his final letters to both Alice and Florence. Both were basically the same in what they entailed...a suicide note. The one that was designated for the former contained both an apology for what he was about to do, including five hundred caps to keep both her and Mariam afloat, especially after finding out Alice was pregnant. The letter that was meant for our motherly vampire protagonist and her four daughters was a lot less heart felt. Instead, it was explanatory, containing a simple apology for the inconvenience caused on his behalf and the deed to the inn. Though he was in a lot of emotional distress, he didn't want them to be without shelter nor any income. He feared what life might be like for them from here onwards, but he knew she was capable of defending both her family and herself. Moreover, this decision had also influenced his method of suicide, that being, hanging. He didn't want it to seem as though she were responsible for his death so he wanted to make sure that everyone knew this was solely his choice. Once he delivered his envelope to the post office, he went into Florence's room and tossed onto her sleeping body before closing the door, albeit in a loud manner. 1/2

2/2 Once he did, he grabbed a thick piece of rope and tied into the form of a noose before tying the other end onto the roof. With that being completed, he placed a stool underneath it and stood thereon before wrapping the noose around his neck. Before he jumped however, he pulled out a photo that he had received while at the post office. It was yet again, another photo of Mariam hugging a pregnant Alice. It caused him to smile, knowing that she had a happy life far from the city. At the same time however, it saddened him, because he knew that he would never got the opportunity of doing so. But peace came to his mind. Though he was hated by many and loved by few, especially those that were of a questionable reputation, he was content knowing that it would all soon be over. His daughter figure was safe and the mother that he invited had what they needed. *He was happy, in a strange sort of way. He was afraid that the murderer would soon strike Florence, but he knew she would be fine. With that, he nodded before looking down at the floor, ready to take one fateful step off the stool to end his life. (( @Kars Sorry for the large chunk of text, I just had a lot to write was all, lol.

Florence busted through the door like some sort of SWAT member the moment she woke up. God forbid her daughters heard, though the only one that really did something was Gina who came down and was horrified just as her mother was. Florence cursed, cutting down that rope with a relative ease before almost tackling Raymond to the floor. She held him, she held him a long time. Though there was an uncomfortable silence she just wouldn't let go. "..If I tell you, you cannot die, you cannot hurt us, you understand?" She said it coldly. Not in a rude way, but a way that was chilling. Gina stood at the doorway, fear remaining in her eyes at whatever she was looking at. Her mother had stopped a friend from ending his life and now the secret would be out. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump As one might've expected, Raymond was initially startled by Florence barging into his room. He was just about ready to jump before until she had cut the rope and tackled him to the ground. As she held him there, his eyes begin to stare into hers' while letting out short panicked breaths. They were without life, they told the tale of a man who has given up and hasn't much to live for. Yet they were soon revived when Florence had finally spoken her request. Instead of joy however, they were full with fear. What did she mean by "telling him"? Eventually, it dawned on him as to what she meant and it filled him with dread that he had not known since his time in the military. Nevertheless, he was still clinging to hope that it wasn't her, that perhaps it was someone that was threatening the well being of her family. He couldn't bear to think about it any further, so then he was compelled to ask, "Tell me what?" in a dead panned tone.

"Your friends aren't fuckin' friends." Gina said, swinging a machete as she walked into the room. She took a seat with another stool she had found, crossing her legs as she played with the handle while the blade directed downward. Florence turned out, furious at her though she had her own grip. "..Two of them went after our nuns and my sister.. You pick bad friends. Well, besides us."

"Gina. Enough." Florence said, and it was one hell of a warning. She rose slowly, eyes glistening with a red fault before she went over to her daughter and took the machete from her hands. She put it aside, somewhere either of them could not reach it before turning back to Raymond. "They attempted to violate one of the nuns and one of them tried to take away Uselia during that fight that was going on. Though I wasn't the one to harm them.. Gina and Uselia took care of them rather quick." She paused, breathing heavy and struggling almost. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

The silence that came after their confession was almost palpable. So much so that one could hear a pin drop. Raymond stared at Florence with a blank expression. That was the scary about it, he didn't react at all...initially at least. He didn't look angry neither scared, just tired. Eventually however, he began to speak, saying, "For it was not an enemy that reproached me...then I could have borne it, neither was it they that hated me who magnified himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him. But alas, it was thou...a woman mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance...my love. We took sweet counsel together..." The moment he said the last sentence was when he finally broke down into a sobbing mess, frequently repeating the phrase "We took sweet counsel together" as lied there on the floor. It wasn't the fact that they had killed his friends as he knew deep down that they were evil, but more so the revelation that the family he sincerely loved had used him to evade the law. Their sins had crawled onto his back, causing him the greatest amount of pain. He believed himself to be as equally guilty as Florence and Gina were, for he gave shelter unto them. If there was a time where he wanted to die the most, this was it. He couldn't even dare to look at Florence so he just shut his eyes and turned the other way as he continued crying. He tried protecting them, to keep them safe from danger, only for him to find out that they themselveswere the danger.

(( @Kars

Hearing him sob was one thing to break Florence, and it broke her beyond belief. She felt those sobs, the ones of actual betrayal. They had invaded her the day her ex-husband had given away her only way of freedom and actual love instead of a man almost three times her age insisting that he only married her so that he could have experience of some sort. She looked to Gina, who now held some sort of sad look and quietly moved to the corner of the room. Florence sat down, head in her hands. She wasn't trying to use Raymond, no, she was grateful for his protection and the caring aspect that he showed them. She was more than grateful, especially seeing that her youngest and scariest little mutant had grown accustomed to Raymond and saw him as a way of protection and an actual father. Only reason she didn't kill someone nearby, was him. Florence didn't know what to say, just listening to the sobs and staring blankly at the floor. "I'm sorry, Raymond. But we did it for good. We came here, you showed us a home, and we.. We loved you." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

The next thing you know, she would be hoisted into the air by two strong limbs. If she had looked down, it was Raymond. If he wasn't unhinged already, he sure as hell was. He was wailing at this point and his eyes were dark red, almost in an unnatural sort of way. Within an instant, Florence was flung across the room and had struck Gina as she crashed into the room. By the time she would have gotten up, he was repeatedly shouting the phrase, "LET DEATH SEIZE UPON THEM WHICH HATE ME, AND LET THEM GO DOWN QUICK INTO HELL FOR THEIR DECEIT: FOR WICKEDNESS IS IN MY DWELLING." As he did so, he made his way downstairs and proceeded to throw the lanterns across the walls, causing them to shatter and the contents to spill out. Once he was done, he grabbed his Thompson sub machine gun and began shooting at them, causing the walls to be set on fire. However, some of the bullets had strayed and had struck one of the traps, causing a chain reaction of explosions. Eventually, he stumbled backwards due to the smoke before crying aloud, saying, "I have sinned! Insomuch that I have allowed evil to come to my door! Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears, that I might weep for those who have-" Before he could finish his sentence however, he had lost his footing and tripped on one of the strings that was rigged to one of his grenades, causing it to explode. Surprisingly enough, it didn't kill him, but the force did throw him into the center of the room, knocking him out as the first floor soon became enveloped in flames. In spite of all this, he couldn't bring himself to kill them. Florence had him make a promise and he kept it. There was an exit that was close to their rooms. They had at least five minutes to get out before the flames reached the upper half of the inn. But what about Raymond? What would Florence do?

(( @Kars Why do I write so much?

Florence had screamed over the flames at her children, and Gina broke out into a sprint as she ran to collect her siblings. She paused, watching the flames lick at the walls and eat the wood up like they were oxygen. She stared down at Raymond, tears flooding down her now black stained cheeks with the aftermath of non waterproof makeup. She released a shaky breath. Gina could get the other three, and Raymond had helped them despite Gina's hatred. Florence inhaled and then exhaled slowly, hurriedly lifting Raymond up with a bit of struggle before charging at the front window. She got through it, almost into the four girls that now huddled outside but moved all separate ways once they saw their mother flying toward them. She landed with a tumble, still clutching onto Raymond like a scared child to their teddy bear. When she stopped she was on her back, still holding onto a tear stained and out cold Raymond. She didn't know what to do, still trying to breathe. "I cannot.. Lose.. Someone.. I care about.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Suddenly, a hand would shakily grasp her arm before tightly gripping her right cheek. It was Raymond. he had survived the impact of the explosion...mostly. The smoke had blinded him for the time being and there were pieces of shrapnel lodged into the back of his head. Since he couldn't see, he was holding onto Florence a lot more tighter than she was. Moving on, his face turned towards where he heard her voice before muttering in raspy tone. "F-Florence dear, I'm still here...there's nothing to be afraid of." Was all he could mutter before he began to cough violently. Once it had finished, he continued on, saying, "I'm sorry...I-I'm so sorry for what I've done...I couldn't think straight and I allowed my emotions to get the best of me. I know I've put your family in danger a-and it's all my fault..." As he said this, the sun had slowly begun to rise and with it, were the voices bystanders that shouted, "The inn! Raymond's inn is on fire!" Shortly thereafter arose the sirens of both police cars and fire trucks alike. As he turned to where all the commotion was coming from, he quickly swiveled his head towards her again before continuing in a panicked tone, "W-We can still make it out of here...all of us...They won't even know that we're still alive. Oh Florence, I beg of you...don't leave me here to die...forgive me...please."

(( @Kars Good morning.

"There is no way in hell I'm leaving you to die.. I care about you, Raymond. You're not going to die on me and we're not dying here." She stood up slowly, moving his arm over her shoulder for a bit of balance before looking around. She took her veil, draping it over his face to not be recognized as she hurriedly rushed to the church. The children followed, the twins gossiping while Uselia held onto Gina and wept silently. Florence pushed open the door, looking around before almost busting down the door to the basement. Only, they were stopped a nun.

"Florence what's-"

"I need to stay a couple of days, Diana. We'll be out of your hair in no time."

"As long as you don't do anything unholy er... Continue." She said, turning and walking off.

Florence sighed in relief, turning and hurrying down the stairs with her daughters coming in right behind. She laid Raymond on her own bed, being they had no spares before she brushed her hand against his face. "I need you to rest for the time being, okay?"

Florence's words of affirmation had caused him to relax, even if it was just slightly. He didn't say anything throughout the journey to the church...anything coherent that is. He did however muttered half finished sentences, one of them being "Alice is going to kill me...How am I going to provide for her now?" When he wasn't, he was continually thanking Florence for her love and mercy, albeit hampered by both the tears and smoke that. He was in a bad place obviously so he needed it the most. Moving on, once he had been placed onto the bed, he held her hand momentarily as if she was to disappear into a cloud of vapor. Once she had spoken, he nodded his head and responded, "O-Of course...I'm not going anywhere, especially in the state that I am in. I just...well...it's best for me not to think upon it right now, I'll try to get some rest while you do whatever needs to be done." Though it was a miracle that he had survived, he was still in pretty bad shape from the explosion. The shrapnel from the back of his head had been removed possibly by Florence so that he could rest his head , but it was still bleeding nonetheless. His uniform was still intact, though it did suffer a few tears from the blast. The most notable loss however, was his iconic campaign hat. It had been blown clean off his head when he was knocked unconscious by the explosion, revealing his thick, fluffy, dark brown hair. This would be helpful at the moment as it could mislead those investigating the aftermath of the explosion to believe that he had not survived.

(( @Kars Sorry it took so long, I didn't see the ping so I went about my day until now. Also, I was wondering how you felt about me introducing Alice into the story, seeing that she would soon hear about the inn catching fire?

Florence thought about it, maybe finding someway to give him a new hat to at least make him smile. She held his hand for that short while, squeezing it in a way of affection before swallowing back her own agony and after brushing the sweat off of his head she turned, walking outward. Her children were in their rooms, and when she pressed her ear against the door she listened. "What if he attacks us?" "Mama won't let it happen." "Knowing her, she fuckin' will." "Gina, stop it." Florence sighed in a way of defeat, walking over to the shower and opening it up and stepping inside. After undressing and standing underneath the hot water she felt the tension of her body relief though the wounds from before sizzled like eggs on a hot pan. It made her teeth clench, fangs emerging. As she stared at herself in the mirror nearby she traced the wounds along her face. What has she done? What can she do now? They'd be after them soon enough, and it would be one hell of a shitshow and a half. Turning off the water she emerged, going into the closet room and taking clothes. She marched back in and dressed, hair in a cheap towel before she sat at the bar and quietly sipped on the few ounces remaining of whiskey they had in the small cabinets. Diana had told her that it use to be a speakeasy before the war, perhaps that's why there was so much down here. Though her children knew better than to touch those drinks. But what could she do now? She only had an amount of time before anything. "God help me.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Raymond was out cold by the time Florence began taking her shower. Resting was about the only thing he could do at that point, other than worry about the conversation her daughters were having about him. What could he even do to them, he thought to himself, other than yell at them. Even if he could attack them, what would an for it be for? The damage was already done and the bounty that he could get even for the head of Florence would not have been enough to rebuild the inn. And besides, even if Florence wasn't around, Uselia was the only child that kept him from doing so. Nevertheless, due to the state that he was in, he was unable to move so he needed to rest before they left town, granted that Gina didn't outright smother him with his own pillow. Three days had gone by since the inn had burnt down and, thankfully enough, Raymond had begun to improve. For starters, he had been carried into the shower room and cleansed from the aftermath of the fire, helping him to breathe properly once more. On the second day, he had regained his sight, though he was unable to walk the entire day. That would soon change during on the third day, albeit slightly as he was still unable to walk long distances without the assistance of someone else. Still, he was a lot better than he was the first time they had arrived at the church. Although he had physically improved, the same could only partially be said for his mental state. He was no longer manacle and had even calmed down with the prospect of being able to live a new life. But he still worried about what would happen to Alice once news had spread that he had possibly died. It didn't help that Florence was about to take a venture into town, meaning she was hampered by Raymond imploring her not to leave. "I beg of you Florence, I understand you were capable of handling that George fellow, but Alice will tear you to shred if she catches you!""

(( @Kars

Florence turned to him, thinking about it for a moment before looking around and then quietly sighing. She put her cup of whiskey down and pushed her plate of food from her a bit. Though she was happy for Raymond to be improving she didn't seem to mind that she might be getting her ass kicked in a milisecond by the woman that Raymond was talking about. Though she understood the woman may be protective, she couldn't be that bad could she? She thought about it for a moment. "I am perhaps the same strength or stronger, Raymond. For her to attack me I could restrain her.. Especially if she's pregnant like the last photo I saw.." Florence sighed again. She's tired, it shows on her face despite the concealer she doted under to avoid questioning. She turned to him again. "If needed, I'll show her that you're alive and well." She said, winking. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump "You don't understand, my love. I've seen what she's done to those who've done me wrong. If she even...you know what? Forget it. You're capable of handling yourself and I doubt she'd risk a miscarriage, seeing she hasn't had any children in years." He then got up from his bed and stretched before continuing, "Anyways, I'll try to calm down and take care of Uselia, that is if Gina does not try to exact her revenge on me and stab me in the back whilst I feed her...Well, in that case, I should see if the beloved sisters are in need of assistance."

"Remember to wear your gloves and to not let her teeth on you because er... You know why. She's got teeth larger than Gina's ego." She said, chuckling as she stood another bite of food. Uselia at the mention of her dinner perked up, two sets of razor sharp teeth grinning at Raymond. Bless his heart that he didn't find her terrifying. Gina glared at the mention of her name but said nothing. Florence yawned. "I hope to meet her in a civil way and.. Yes. Mariam you said the bounty hunters name was?" @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump "Yes, Mariam it was...oh wait, I almost forgot!" Raymond said in a relieved tone of voice "Now, I'll admit, I am rather weary of her, seeing that she did swoop Alice from off her knees and had taken her from me. But one thing I do like about her is that she cares for her quite fondly which means that she wouldn't just allow her to roam around the city as she is with their child. I'll have the sisters pray that you will find her soon; that way, she can hopefully calm Alice down. Please...just, try to be safe for once." With that being said, he turned around and was about to grab the gloves from off the drawer. Suddenly however, he froze and let out a groan of discomfort before running up to Florence and hugged her. He knew she loved him and he felt the same, but he still wasn't comfortable to give her a kiss, with her daughters around at least.

Florence chuckled, embracing him back and though he didn't kiss her she left him delicate kisses on his cheek or the top of his head. She had her own worries, and although she had fallen for Raymond it wasn't exactly happily ever after. Well, not yet at least. She sighed, letting him go before tending to now sewing the twins new fabric. They wanted to be completely different, perhaps a fight that had them all peeved. But that name, she had heard that name before. She shook it away. Why bother with now? @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump The same could be said for Raymond. Although he was relieved that he was no longer alone, he knew they still had to flee town in order for anything to get better. Even then, there were still problems they had to face, but at least they get to face their problems together as a couple. Moving on, once Florence had let go of him, he had a smile on his face as he rubbed his hands against the kiss marks. Determination was etched all over his facial expression. In spite of almost killing her and her daughters, she still trusted him and had saved his life, thus giving him a sense of hope. With that in mind, he picked up the gloves and had put them on with renewed determination before heading towards where Uselia was at and sitting next to her. "Hello Uselia my dear, how are you feeling today?" He humbly inquired with a sheepish smile. Despite being the most terrifying of the four, Raymond was utterly affectionate towards her. He never had a child of his own, the closest being Alice who herself was a grown woman. He was interested in molding her character after his. Of course, he wanted to make sure she had freedom, but he simply desired to have someone who he could legitimately call his own child, one that took after him, even if it was partial.

The same could be said for Raymond. Although he was relieved that he was no longer alone, he knew they still had to flee town in order for anything to get better. Even then, there were still problems they had to face, but at least they get to face their problems together as a couple. Moving on, once Florence had let go of him, he had a smile on his face as he rubbed his hands against the kiss marks. Determination was etched all over his facial expression. In spite of almost killing her and her daughters, she still trusted him and had saved his life, thus giving him a sense of hope. With that in mind, he picked up the gloves and had put them on with renewed determination before heading towards where Uselia was at and sitting next to her. "Hello Uselia my dear, how are you feeling today?" He humbly inquired with a sheepish smile. Despite being the most terrifying of the four, Raymond was utterly affectionate towards her. He never had a child of his own, the closest being Alice who herself was a grown woman. He was interested in molding her character after his. Of course, he wanted to make sure she had freedom, but he simply desired to have someone who he could legitimately call his own child, one that took after him, even if it was partial.

@John Raymond (@⚧Billy_Yank⚧) - jump For the most part Uselia had been silent, though the red eyes that watched every corner had a feasting and threatening look of hunger. Had the twins not locked her in time perhaps their mother and somewhat new father figure would have a couple of nasty wounds. So him sitting in front of her was in the small casing of the door and a chair in front of it. In response to being asked how she was she only responded in deranged growls and sharp nails trying to pry outward. She's unsuccessful, thank God. "FOOD FOOD FOOD AKAKSKEJWJM." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

For the most part Uselia had been silent, though the red eyes that watched every corner had a feasting and threatening look of hunger. Had the twins not locked her in time perhaps their mother and somewhat new father figure would have a couple of nasty wounds. So him sitting in front of her was in the small casing of the door and a chair in front of it. In response to being asked how she was she only responded in deranged growls and sharp nails trying to pry outward. She's unsuccessful, thank God. "FOOD FOOD FOOD AKAKSKEJWJM." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Uselia Martel (@Kars) - jump "Aww, you're hungry?" Raymond said in a genuine concerned tone of voice. It was a complete mystery as to why he was so utterly oblivious to how much of a threat Uselia was to his physical well being. It wasn't unintentional either. He was more cautious around Gina who herself was more human, even somewhat hostile if she overstepped her boundaries. Yet here he was, willing to risk losing a finger, if not his entire hand just to tend to her needs. Who knows what was going on inside of his head, all that mattered now was that he fed her. "No worries child." Raymond continued in a chipper tone. "I'll bring you some food. Perhaps something meaty to satisfy those lovely sharp teeth of yours!" With that being said, he stood up and went to grab some food upstairs. Soon after, he'd return with a plate of food, containing mash potatoes and two large chicken legs. Once he made his way back to the table, he placed it next to Uselia, risking a nasty wound in the process." "Here you go my dear. Eat well, but please don't forget your manners!"

Uselia had extended her large jaws, though it seemed that when he mentioned to use her manners she relaxed slightly. She frowned, pouting out her thin bottom lip before reluctantly taking the legs and then the mash potatoes into the cage before absolutely demolishing them or swallowing them whole. She'd pick her teeth before eating the next one and repeating the same process. Though when everything was actually off of the plate it seemed it satisfied her for the time being. Perhaps it was a bit concerning that he was eating more and more everyday, perhaps something that he'd need to discuss with Florence tomorrow. "Thank you, father." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

The short, yet meaningful word, father, filled Raymond with the most unimaginable bliss he had not known until now. Letting out a small squeal of excitement, he held her small frame close to his bosom, before rubbing her head. "Of course." Was all he could say before letting out a sigh of great satisfaction. Her mere acknowledgment of him being her father figure filled him with hope that he could mold her character into his own image. Even if she weren't human, it was his desire to bring her up with the same values and culture that he had. Moreover, he wanted someone that could look after him once he was old and hoar haired. Even if he was in his early thirties and was in the prime of his life, he no longer had the same vigor back when he was still in the army. If he was weak and not even fit for combat now, what would be in stores for him once he reached fifty? Florence had Gina and the twins, all he wanted was Uselia and nothing more, though he didn't mind looking after them and potentially taking them on small trips.* As he reclined against the chair, he was starting to worry about Uselia's gradually increasing appetite. He contemplated as to whether or not he should express his concern to Florence, especially after noticing that she was beginning to grow abnormally taller than most girls her age. Still, it led him to imagine what she might look like as an adult. As a result, this thought led to him pondering what Alice and Mariam's child would also look like once they were born. Perhaps they would be Chinese and have ginger hair and freckles, mayebe even cat ears and tail, though it did lead to him cursing Mariam for not pulling out in time. 1/2

Suddenly, all three thoughts had reminded him of something he so easily forgot about: Florence was in danger. He had heard rumors from the nuns that a were cat had been spotted near the burnt ruins of the inn scavenging for seemingly useless trinkets and memorabilia, one of them being a hat. Moreover, they hadn't had any problems from George's goons as of late since they had just "disappeared". All of this caused him to believe that his business partner had a hand in all of this. Rubbing Uselia's hair slightly harder, she gently placed her down onto a comfy chair before standing up. Florence and Alice were in danger; The former because of how she could potentially be taken off guard and have her throat slit. And the latter because her victim would fight back and possibly cause her to have a miscarriage. Clearing his throat before grabbing a coat gifted to him by the church, he walked up to the stairs before shouting. "Gina my dear! I am going outside to go find your mother and meet an old friend of mine. Do look after your sisters the best you know how and please be safe!" Already there was a red flag coming from his statement. After his mental breakdown and him almost getting them killed, Florence had strictly commanded her to make sure he didn't escape so that he didn't hurt himself. Moreover, even if he could still walk, he was by no means fit to run long distances. Before she could do anything however, he was already gone. The door leading upstairs was slammed shut and, within minutes, he was nowhere to be seen in the church. The only thing that would've given Gina hope that she would not be met with his dead body and her mother's wrath was that Raymond couldn't make it that far in the state that he was in. He was pretty slow so, thankfully enough, she could quickly catch up to him. (( @Kars

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Suddenly, all three thoughts had reminded him of something he so easily forgot about: Florence was in danger. He had heard rumors from the nuns that a were cat had been spotted near the burnt ruins of the inn scavenging for seemingly useless trinkets and memorabilia, one of them being a hat. Moreover, they hadn't had any problems from George's goons as of late since they had just "disappeared". All of this caused him to believe that his business partner had a hand in all of this. Rubbing Uselia's hair slightly harder, she gently placed her down onto a comfy chair before standing up. Florence and Alice were in danger; The former because of how she could potentially be taken off guard and have her throat slit. And the latter because her victim would fight back and possibly cause her to have a miscarriage. Clearing his throat before grabbing a coat gifted to him by the church, he walked up to the stairs before shouting. "Gina my dear! I am going outside to go find your mother and meet an old friend of mine. Do look after your sisters the best you know how and please be safe!" Already there was a red flag coming from his statement. After his mental breakdown and him almost getting them killed, Florence had strictly commanded her to make sure he didn't escape so that he didn't hurt himself. Moreover, even if he could still walk, he was by no means fit to run long distances. Before she could do anything however, he was already gone. The door leading upstairs was slammed shut and, within minutes, he was nowhere to be seen in the church. The only thing that would've given Gina hope that she would not be met with his dead body and her mother's wrath was that Raymond couldn't make it that far in the state that he was in. He was pretty slow so, thankfully enough, she could quickly catch up to him. (( @Kars

@John Raymond (@⚧Billy_Yank⚧) - jump 2/2

Gina had been reading one of the many books that she had gotten, putting it down as she watched him walk up the stairs. She didn't want to alarm anyone and sighed, shutting it and setting it aside before standing from her seat and motioning for the twins to make sure the place was safe before she began speeding up the steps and out of the door. She'd deal with Raymond and bring him back so her mother wouldn't have a damn heart attack. She pulled her veil over her head, following up the stairs after him. Of course, cursing him all the damn way. "Fucker can't do shit without one of us around.." She paused, thinking she heard something before continuing after him.

As for Florence she was walking around the town, lashes blinking at those who bid their hello's to the familiar tall figure. Right now she was in what was left of a market, quietly browsing over the selection of fruits and vegetables and if possible she'd search for the largest slab of meat she could find so she could actually do something about it. She paused, the feeling of being watched not leaving her side. She wanted to question if George had returned to take her and her eldest away, though when she turned... It didn't feel like him. Florence felt around for her dagger and nodded, staying quite still for a moment before resuming her trade with the butcher. She could feed Uselia for a while with this, though she did worry about how she'd grow over time and become a bit.. Scarier, per say. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump And she'd be right. Ever since the destruction of the inn, she probably would not have seen any traces of his presence, or at least his goons within the past few. But why was that? Usually they were quite persistent and were able to evade the law just long enough to get to her and her family. Maybe they finally gave up...or maybe there was something either scaring or killing them off. In one of the remnants of a stand that once sold raw fish were two bright yellow eyes hiding in the darkness. Most hadn't even noticed as they were too busy buying what they needed while the ones who did were hurriedly exiting the premises. Whatever it was, it was stalking Florence for quite some time the moment she left to the market. It didn't make a peep, it simply lurked in the shadows and began to slowly make its way around to reach victim's location.

Florence's ruby eyes looked toward the yellow eyes. She felt her waist, yes, she had her gun if needed. Was it George's goons? Though he usually used actual human men to go after her because he found it attractive. She took a bite out of an apple, watching as one by one people were hurrying out of the square away from them. She stepped from the market, having to bow her head as those giant heels made her a lot taller than she already was. She had a hat on, and now she brushed her gloves fingers against it. She withdrew her weapon from her coat, coughing into her sleeve before walking a bit closer. A couple of feet away she stopped. "It surprises me perhaps he's not using humans anymore.. Is he now?" @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump The figure remained silent as they continued staring into Florence's eyes. They had lost the advantage of surprise and they hardly had a clue as to what to do now. That's when they got the idea of talking to her prey in an attempt to intimidate them before lunging at the right moment. "Or maybe they've all went to a nice permanent to the afterlife." The voice was a low feminine voice, at least hinting that Florence's assailant was female. She...or well, whatever they were, wanted to make it clear that they had no affiliation with George and his goons. If anything, she might as well have been the reason for their disappearance all throughout town. Nevertheless, she continued, saying, "So, before I slash you to pieces, answer me this. Did you give him a quick and easy death before you set fire to his business...or did you leave him there to suffer while you got your children out?" As she said this, she tossed what appeared to be a military campaign hat in front of her feet. It was definitely Raymond's, seeing that it had scorch marks all over and had a foul stench to it due to the burnt felt.

Florence looked down at the hat, brushing it off slightly so that it wouldn't be so dirty. She examined it, though she cringed at the smell. "As funny it is for you to assume that I would slaughter the man I love like a piece of meat.. That isn't the case. Though, it seems I may need to get him a new hat.." She said, placing it down neatly before crossing her arms. She's still got her pistol in her hand, staring at the yellow eyes with a hint of annoyance. She doesn't like to be accused of things, especially when it's these types of things. She furrowed her brows and then sighed. "You must be his adopted daughter though I do not see your so called fiancee anywhere here.. Though she is quite a familiar face." She said, examining the area and then the burned down inn. "He burned it down himself. I had to drag him out while my eldest got the rest out.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

In response to Florence's denial of harming Raymond and the inn itself, she simply let out a hearty chuckle before saying, "...Whatever you say..." And, just like that, she finally stepped out of the shadows, revealing her true form. She was nothing like the photos that Raymond had shown of her in times past, that being a small Chinese woman in her early twenties that was a couple inches shorter than her foster father. She was just as tall if not taller than Florence without her heels. Moreover, her skin was charcoal black with dark fur protruding through her sweater and jeans. What that stood out however was that she was well...how does one put it? Plump in all the right places? To keep it simple, she had nice birthing hips and a bosom that could kiss even the most heterosexual female to drool. It wasn't as big as the average Anime woman, but it was still enough to attract a mate. Nevertheless, it didn't invalidate the fact that something nasty was about to occur. Once she had stepped out of the shadows, she finished her sentence, saying, "...you lying whore..." Within an instant, she was already on top of Florence, her claws now unsheathed. If it was not obvious enough, her human instincts due to her lust for vengeance. All she wanted was to kill the person who she believed had murdered her father and, in return, kill the rest of her daughters to avenge his blood. Moving on, She raised her claws into the air, revealing her pregnant belly. Florence had the opportunity to cause her to miscarriage and escape, but would she do it, seeing that Raymond deeply cared for her. The decision was ultimately up to her. (( @Kars

Florence was on the floor for a minute, shocked, though she looked over at the leather dressed red headed woman running at them full speed and SCREAMING for Alice to stop. She somewhat recognized the voice, though she wasn’t exactly sure who it was up until the woman was hurriedly trying to yank Alice off of her. “Who-“

“Alice he’s not dead! He ain’t dead! Calm your tits you’ll hurt the fucking baby!” She snapped, trying to pull her wife off of the other woman without yanking her by the stomach and so on. She grins at Florence nervously, though she kept going to get her wife off. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

The once intimidating beast was reduced to nothing more than a pregnant house cat. In spite of the fact that she was taller than her much displeased wife, the latter was somehow able to grab her by the back of her neck, just like the photo seen below. She stared at Florence, hoping to free herself...that was until she was reminded of the fact that she was carrying a baby. As a result, she gave up, only letting out an irritated meow as her ears lowered.

Alice Yeung

In response to Florence's denial of harming Raymond and the inn itself, she simply let out a hearty chuckle before saying, "...Whatever you say..." And, just like that, she finally stepped out of the shadows, revealing her true form. She was nothing like the photos that Raymond had shown of her in times past, that being a small Chinese woman in her early twenties that was a couple inches shorter than her foster father. She was just as tall if not taller than Florence without her heels. Moreover, her skin was charcoal black with dark fur protruding through her sweater and jeans. What that stood out however was that she was well...how does one put it? Plump in all the right places? To keep it simple, she had nice birthing hips and a bosom that could kiss even the most heterosexual female to drool. It wasn't as big as the average Anime woman, but it was still enough to attract a mate. Nevertheless, it didn't invalidate the fact that something nasty was about to occur. Once she had stepped out of the shadows, she finished her sentence, saying, "...you lying whore..." Within an instant, she was already on top of Florence, her claws now unsheathed. If it was not obvious enough, her human instincts due to her lust for vengeance. All she wanted was to kill the person who she believed had murdered her father and, in return, kill the rest of her daughters to avenge his blood. Moving on, She raised her claws into the air, revealing her pregnant belly. Florence had the opportunity to cause her to miscarriage and escape, but would she do it, seeing that Raymond deeply cared for her. The decision was ultimately up to her. (( @Kars

((Posting this for future reference.

Just then, a male voice would shout from behind them, saying, "ALICE! WAIT!! I'M STILL ALIVE! DON'T HURT HER-" If they were to turn around, they'd see that it was Raymond. His face was red and his legs were trembling, most likely from all the running he did. During his time roaming the city, he caught on to the fact that Gina was chasing after him so she could drag her back to the church. As a result, he dashed off as fast as he could, even resulting to behind the trash cans if he ran out of breath. Luckily for him however, Mariam had found him by the time he was nearing the market place. After a brief explanation as to what transpired within the past few days, they both decided to track Alice down before she had hurt both herself and Florence...or at least Mariam did. Raymond needed to try and catch his breath so he was left by himself until he heard the shouting going on Moving on, Raymond continued, saying in a panting manner, "I-It's okay...I-I'm here...Everything's fine..." Just then, he leaned againsto ne of the booths and continued gasping for air.

Alice stared at him, only uttering the words, "...R-Raymond?..." As she stayed in Mariam's grasp. (( @Kars

Florence grumbled angry curses as she got herself off of the floor and dusted herself off. Her eldest was not far behind and she quickly caught up with Raymond. Florence was still picking dirt and whatever else off of her nice clothing before looking at Marina and Alice with a raised brow. She then turned to Raymond. “We have to buy you a new hat I’m afraid.”

Mariam sighed, snuggling when wife and patting the belly gently as a way of “hey there soothe up” before looking at the three with a nervous grin. “Apologies.. Long time no see, Florence!” @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump Once Raymond caught his breath. He ran up to Florence and gave her a big hug, saying, "Forget about that silly hat, I'm just glad you're okay!...besides, that was government property so I highly doubt they make those anymore." He uttered the last part to himself letting go of her. Staring at Mariam, she said, "Ah, I see you're already acquainted with Mariam Sofron. Or should I say...Mrs. Sofron!" Raymond said in an ecstatic tone before muttering the word, "bitch", under his breath as he continued, saying, "I suppose the same could be said for my daughter, Alice Sofron." He cringed at referring to her with Mariam's last name. The relationship between her and Raymond's relationship were somewhat strained ever since he found out about her impregnating Alice. He often hid this from the both of them as he accepted that Alice was now a grown woman and had to live her own life. Still, he resented Mariam for it, the only thing keeping him from strangling being the fact that they were married and that Alice was due soon enough.

(( @Kars Imma get ready for work soon so I won't be able to respond until later. See ya!

Florence had known of that of course and though she wasn't feeling bad about it, she wished he got along more with Mariam. She had changed the last time she saw her afterall. She snorted at him calling her a bitch and nudged him gently with her elbow. "Be nice, dear. That's the mother of your non related grandchild." She said, though she patted Gina's head as she came and hugged her mother. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot.. I'm Florence, this is one is my eldest, Gina, and it seems that we both know your spouse.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump Surprisingly enough, Alice's demeanor had changed very quickly once she saw Raymond was alive. She still wasn't friendly, but she did shy away and hide behind Mariam, despite being a foot taller than her. Moreover once Florence introduced herself, Alice would bow before saying, "Pleasure to meet the person keeping my err...father company?" Once she got to Gina, she walked towards her and sniffed her head before raising her arm in the air as if she was about to smack her. Instead, she gave her a few bops to the head before walking back to Mariam. "Well...since Raymond's still alive, what the hell do we do now?"

"Well though I don't appreciate being absolutely trampled by a cat woman who is more than a foot taller than me and taking care of other children and my lover over here.. Even I do not know." Florence said, rubbing her chin slightly as she looked to Raymond and the two again. She didn't exactly like being out in the open, though perhaps it was because of the other insanity that they've had to deal with. She inhaled then exhaled, looking around again. Her heart was starting to race, and she was getting chilly. Bad sign.

Gina noticed, eyebrows raising as she looked to her mother. She placed a hand on her mother's, looking around for a moment before back at them all. "We need to get inside."

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Taking note of Florence's change in demeanor, Raymond would wrap his arms around her shoulders, massaging them before saying, "Gina is right, dear. We mustn't stay outside for much longer." Turning to Mariam, he continued, "Mariam my darling, it pains me to say this, but we haven't much room back at the church. Hopefully you received the caps that I sent you. If so, I suggest renting a hotel before we decide what to do next. Before he left with Florence and Gina, he looked at Alice and her belly before calling out to her wife one more time. "And do make sure Alice is safe! Lest by any means she find herself in some form of mischief and has a miscarriage."

(( @Kars

"She won't!" She shouted back, grumbling curses before turning around to kiss her wife on the forehead. She's tired, and lord knows what she's going to do with her wife running around ready to kill someone. She'd have to find a hotel sometime too. "Christ.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump Fifteen minutes had passed, the two parties had went their separate ways. Raymond, Florence, and Gina returned to the church to prepare some food while Mariam and Alice were left scrambling for a hotel. To the public, it was a spectacle to behold. A red haired woman leading the beast that was terrorizing the city and such. Understandably, the former was irritated having to go all the way here just to find her wife who was carrying their child. Ever since that special intimate moment on their honey moon, Alice had been stuck in her true form for most of the time. This was because the transformation would've caused a miscarriage, thus she had to wait after she gave birth. Moreover, mentally speaking, she was still the same, albeit occasionally allowing her instincts to get in the way. Even though she could turn a normal human being into red mist, she had become almost completely dependent on Mariam, rarely leaving her side. Speaking of which, she was able to find a hotel after almost an hour of walking around town. There was very little small talk and the two quickly went into their room. Now was the non fun part of having to scold her wife as if she was a pet that peed on the carpet. (( @Kars

Mariam was standing by the doorway, brow raised and tapping her foot. She did feel like she was scolding a pet, but no, this was her actual wife. She sighed, pinching the part of her nose in between her eyebrows. "As much as I love this transformation.. You cannot go around and killing people. I may not get along with your.. Father.. Per say, though we do all have to get along. Oddly enough I've met his little lady before.." She wasn't exactly sure of the memory where she had seen them. No, she did. Perhaps it was those times where mutants ran more freely, but it seemed Florence and her kids were "tame" more than most at least. She looked back at Alice and raised a brow. "Though this isn't too much scolding. I love you, Alice." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump Throughout her small scold session, Alice was sitting on the bed, simply looking down at the floor with her ears lowered. She felt bad for what she did, even if she didn't regret killing the men who were after Florence and her daughters. What struck her was the amount of stress she placed on her wife. She had left unannounced, only leaving a poorly written letter for clarification. Moreover, as she imagined what she had been through, tears began to swell and gradually streamed down her face. Once Mariam affirmed her love towards her however, she nodded her head before saying, "I-I'm sorry...I shouldn't have just..." Before even finishing her sentence, she simply reached for Mariam and hugged her. It was a bit loose to give the baby some space, but her grip was rather tight, so much so that her claws were digging into her skin.

Mariam winced, though this wasn't the worst wound she had suffered from Alice. She sighed, kissing the top of Alice's head and brushing her ears. As angry as she was, she couldn't stay mad. This woman was carrying their child and she couldn't stay mad. She was shocked Raymond didn't say anything, being that it was a bit odd for how she did it, though she preferred not to talk about it. She sighed again, embracing her wife and glancing out the window. "..I love you no matter. But we have to be careful for our girl.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump With a few sniffles here and there, she eventually calmed down, her claws slowly retracting into her hands. Resting her chin on top of Mariam's head, she'd let out a sigh herself, causing her chest to rub against her cheek. Moreover, she'd lie down in bed, pulling her wife down with her before placing her on the side. Eventually, she'd respond, saying "You're right, honey. I'm due any day now...I shouldn't risk doing anything stupid. Ugh, all that running's got me so tired, you know how many times I had to stop just to vomit? I could really use some rest right now..."

"I'll be here when you wake up, hun. You forget we're attached at the hip and.. I'll never leave your side. Just get some rest." She says, moving over to kiss her cheek, though now she stared at the ceiling. If Alice could sleep that's all that mattered to her, only, she was so exhausted but worried at once. She just kept staring at the damn ceiling, blank expression. What if their daughter was in danger? @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

It took several minutes and a lot of cuddling before she could fall asleep. In spite of this, Alice was still dangerous in bed. Due to her size, there were instances where she would smother Mariam with her breasts. Even now, it had just occurred, causing her to have to push her off from time to time. Aside from that however, she was sound asleep, finally laying flat on her back to let their daughter breathe.

Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on her predicament) for Mariam however, her day dreaming would soon be interrupted by a knock to the door. Surprisingly enough, Alice, whose hearing was ten fold greater than a human being, didn't react to this. She was exhausted from the constant fight and flight she endured, all of this being without her wife. As a result, she was completely out of it. Still, the knocking persisted, no voice being heard throughout the whole ordeal. (( @Kars

Mariam groaned, kissing the top of her wife's head before sliding from the bed and walking to the door. She was fixing her top, making sure she didn't flash an unwanted visitor and she checked the peep hole before looking. Raymond? She raised a brow, opening the door slightly to look at him. Technically now he was her father in law, though perhaps it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience since she whisked his daughter away and married her and not to mention.. Got her pregnant. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump As she already both saw and guessed, it was indeed Raymond. He looked...different, to say the least. For one, he was wearing clothing that was vastly different compared to his vintage attire. He was wearing a black beanie, a brown cotton jacket with a black t shirt underneath, some olive drab cargo pants, and a pair of Converse. What stood out the most however was the lack of his iconic mustache. Without it, he looked ten years younger and almost hard to identify. Another difference could be noted the moment he finally spoke. "We need to talk, I already bought some food downstairs and even brought you some Nyquil." Was all he said as he continued to stare at Mariam. His voice was different as well. Rather than a chipper, scratchy mixture of an American/British accent, it was a buttery smooth yet cold sounding American accent. There probably would've been two questions that immediately popped into Mariam's mind. Was this truly Raymond? Was what he was doing back at the bar simply a disguise. Still, he meant no harm and just wanted to talk.

Mariam raised a brow and glanced back at her pregnant wife for a moment. Turning to him she took her keys and tried to close the door as quietly as possible. Turning back to Raymond again she stared. Was he going to yell at her? Cuss her out? "..I'll eat with you but I can't be long. Alice likes to be held when she sleeps." Mariam said, locking the door though she could open it if needed, walking downstairs to eat with him. Why was she nervous? Would he kick her out? Harm her? No. But that woman he was in love with was much more scarier than her wife was.. A very angry and terrifying woman she was. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

As the two sat down together, Raymond began to eat, hoping Mariam would do the same. The former was eating some grilled chicken with a side of brown rice while the latter was given steak and potatoes with a side of sour dough bread. This went on at least ten minutes with neither of them speaking, though her father in law gave her a few glances as though he wanted to kill her. Eventually, he let out a depressed groan before finally breaking the silence, saying, "...I'm not mad at you, Mariam. I just want to talk is all." Readjusting himself, he continued, saying, "First and foremost, I wish to apologize for grieving you these past nine months. I still don't know how you got Alice pregnant but that doesn't matter anymore. What matters was that you saved both her and my love from death...flings don't do that, partners do." This might've come as a surprise to Mariam, seeing that he had a sudden change of tone. Was it too good to be true? Who knows, he wouldn't have bought her dinner otherwise. "Now here I am with a family of my own. Sure, it may consist of a woman I've only known for a month and children that aren't even her's, but I still love them to death nonetheless. The point is, I've realized I can no longer keep an eye out for Alice anymore and have to focus on the kids...especially my sweet Uselia. Please, Mariam...I know I've been hard on you ever since we first met, but I beg of you...please keep her safe. I know I haven't said this to you...but I love you, as a daughter of my own. A strange, down bad one, but a daughter nonetheless...Also, did I use that word correctly? Gina said you were 'down bad for were pussy' when I told her about you...sometimes I hardly understand that girl. Other times I wish to back hand her..."*

(( @Kars

Mariam had been eating like he wanted, practically stuffing her face as now she could relax and know her wife was safe just in the inn and fast asleep. Though when Raymond mentioned her being down bad for pussy she choked on the coffee she had ordered and had to smack her chest a couple of times to stop coughing. Great, bad flavor in her throat. "Well uh.. Raymond. I think it's best you hear the actual truth about how I did it since.. If you love me as a daughter, yes, you do have to realize that I uh.. Wasn't.. Always.. A woman." She feels a bit awkward, embarrassed even. Although she didn't exactly expect to get her new wife pregnant right away it seemingly just happened and now she was stuck like this until actual further notice, no? But she loved her wife. She loved Raymond and her so called maybe siblings since they were now somewhat Raymond's children... But she didn't mind. She felt at peace for once, especially now that they were mostly safe. "But, I see you as a father figure aswell. I am down bad, only for Alice of course, though it doesn't surprise me you are so called down bad for my former boss either.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Raymond looked at her in absolute shock as she revealed the truth. "W-What?" Was all he could utter in genuine amazement before rushing to the bar. He returned to the table with two larges glasses of Gin. At first, it seemed as if he was about to pass one to Mariam but instead, he chugged both of them down all at once within the span of a minute before slamming the glasses down on the table To put it bluntly, he was HAMMERED as he uttered curses underneath his breath before saying, "I-I....I genuinely thought you were a woman. I kept thinking to myself that you had...well...grown one due to all the radiation after the war...what am I to do with this knowledge...ah well..." He was actually crying. He didn't know how to respond, knowing that there were people that were just like her.

(( @Kars

Mariam had reached for one of the glasses only for him to chug it all in one swig. She was a bit concerned, though she said nothing until he finished speaking. She snorted and then bursted out laughing at the mention of her even growing a penis because of radiation. She stopped laughing after a bit, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Christ, Raymond, you didn't know? I mean on our wedding night I think I surprise Alice but.. Didn't know you'd be this shocked! I transitioned when I was about 15.. Shocked my boss and Bea and the rest accepted it.." She paused as she took another bite. "Though it's not like I could get surgery plus.. I didn't actually want it regardless. Hope you don't mind a ginger baby." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump Letting out a hearty chuckle as he wiped the tears from his eyes with a napkin, he responded, saying, "A ginger grand daughter is the least of my concerns, Mariam dear. I'm more concerned about the potential deformities." He said before grasping his head. "Alice may look human, even without her disguise. But she most certainly has a different anatomy than a regular human being such as you and myself. I just hope that they either come out human or feline...not some disfigured...err...it's best not to dwell on it I suppose...Listen, just know I don't hold it against you, I've seen worse in the battlefield so err...this is nothing. Shocking yes, but I'll be fine. Anyways, it's best I head back, Florence is still asleep and I have a feeling Gina's going to ambush me any second if I don't return. I hope to see you tomorrow and err...please be safe."

"Oh no doubt.. That one was the very first one Florence took in and.. Lord help us all. She's got a mouth and she's strong as hell.." Mariam glanced back up at the stairs where her wife lay upstairs and scratched the back of her head anxiously. "I assure you that if anything happens I know what to do and if worse comes to worse.. Florence would be on her way as soon as I yell. I hope you get home soon, dad." Mariam says, smiling to him as she patted him on the shoulder and left a couple of bills before marching up the steps. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump By the time Raymond had left, a low pitched meow rang out from the hallway that led to Mariam and Alice's bedroom. The more time that went by, the noises became even louder to the point that some patrons began looking towards where it was coming from. If Mariam were to make her way to the bedroom, she'd see something that most likely would've caused her to faint. It was Alice, but she wasn't crying out for her, but instead, out of pain. She was in labor, her body was contorted as she grasped her womb in pain, continuing to let out further cries of anguish, too occupied to even notice her wife that had just entered therein.

“Oh shit.. OH SHIT OH SHIT!” She yells, practically knocking everything in their little hotel room over as she was trying to calm her wife. Yea she’s been out hunting mutants majority of her adult life but actually helping a woman give birth especially her own WIFE was a stretch. She looked around frantically, trying to keep her wife stable as she practically stumbled out. “Shit shit shit SHIT! FLO!!! FLO!!!!”

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump Within minutes, Raymond (and potentially Florence) had kicked the door wide open as the former shouted, "What the hell is going o-" Before being interrupted by the hellish screams of his foster child. His eyes widened as he soon joined Mariam in freaking out, not knowing what to do either before saying, "Mariam! Pardon my vulgarity dear...BUT WE ARE FUCKED."

Meanwhile, Alice was still yowling in pain as she arched her back against the stained mattress. Eventually, she finally noticed Mariam before turning her head to her and saying, "Oh God...this is worse than I remembered! It's been so long, I forgot how much it HURRRRRT" Before continuing to scream. What a scene it to behold! The wife and foster father of the woman who was in labor had no idea what to do, the two having zero experience in dealing with child birth.

Florence came in with Raymond and was hurriedly slapping on what looked to be latex gloves. She didn't give a damn if she was allergic. As she hurriedly helped Alice get her pants off she spread her slightly and looked to both her good friend and perhaps some sort of step... Daughter... In law. Wrong time to think, Flo. "I hope you're using the metal hand." She turned back to Alice, noticing the type of absolute horror this woman is going through. Normally she'd do it to but then again she has all of her adopted. "PUSH, DAMMIT!" @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump And so she did, albeit with grunting and a lot of screaming. In spite of all the pain however, Alice had some experience in the past when delivering a baby. As a result, things went smoothly thus far, even though it was chaotic. Within minutes, a large feline head would pop out, showing that they were making progress. In the mean time, Raymond was simply trying to comfort Alice whilst making sure Mariam didn't pass out. He was thankful that, in spite of earlier interactions, Florence was willing to help her deliver. Perhaps that could get along quite well when the time arises.

Mariam was freaking the fuck OUT. She's got Alice bending her metal hand and she's going to break her out trying not to freak out and blow her damned top off. Florence has to use one hand to hold her up so she doesn't pass out once she notices the little feline head popping out. Breathing heavy, panicking, she's in a mix of oddly crying and losing her absolute MIND. "Is she out yet?!"

"Not yet.. Not yet.. PUSH LIKE YOU MEAN IT DAMMIT!"

@⚧Billy_Yank⚧

"Not yet.. Not yet.. PUSH LIKE YOU MEAN IT DAMMIT!"

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump What happened next seemed to have almost occurred within the blink of an eye. Raymond held Mariam up so she didn't fall on the floor, even though he himself was distressed by the whole ordeal. Meanwhile, Alice was panting heavily as she stared at what Florence was holding...her offspring. The child was practically a large fluffy werecat with ginger fur, albeit rather wet from the fluids. Their eyes were closed yet were filled with so much life as it squirmed around and mewed, trying to crawl around though it had only been alive for a few minutes. Once the pain had finally subsided, Alice's eyes soon darted to her newborn daughter, soon becoming dilated. In spite of what she had just went through, she instinctively reached for her and began licking her clean, letting out a loud purring noise which vibrated the bed. It had all been worth it, her maternal instincts had kicked in after laying dormant since the death of her first born son and husband and it was evident.

Mariam kind of stood there for a moment, a mixture of pale and absolute confusion and love all over her entire body. She's dizzy, can't really think, and now she's got a beautiful daughter who had her kind of 'fur'. She blinks, unsure of what to do or say as her mouth opens then closes in a mixture of squealing stutters and a kind of shrieking squeal as she looks down at her daughter. This was their daughter, their creation. "..Name... Name..."

Florence of course had handed their daughter to Alice and now watched as Raymond was struggling a bit to hold Mariam up. She moves slightly, arranging things around for a moment before she brings a chair and helps Raymond sit her down. Stripping her gloves she tosses them in the bin and stands behind her lover. "Aw she's just so pretty.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

Guiding Florence's arms to embrace him, Raymond remained silent as he beheld his newly born grand daughter. He was silently crying, not out of distress, but of joy. His life long dream had finally come into fruition. He had a wife, four additional daughters (one of which he absolutely adores), and now, he is a grandfather. Even though it felt strange to be one in his early thirties, it was still comforting to longer be alone.

As the newborn squirmed in her arms, she eventually calmed down and seemingly fell asleep. Alice stared at them with tears running down her face as she smiled. It had been so long since she had a family as well...to have a loving wife and a sweet, innocent child was unreal to her. Moreover, her ears lit up as she over head Mariam muttering the word, "Name". In response, she simply muttered, "Arnona...For she will be a roaring stream." (( @Kars

Mariam felt like she'd pass out all over again. This is why she loved her wife, this is why she loved the new family she had. Her lower lip is trembling and there's a bit of sniffling. Mariam was NEVER one to weep, and if she did it was just a few little tears that slid off of her face and then she'd finish. However as the little whine in the back of her throne made it's presence known that's when the actual tears started. She began weeping, holding her face in her hands. Oh my all the gods she's so happy, she feels like a big cloud and now she's crying with a big ass smile. She stops for a moment, still slightly weeping as she motions to hold her. She wants to hold her daughter. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump Interestingly enough, Alice sat up straight and gently handed their daughter to Mariam, in spite of being exhausted. Considering that she was a werecat, it wasn't surprising at the slightest, at least to herself that is. She of course had more strength than an average human being, meaning she could recover a lot faster from fatigue. Still, she was a bit weak, this being proven as she slumped back onto the bed, still staring intently at her wife. Speaking of which, Arnona began to squirm around, noticing that she was in the hands of someone else. She let out a mew, trying to wiggle herself free before beginning to calm down, sniffing the scent of who was carrying her. Eventually, she extended her paw out, intending to reach for Mariam's face.

Mariam was as still as a fucking statue. It wasn't horror, no, it wasn't fear, but the tears streaming down her face were something of absolute love when she looked at her daughter. She opened her mouth but nothing came up, though she let the paw against her face and all as she quietly just sat there with her, her own little girl.

Florence watched, glancing to Raymond and then Alice to make sure the two were stable while Mariam had her time with her daughter. She patted Raymond on the back and then gave him a kiss on the cheek. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump We cut to a few months into the year. Summer had now passed and they had entered into the autumn season. Raymond had been living with Florence and her daughters for quite some time now and the two had bonded together rather quickly. Speaking of the former, he was passed out on the bed, exhausted after an "eventful" night with Uselia. As he tossed and turned in his cotton white undergarments, he overhears a loud knock on the door which was accompanied by a faint mew. Rolling out of bed, his stretched for a moment before lazily making his way to the door. Opening the door, he was greeted by our two heroine and their newborn child. "Ah, good morning Alice my dear. I see you've brought the child again now have you?"

"Hehe, yep. It's been a while since you last spent time with her. Thought maybe you'd want to see her today, eh?" She said as she held Arnona in her arms. Compared to when she was pregnant, she was now back in her human form, mostly to keep other people from trying to kill her for not being human. In spite of this, she was no longer in her flat, petite form. She still retained her body shape and height, the only difference being that she kept her peach tone skin and black hair bun. This was mostly to meet the needs of her daughter and...wife. She preferred not to assume this body shape, but she saw it pleased Mariam so she stayed in it...for now.

Mariam was tired, but then again she gave her father in law a smile as wide as she could. If Alice didn't help the baby when she awoke then it was her and oh boy she didn't expect motherhood to be so tiring. There had been times where Alice had woken up with her baby across her chest, sleeping soundly together as a mother and daughter should. But a couple of hours without her beloved baby would kill her, yes, on the inside, though at the same time she would do anything for a nap in the mean time. "Heh.. Yeah.." @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Mariam Sofron (@Kars) - jump Alice wasn't much of a fan of handing her over to Raymond and Florence either. It's not that she disliked the latter, but that she was very much attached to Arnona. There were nights were Mariam had been awaken by a mentally distressed Alice, clinging to their newborn daughter due to a nightmare she had about her previous marriage. Moreover, she even swung at her wife out of pure instinct. Still, she did improve over time, but she wasn't over it. If anything, an old wound had reopened. "Anyways, Mariam and I are going to spend time together, hopefully at some restaurant we ran into the other day. What t ime would you like for us to come and pick her up?" She asked as the baby slept soundly in her arms.

"Hm, I suppose you could come later during the evening. I need to prepare dinner since it's a Sunday and well..." She leaned towards them and whispered "Uselia's been gaining quite the appetite so I have to take a little longer." He then leaned back while scratching a stubble that's been growing for two days. He loved Arnona dearly, but boy was she difficult to deal with. Every time she was awake, her mews would ring throughout whatever room she was in into the next while crawling around. Her eyes were already open, but something was wrong, she hardly knew where she was going.

Florence on the other hand adored her new granddaughter more than life itself. She would sit with her for hours and read to her and if she ate, the baby ate. She would always walk around to entertain her. Then again this is what Mariam was like, so she would of course be mischievous as literal hell and back. She shuffled, seemingly excited. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Florence Martel (@Kars) - jump "Alright, sounds good pa. I'll see you then." Alice said before giving him a hug. After that, she turned and began walking off with Mariam. She then turned to look at Raymond as he held their daughter in his arms. Anxiety crept up on her back until she let out a sigh as she turned back and left.

Taking note of her saddened expression, he let out a sigh as he gently closed the door and stared at were kitten looking him in the eyes. She would sniff him before suddenly wiggling free and crawling all over him, letting out several mews as he tried to grab her. As he did so, he turned around and saw Uselia, causing him to look at her in a worrying manner as he finally grabbed his fluffy grand daughter before saying, "Ah, Uselia honey. Your err....sister came to drop her daughter off for the day. Hopefully you too will get along just fine today." He nervously chuckled. His biggest fear was that jealousy would grow between the two. He loved them both equally, but he was afraid the former would not understand that."

Uselia blinked, head now up on his shoulder before looking down at the kitten. Florence had said the rapid growth was normal, and the losing of sharp teeth was too, was this an early puberty? Florence said so. Her species was weird and they grew like trees at only very early ages. She looked at the kitten, tilting her head. "..Food?" She asked. She wasn't fond of the fur on her food of course. Hence why she asked. @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

@Uselia Martel (@Kars) - jump Letting out a sigh, he responded, "No, Uselia...this is your niece, not food....on that note." He ran into the kitchen, saying, "Gina darling! I hope you brought groceries, your favorite feline baby is here!" And just like that, our story finally comes to a close...for now. With Raymond and having a family of his own and Florence finding a new partner, all seemed calm. Will this new, stitched together finally remain, or will it tear apart? We have soon to find out, but for now...all is good.

And it all ended with Gina yelling back. “I BOUGHT THEM VAMPUSSY SIMP.” @⚧Billy_Yank⚧

(( @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ @Kars Are you two wanting to keep this rp in active? It has been over a month.

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(( @⚧Billy_Yank⚧ @Kars Are you two wanting to keep this rp in active? It has been over a month.

((No, the story’s finished. Thanks for asking! ^^