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Omar: I've got a few guns on me, just hand guns. If we need them, there's rifles--one on the roof and one in the room the egg was stolen from. Both unclaimed but hard to walk around with without drawing attention. I've swiped a few knives too, so if we need some weapons of our own, let me know.

Nathalie: We are not arming ourselves. That's a one way ticket to a fire fight. Arm the other hitters if you must but no one else needs to pack heat.

Nathalie: What have you learned? Any lead no matter how small is a good enough reason to follow it. Do that.

Dallas: Well we still all agree the old people are shady as fuck. There's nothing going on with the window and I don't think Katya found anything with the stand and other than the dead body, there's really nothing to report here.

Dallas: Other than whoever stole the egg knows what they're doing but I don't exactly think that's breaking news

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Jack: yeah he had it in the game. hes a hot head and that might be my fault... sorry :/

Jack: tbd on khalid. talking now. he said hes the one who found the egg. and hes tracking it. trying to get more but ill let yall know.

Ace: he pointed a gun at me for literally no reason whatsoever. guy's about as stable as a house of cards in a hurricane, anything could tip him off.

Nathalie: Stop pissing off the armed people would you?

Nathalie: I want you to keep me updated Santos. If he's tracking the egg we need to find out how, where it is, and get it back now.

Dallas: I second the know angering armed people thing

Dallas: Now who has literally anything for me to do that doesn't involve me being in a room with a dead body because there's literally nothing in here

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Group Text to: The Baes

Ace: Yes ma'am. Not leaving the bed isn't gonna be a problem.

Ace: Also, baths. excellent. this is why you're the genius around here, D.

Rhi: I'd actually consider murdering people for a hot bath today.

Rhi: So we'll be eating a lot of take out for awhile, right?

Dallas: No murder, we've got enough dead bodies around here Rhi

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Group Text to: The Baes

Ace: Hey, we got this. There is literally no way all of us working together isn't enough. We're the best at what we do.

Ace: I have faith in us. Sure, this sucks right now and I'd rather be in bed with both of you and a tub of ice cream, but we'll get through it. We always do.

Rhi: I know we're going to get through this, it's just a matter of actually doing so.

Rhi: None of us are allowed to leave bed for a week, got it?

Dallas: No leaving bed for a week sounds good

Dallas: Also a long bath together

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Group Text to: The Baes

Rhi: Because we can't leave everyone else hanging. They need us, Dallas.

Rhi: or more accurately they need you and Ace.

Dallas: We need you too Rhi

Dallas: You'll find something to do from the outside

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Group Text to: The Baes

Rhi: I'm safe now. I'm just going to be outside, because I'd rather not be "shot on sight" if I come back inside.

Rhi: I'm just ready for this night to be over with.

Ace: It's ok, D. I mean, this is really messed up but we'll be fine.

Ace: still inside, gonna let sebastian in soon and do something. and that's smart rhi

Dallas: It is not okay.

Dallas: Why can't we just fucking go home

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yekaterinadolohova:

“Maybe we can trust him. Maybe he can help us find the egg. But there’s also the risk of outing ourselves further.” Katya sucks at her teeth quietly, fiddles with her dress. “Everyone seems to have spotted us so easily.” 

She’s no master logician. Weighing the risks, the advantages- it’s far out of Katya’s league, it’s what she looks to Sabina for. And now this decision could possibly endanger her.

It could be just another ploy. It could be an offer of genuine help. If they go to Sabina now, or another mastermind, would they be followed? Would Khalid really make good on his word?

What was the connection- or at least history - between them? Enough that he would seemingly offer his help them just to keep it out of Juliet’s clutches. And help how? Was he part bloodhound? Gun to her head, she would have picked to talk to Khalid- neither him nor Juliet seemed like someone who could be followed easily, or unaware. But it isn’t up to her. 

Her eyes turn back to Dallas, who seems to be up for some detective work of their own. Well enough. Maybe his instincts are correct. Maybe Jack and Via will have better luck elsewhere. But at any rate- she can’t just stand here for long, twiddling pensively at her thumbs. 

“I’ll stay for a bit. Just to look. The two of us might as well be thorough.”  

There’s a breeze coming in from the window, a cooling body, puddles of blood- such promising prospects. She might need to work up to the former. 

Katya inspects the egg stand, lips pursed as she moves the ornate metal to the side with a careful hand. So pretty. Likely prettier if re-united with its intended object. 

Dallas’s eyes flickered to the body on the floor. That’s probably what they should be searching, but they couldn’t really bring themselves too. Being in the same room as a dead body was bad enough but...touching it? Risking the feeling of blood on his hands again? He couldn’t. He couldn’t do that again. He wouldn’t. Good of the crews be damned. 

Dallas was distracted for a moment by the texts from his lovers. He’d known a day was coming that his emotions for hem would be a weak point. He just hoped today wouldn’t be the day it caused a job to crumble to the ground. “Rhi was just fucking held at gun point,” he mutters out to the room, unaware if Katya would hear or care. “Found anything over there?” they asked raising their brow at her at the egg stand.

Dallas moved over to the window. It seemed odd for it to be open. He looked around thoroughly, poking his head out of it briefly. Something was off here, the question was just what. And how had two separate parties managed to pin down their crew? And where was the egg? And when the fuck would they get to go the fuck home? 

When Omar entered the room, they barely had time to respond before the man was messing with the body. A shudder ran along their spine. They couldn’t even look at him handling the body. Instead, they chose to entirely ignore the an and go back to focusing on the window to ease the churning of his stomach. Whether or not any of them found anything, Dallas would need to leave the room sooner rather than later.

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Group Text to: The Baes

Rhi: I talked my way out of being shot

Rhi: I'm heading back outside though. Please stay safe yourself.

Ace: right back at you guys. me too, tho. I'm tired of people with guns questioning me today.

Ace: Ok. I'm still inside. D?

Dallas: You were what

Dallas: Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck

Dallas: Jesus fucking Christ I'm locked up with a dead body and you've both been held at gun point

Dallas: Fucking hell

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Group Text to: The Baes

Dallas: Please fucking stay safe

Dallas: Both of you

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It was a comfort to feel Katya gripping his hand back. It kept him tied to the here and now, kept him from sliding in to those dark shadows in the back of his mind he tried to keep hidden from everyone--most of all himself. They swallowed deeply and shot off a text to his partners. Knowing Ace and Rhiannon would stay safe at least would be something. Maybe not much, but something. All he wanted right now was to be laying between them, held tightly in his lovers arms.

But they couldn’t have that. So they’d try to do anything they could to get the group out of this sooner rather than later so he could have that. 

“Read the note first, let us know what it says before you go in case it’s important. Katya and I can maybe stay here and go through the room. Maybe we’ll find some kind of clue by poking around Nancy Drew style.” They hated the idea of staying in the room with the dead body, but someone had to. The odds of there not being anything of value here, seemed pretty low. Dallas took a breath to steady themselves and looked over at Katya to see if she felt like staying behind. “If you want to go, then go, but I’m sure there’s something here.”

Dallas dove into his own mind, putting behind the fact that there was a dead body in the room and their new shoes were gathering blood on the soles. He’d done enough unsavory things over the years. Why should now be any different? Their hands shook, but maybe if they were put to good use, they’d stop. Dallas got to work searching through the room to see if there was anything to be found.

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The sight of blood knocked the wind out of Jack as soon as they entered the room. He barely remembered his cover - you only care about Via, no one else - as the world burst into chaos around him. Jules… Juliet? Marguerite was Jules? His head was spinning. He felt like he wanted to vomit.

He clenched Via’s hand hard as they watched the scene unfold. If he had his wits about him, he’d maybe be worried about hurting her, but all his attention was focused on catching his breath, keeping his head. Easier said than done.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. They were all in danger, everyone in this room and in the house. These people weren’t just killers in the abstract, in the indirect sense; no, they could kill in cold blood, and Jack was afraid of all of them.

Just then, he felt his phone go off in his pocket, vibrating with abandon. What the fuck was happening? Had something else gone down? He quickly grabbed his phone and turned towards Via, trying to conceal his panicked typing. None of them seemed to know what was going on, if their texts were any indication. Apparently, he and the others had a lot to catch up on.

“Our signal was jammed,” he whispered to her, typing away furiously to bring their crews up to speed. “The others don’t know yet.”

He hit send and shoved his phone in his pocket just in time to watch the exchange between Juliet and Isabela. He watched with interest as Isabela managed to tame the tornado, and began to follow the meandering line of guests before he felt something slip into his free hand. He watched Khalid walk away, curiosity on his face to barely cover the still lingering panic from the dead body he just watched being dragged away.

He gulped and cleared his throat, speaking up just enough for someone to hear him, but with no real direction behind his words. “I did not sign up for this shit.”

Jack sighed as the rest of the group left the room, leaving only the crew members still inside. He tried to ignore the pool of blood behind them, the lingering fear that anyone, at any moment, could reveal themselves and try to kill them. They had been in danger since they stepped foot into this castle, since they accepted the job; hell, they’d been at risk a lot longer than that, and Jack was just about sick and tired of having to worry over everyone’s safety. Ever since the kidnapping, things had just been… well, tough. It was like everyone was a threat, no one was safe, and Jack couldn’t rest easy if his friends were in danger.

Once they were alone, Jack turned to face the other three, sticking by Via but directly addressing Dallas and Katya for the first time that night. “I’ve about had it with this shit,” he announced, huffing. “But I want to follow them. I’m done with being in the dark. Any of you wanna come with?” He asked, looking between them all. Before anything, though, he had to read whatever Khalid had slipped him. So while he waited for an answer, he unfolded the paper to inspect its contents.

As much as she’d like to pretend she were, Via’s no stranger to blood. As a child she had a passing interest in what daddy dearest really did and once stumbled upon what she donned his torture room. The death though, this blatant disregard for human life, that had her chilled. Her father was a cruel man, but had enough sense not to leave dead bodies laying around in his home, at least not where Via might accidentally stumble upon them.

She stopped looking for clues to what he did the day she found the man alive and still strapped to the chair. She assumes her father was taking a break, letting the man stew before trying to get anymore information. He was covered in blood and bruise, a large gash across his eyebrow, unrecognizable, but he recognized Via. Begged and pleaded with the young Russo to help him, but Via just stood their, trapped by her own fear, frozen until her father found her. After that she stopped looking for fear of what her father might do if he caught her again.

She trapped in that moment again, watching and mesmerized by the blood when she feels Jack squeeze her hand. She turns to him, coming back into herself. She sees Dallas out of the corner of her eyes and knows she can’t check in with him, but fuck she wishes she could. Instead she focuses on Jack. She takes her free hand, cupping it gently against the side of his face. “Hey, we’re going to make it out of this, okay? Just breathe and stay calm.”

She takes a deep breath at his words, “The others don’t know yet.” But what do they know? “We’ve been cut off from the rest of the world for however long we were in that room. They might know something we don’t.”

Via plays with the hair fringing Jack’s face, something that might seem a calming action but she’d using it as an excuse to block his frantic texting. He needs to warn the rest of the crews and they need to know what’s been going on in the rest of the Chateau.

As they begin to move, Via feels the paper pressed into their joined hands and she resists the urge to look immediately at both the person placing it their and the paper itself. “I’ll come.” She says, looking him directly in the eye. “I have a feeling we’re being jerked around here and I’d like to figure out by who.” She replies, nodding to the note. “What’s it say?”

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Dallas came to a halt the moment they entered the room. Their eyes splayed wide at the sight of the bodies, ones of them still struggling for breath, the other still on the floor. Dallas couldn’t tear their eyes away from the pools of blood that felt far too familiar. Stop it. You don’t know these people. They don’t matter. They’re people. They still matter. मां. 

His mind spun in circles, trying to catch up. It screamed for Ace or Rhiannon. He wanted them. Needed them. He wouldn’t be able to express it even after he saw them again, but he wanted as the three of them laying in bed together, sharing body heat and comfort and love. His hand started to reach out for Via, for someone they felt comfortable with, someone they could almost trust, but stopped himself just before it had moved too far. He wasn’t supposed to know Violetta, nor she him. Instead he settled for gripping onto Katya’s hand tightly.

He didn’t say a word as Marguritte--Jules?--stormed about the room and cornered them all. Jack, they could tell out of the corner of their eye was texting away. He’d relay the important information. For now Dallas just needed to focus on breathing and not vomiting all over the terrorist’s floors. It certainly wouldn’t win anyone any favors.

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Backstory:

Dallas Harper always adored his mother. She was sweet and kind and loving and showed him little spells all the time. His father was distant at best and brutal at reality. His father was a Death Eater, long before his own birth. And when he was just a few years old, his father received the order from Voldemort to kill his Mudblood wife. And he did, right in front of little Dallas, incapable of doing anything to stop the casting of the unforgivable curse. His father finally realized just what he’d done and took his own life just moments after. Dallas has always known everyone knows exactly who his father is and exactly what he did. So he puts on an untouchable mask of someone never bothered by anything. The boy who’s fun and confident and happy, even though he’s absolutely not. He does quite well in classes--excels really--and makes fast friends with nearly anyone willing to overlook his father’s acts.

House: Slytherin Blood Status: Half Blood (Full blood father, muggleborn mother) Year: 5th Classes: Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures Clubs/Teams & Positions: Dallas is far too cool for Quidditch, but does partake in Dueling Club. He was however, accidentally and much to his total chagrin, appointed a house Prefect as he excels in his classes Animals Brought to Hogwarts: A small Elf Owl named, ironically, Horntail. The litle thing is small enough it doesn’t do much good delivering letters. Instead its main purpose in Dallas’s life is to ride on his shoulder as an accessory to outfits when needed

Wand: 13.25 inch larch wood wand with rigid flexibility and a dragon heartstring core Patronus: Tonkinese Cat Boggart: Dallas’s Boggart is watching anyone he cares about (though specifically his mother, though it’s already happened) being killed while he sits completely helpless (the same way that happened with his mother) Favorite Place to Hang Out: The Great Hall Favorite Class: Tranfiguration Future Ambitions: Honestly Dallas just wants to own the most fabulous magical bar/night club known to all the wizarding world Other: Dallas is an animangus. His animal form is a stoat

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Lost → Dallas

Via: LISTEN HERE FUCK FACE

Via: IT WASN'T MY IDEA TO PICK A PLACE WE'D NEVER MET BEFORE

Dallas: Sounds like not my problem

Dallas, a few minutes later: Where are you, I'll com save you

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parker-mehta:

The pinch inbetween Omar’s eyebrows was not the normal response to seeing him, and with his words, Parker could feel the house of cards he was standing on start to tumble down. The possibilities began to flash infront of his eyes, but he shook them aside at the look in Omar’s eyes. The lack of shock or panic was a bonus (and only reaffirmed his own suspicions at Omar’s less than legal job description), and some of the truth was going to come out. The only question was, how much?

The smile completely faded from his face, and Parker ran his hand through his hair as he looked down at the ground. “Can we go-” He let out a little half sigh and looked up at the man who’s trust he had just betrayed. “Can we go somewhere private to talk about this? I’ve got a hotel room five minutes away where we can talk more freely.” Parker put a touch of pleading in his voice and in his eyes.

It wasn’t a grift, anymore than the rest of his life was, and he was going to reveal more than the bare minimum. It wouldn’t destroy him too badly if Omar did betray him in turn, as much as he really hoped that Omar wouldn’t. 

Omar wanted to be mad. He certainly felt like he should be. Alexander was just another grifter, another in a long stream of criminals to come into his life. But the criminals who had come into his life recently had made it better. Sabina and the others in their crew had become the closest thing to a family he’d ever had. They were friends, family. They mattered to him more than he had ever fathomed people could. 

And could he really hold it entirely against Alex (or whatever his name really was) that he hadn’t been honest with his past? It wasn’t like Omar had been open with his. He wasn’t even open about his with the crews. The only person who really knew his past was Sabina (and by extension, a part of him had always assumed, Katya, but he certainly didn’t share it with her). If he was just a grifter, Omar doubted any skeletons Alex had in his past were any worse than the literally ones Omar had.

Omar sighed. He thought about inviting him back to his apartment, but he wouldn’t let the man get that close to the crew until he knew more and fully understood what was going on with him. “Fine,” Omar said, shaking his head. “Although you and I have never been much good at just talking. Is that how you kept running into me then? Was it all part of a grift or what?”

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