Fragility of the Mind

Ariel said nothing, staying true to her word. She really did have nothing to say to him. She simply continued to lie there, glaring daggers at the wall.

"Ah...I see...it's because your little trick didn't work, huh? If you feel the need to strike me or trip me, you may do so"
He says, completely serious

Ariel opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it. She wasn't going to fall for it. She tugged lightly on the bed sheet she was lying on, thinking to herself. Why the hell was he back anyway? It's not like anyone missed him, and TK was finally happy.

'If he messes anything up...'

Alevon stands up quickly, almost as if he was about to do something durastic, but stops, he says quietly to Ariel

"I'm here because it was never my intent to abandon the team. I am here to help you all fight in the war, a war of which I was fighting against before it even started. If you have a problem with it, speak now, or deal with it."

His eyes are red and blue again, but there is a slight red shimmer about them

At that moment Gabrielle called out, "I don't have a problem with you, but you came back to us, not the contrary, so you're going to play by our rules." She pulled at her sheets tighter around her, feeling like the artificial light was finally making her tipsy enough to throw objects across the room.

Alevon turns to Gabrielle now, tugging at the collar of his shirt to loosen it up a bit.

"Ah, yes, well...I don't have to work with you all, you see...as I already have nearly three years of inside-information regarding the Masterminds. At this point, it seems you all need me more than I need you."
His eyes turn blue

"...however, I understand how you feel, so I will at least try to behave myself around you all"

"Try? What are we, judgmental bitches looking for some tail?" Emir asked him, checking his phone.

"Well you see...I've developed a uh...actually, I'm not sure if there's a word for it.....but I have violent tendencies now, not that I didn't have them before, but I'm a little different in battle.....I hope you all understand..."
He says, rubbing his head

"That's utterly vague, but I'll use my imagination." Emir said, putting his forefinger on his forehead and winking at him.

"Mmmmm..."
Alevon hums before sitting on the floor

"I am incredibly violent. I tear people apart, and devour the fresh remains. I bathe in their raining blood. Enough said."

He states, leaning his head on his hand

Gabrielle tilted her body around, this time facing the other side. "I think you have a problem." With her old friends back into her life, so did the prickly attitude. "You're powerful, sometimes ressourceful, but damn, you have a problem." She mumbled the last part and, in seconds, skipped out of the bunk.

"I'm aware of that...not much to be done now other than accept it."
He says 'matter of factly'

"I'm down with that, just don't try to kill me." Emir laughed, putting his phone away. "So, what be the plan of today?"

"Today?"
Alevon inquires

"It's midnight"

Alevon hangs his head back and closes his eyes, rubbing his hands together, opening his mouth and letting out a sigh/exhale...steam is barely seen coming from his mouth.

...figures....they still don't like me...and from what I've seen, it appears that they didn't want me to come back...whatever then...they may feel as they like, there's no sense in explainging my motives to those who choose not to listen...

Alevon glances around the room
"Alright, goodnight everyone, I'll be here in the morning with Videor and Maya, I hope you all have a pleasant rest"
He gives a finger-wave (waving with only the fingers), and he vanishes, returning back to his home and merging with his sleeping other-self

Raine was curled up in a dark closet. Her eyes were red and puffy from lack of sleep and continuous crying. She hadn't had an ounce of drugs for a long while now and she was slowly and painfully being dragged into withdrawl. She felt horrible, her arm was regrowing (how long has it been? lmao, when the fack is this week over?) and she felt like she wanted to die. Also, with the new found information about Jonathon being alive, Raine was rattled to her bones. Her face was pressed into the floor, her cheek lying upon a pool of her own tears and she felt her hip buzz. She looked at her phone and cringed at the light.

"Oh, TK," she muttered, her voice sounding more like a croak from a frog than anything.

She sat up in an upright position and a moan escaped her lips, she felt her eyes sting but she bit down on her tongue and got up, tasting blood. She opened the door and cringed again at the light but she made her way to where TK told her to go (lol, wherever that is) and found everyone there. She looked at TK sleeping and wrinkled her nose.

"You're the whore who sent me a message to get my ass over here and now you're asleep. Great." She settled down to the ground and held her knees with her arm. Her language was rude, and Raine felt herself reverting back into the girl she used to be before Jon. She was afraid for herself.

"Don't talk to my sister like that." Emir said, sitting on the ground also, his back on his bed. "What's with you? thinking about this 'Jon' person?"

Raine grumbled.

"The answer you seek is up your ass and around the corner. Also, who the hell tells someone to go somewhere then falls asleep on them? I'll call her whatever I want." She pressed her forehead to her knees until her face hurt.

"My sister apparently." Emir scoffed. "Stop with the hardcore bitch attitude, or I will pop a cap on you." He warned, getting out his revolver.

"How about you stop trying to act macho and put the toys away? Oh, and stop talking like me, snapping witty comments is my job." Before he could do or say anything else, she rolled into a portal that opened up beside her. She then was relocated to the closet she had been in. The only reason she had left her sad little closet was to see what TK wanted, her text said she was worried about Raine. After being harrassed by Emir she'd rather not talk to anyone. No one seemed to know the pain of withdrawl and a regrowing arm.

Emir shrugged, spinning his revolver.

"Macho? Geez, All she got to do is open up a little and I'll help, but o well." He laughed as the thought of him being macho. "Psssh, macho, I'm just an psychopathic pervert."