A Roleplay with Mittens365

First Supper

N: Johann nodded and went to follow, but when Helena asked if she could join, he shook his head. "It's best if you stay here," he spoke, "don't worry, we'll be back."

With that, the Mandorian followed the Mandarian down the hallways, blindly turning corners until they finally stumbled across the Saxon.

Lying on his bed, Wolfgang had returned to his room, and stared plainly at the ceiling. Confused, Johann stepped inside and was surprised to see a knife embedded into the wall, holding up a photo. With a closer inspection, the image was a photo with the Mandarians and Corbin, yet the German's eyes were scratched out.

"I asked if there were any drawings of Corbin," Wolfgang finally spoke, making the Mandorian jump a little, "then someone showed me on their little devices what they called a 'photo' of him. They suggested if I wanted the photo, so of course I did, so they 'printed it' and gave it to me."

Johann just stared at the photo, seeing the smiles on everyone's faces, and unsettled by Corbin's face. "So, what are you going to do," he asked.

"I've got to keep myself in check; I don't want to be like this in front of Niko," the other admitted, "but I got to channel my anger somewhere, and a photo will suffice. For now."

M: Adira jumped onto the bed to get a better look at the picture, but when she saw who was on it her four wings sagged.

"You no like Uncle Corby, huh, he do bad things to you I guess," she assumed, "he not like who he was before, but you probably no believe that, huh."

She went over to Wolfgang and lay her head on his chest, purring quietly to comfort him, "Grunckle MA can help anger, he has place you shoot guns, he say shoot guns help with anger, maybe it help you too?  But please no hurt Corby, he good person now, he saved Granpa Mandara once, he have bad wings and fell out of sky, and Corby save him, it true."

N: "Seriously," Johann asked in surprise, "Corbin saved Mandara?"

"Who cares," Wolfgang muttered, "this is the first time I can finally get back at him, but all of a sudden he's a good guy. If this is how I can avenge my friends and family, then I'm still going to crush his will."

Johann sighed as he looked back at the photo, studying Corbin. "You do what you feel it's right," he spoke, "just try not to kill him."

"I can't promise you that," the Saxon chuckled before gently sitting up, "you know what, maybe I should take up shooting. Could use some target practice," and with that the Saxon got up to search for MA.

M: "Grunckle MA's outside, could hear him yelling and being angry," Adira informed them, she then twitched her ears a bit before adding, "Granpa is with him, he crying now, maybe leave him alone for bit."

"Wow, you can hear them all the way from up here," a voice asked, the three of them turned to see Rowen standing at the doorway, "that's really impressive, how can you do it?"

"Daddy says I'm special, humans make me special," Adira smiled, "they make me to hunt country people, but Daddy rescue me, now I hunt mice and snakes."

"And your parents let you do that, that's kind of irresponsible, not to mention disgusting," the Mandorian shivered, "anyway, Wolfe, you know that revenge never leads to anything good, you shouldn't be focusing on something so petty.  Before you say I have no right to call it petty, I'll remind you that Johann and I had it much worse than you, even if it was only three years, but you don't see me rising to gut anyone.  Please, think about your son, if you focus on Corbin then you can't be there for him when he is in pain." Rowen let that sink in for a moment, then relayed Mandara's message that dinner would be ready soon, then left just as soon as he appeared.