Double Or Nothing: A Coin Flip Away

Reunions Come and Go

The table being struck brought everyone's eyes toward the crash. Only Darryl, whose own lenses had been impaired in his crash, was unable to turn and face his brother. Deck's platinum gauntlet struck the table with a shudder. "We need to find the rest of our crew. I refuse to let The Stripe kill any more of my brothers or sisters!" he roared. Carlyle rose from her seat with her bronze cutlass jangling below her hips. "Decklyn, we all do. But let's not get hasty, alright? Lucifer's told us himself the situation's too risky, so-" "So WHY hasn't he done anything about this?!" Deck retaliated.

Carlyle took a hesitant step backward, her eye stunned by the snap. 'He's never behaved like this,' she told herself. Darryl rose from his seat in the library, wiping some crumbs from supper into a bowl and setting the bowl on the coffee table beside him. "Deck, charging out into the unknown won't solve anything. We tried that, and it nearly got your friend killed." Deck toyed with the grip on his shield strap while Darryl moved past Carlyle, placing a hand on Deck's platinum shoulder plate.

"You're worried about our family. I've been doing that long before you came around. This process takes time, but we will do something about it." Darryl turned to Carlie with a stern expression. "Have you been able to ring up Grymm or Vyolet since the outbursts in Pride?" he gestured with his free hand. Carlyle crossed her arms across her scraps and tattered jacket, huffing. "Nope. Grymm's still on that spec op's mission with the fire department rebellion, and Vyolet, last I checked, wasn't at Azzie's party, so she's..."

Carlyle caught herself at the edge. Darryl's eyes narrowed in response. "Nice catch," he replied, turning to a restless Deck. Since removing his hand from his brother's shoulder, Deck was intently practicing a juggling technique, switching his shield between his legs and swishing tail. "Deck. If we left to track down Grymm, could you possibly find Vyolet again?" Deck chuckled, balancing on one hand and swinging himself around into a hovering, criss crossed position.

"Easier said than done," he answered with his free right gauntlet, "Vye's been offline for a while. Might be worth tracking down Shrap or Cynthia and asking them for a tracker device thingy." Darryl shook his head, collapsing into the chair beside a row of books labeled in alphabetical order. Scratching his temples, Darryl turned to Carlyle and Deck. "No. They're occupied enough with closing this rift in Gluttony, let's not bother them further. However," Darryl caught himself, scraping a fingernail against his horned chin, "wait a moment.

"A visit to Gluttony isn't a bad idea like I thought." Carlyle leaned forward, tying her hair back while leaning on her cutlass' handle propping her upright on the table. "You think Vye's in Gluttony?" she asked. Deck flipped off of his hands, landing on his feet with his shield strapped over his back. Turning to Carlyle in a stance, Deck shrugged. "Well sure! Gluttony's one of the few places that hasn't been ravaged by the blood storm in Pride. Might be a safe bet to check that out." Carlyle chewed at her lip. "Makes sense to me," she mumbled.

Darryl sat forward, weaving his fingers through one another. "So now the question becomes when do we leave? We've got a plan and we know where our last two siblings are, so we should-" "Hold it," Deck cut in, waving his black and silver gloves. Darryl paused, turning to his young sibling. "Yes, Decklyn?" he responded. Deck planted his hands over his chestplate, his vertically arranged eyes narrowing. "You and Carlie are just gonna charge into Pride and get Grymm? Just like that?" Darryl turned to Carlyle for her expression, then nodded. "That's exactly what we're going to do, Deck," he answered.