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The constant flow of chatter and yelling echoed through the empty manor halls, the many candles and torchlights illuminating the dining hall.
“ Il m'a appelé « un vieil homme laid »” Joseph scoffed to Mary, who merely nodded her head as she raised a wine glass to her lips.
“C'est parce que vous êtes!” Edgar shouted across the table, grumbling something to Luca next to him as the ‘prisoner’ forced him to sit down. Nearby, Kurt was animatedly explaining a recent adventure of his to a confused Michiko.
“ わかりません,” Michiko repeated, fanning her face. Kurt, oblivious, waved his hands again, excitedly talking about a balloon he went up in. The Geisha cast a glance to Xie, but he was too busy leaning over Fan to shout at Burke.
“把那該死的東西關掉!” He yelled, angrily pointing at BonBon, who for the past twenty minutes, had been making clicking sounds, explosion and whirring noises, and being a nuisance in general.
“Hold on Tracy dear,” Burke said, holding a hand up to pause the conversation about mechanics and turning to Xie. “What do you want?” Xie angrily pointed at Bonbon again, and made a crushing motion with his fist. Burke gasped, and patted the robot on the head, muttering reassurances to it.
“Idiots,” Freddy mumbled, casting a glare to Kreacher who was shoving something in his pocket. Leo glared at the lawyer from his spot from across him, angrily gripping his fork, and Freddy avoided eye contact.
“My Angel,” Emma hummed, almost drowned out by Robbies screeching. Emily looked up from her plate. “Didn’t you mention that you had to close down your clinic?” Emily froze, before carefully setting her spoon down.
“Yes..Yes I did Emma, why?” Emily asked, tilting her head slightly, looking everywhere but at Freddy, who was glaring daggers.
“I’m just curious why,” Emma said, adjusting her hat. Freddy took his chance and pointed an accusing finger at Emily.
“It’s because SHE killed my wife in there!” He hissed, and Emma shoved his hand away with a glare.
“Don’t you dare touch My Angel,” Emma snapped back. Leo glared at Freddy again, tossing his fork this time.
“What the hell Leo?” Freddy shouted, barely dodging the sharp object, that embedded itself in the wall behind him. He looked at it with disgust.
“YOU stole MY wife!” He yelled, and Freddy grinned.
“That is very much not true, infact, your EX-wife left you for me because-” Freddy was abrupt cut off by a large fist connecting with his face. He hit the ground hard, and Leo sat back down with a satisfied grin. It didn’t last very long though, because Antonio turned to him and started yelling at him.
“Come mai sei andata e hai fatto una cosa del genere, idiota!” The violinist angrily gestured to the fork still lodged in the wall, and Freddy, who was half sprawled in his food. Victor, who had been watching the ordeal in silence, nudged Andrew and tilted his head towards the fork, which upon closer inspection, was solidly stuck. Mike had followed their gaze and let out a whistle.
“Jesus Christ, that Beck sure is strong,” he laughed, and quickly went silent after Andrews glare was leveled at him.
“Don’t” Andrew began, but Mike cut him off, putting his hands up in mock surrender.
“Right right, don’t use the lords name in...” He trailed off, watching in awe as one of the Dream Witches followers, the one who had been pacing the wall, grabbed the fork and tugged in out in one swift motion.
“What a woman,” Jack said, who had been watching the scene unfold. He flexed his claw at Galatea, who cast him a look. “You’re quite a woman too,” he said, claw brushing Galateas cheek, and Galatea stabbed his arm with her knife.
“Wenn du mich wieder berührst, werde ich dich zu einer Statue machen,” she growled, and violently began cutting her steak.
Completely oblivious to anything around them, Naib, William, and Servais sat in tense silence, as William picked at his food. “What kind of meat did you say this was?” He asked Servais, who smiled. “I think it’s ribs.”
“ केवल भगवान खाना खाऊ” Naib muttered, running a hand down his face. William blinked at him, and then at Servais, before lifting the meat to his mouth. With a shrug, he started eating.
“Какой благородный!” The entomologist commented to her bees, watching at the Dream Witches followers ate. The Dream Witch wasn’t visible, but she was probably in the same spot she usually was. Vera sat next to her, watching the followers with disgust as they dug their hands into their food, and shoved it into their mouth. The only breaks between them gorging was their screeching as they thrashed around in what might have been pain.
Vera glanced at Margaretha, who leaned on Demi as they conversed. They were too far away to hear over Robbie and Bonbon though, so she slumped back down and dropped her chin on her hand, observing the hunters, frowned in disgust as Violetta quickly spun out what appeared to be a cloak and gave it over to Hastur.
Aesop tapped his fingers repeatedly on the table, and cringed slightly every time Robbie took another breath to continue his screeching. How he took a breath was unknown to him though, as he was confident that Robbie didn’t have a head under that sack, if the time Joseph attempted to pat his head and left a dent was anything to go by.
“¿ Puedes parar?” Jose asked, punctuating the question with a swig of alcohol. Aesop didn’t glance at him, continuing to stare at the hunters, and occasionally re-sectioning off the food on his plate. “Es muy molesto,” he grumbled, finishing off his bottle. He looked behind him for a moment, and narrowed his eyes at the follower as they reached their hand out to scratch at Martha. “Oi-” He began, but a bang cut him off. Martha hadn’t even looked up from her plate, but was already shoving the flare gun back in her holster. Smiley was glaring at her, and so was Norton, Aesop had flinched at the loud sound and had gone back to drumming his fingers, faster now.
A commotion from across the table gathered most of everyone's attention. Murro was standing holding the now almost empty bowl of mashed potatoes, Kevin had the bread basket, Lucky was stressfully trying to convince Murro to sit down, Luchino and Bane were covered in potatoes, and Bane looked murderous. “Come on let’s not get too out of hand here,” Eli said standing up, wrestling the bowl from Murro. “Put those down Kevin.”
Kevin stuck his nose up. “I will not! I need to protect the ladies! And I don’t want Murro to end up chucking them at the giant lizard,” he said, moving the basket with him.
“Ó faraor,” Fiona sighed, grasping the Holy Key closer to her.
“nou pa ta bezwen èd ou kanmenm,” Patricia directed at Jose with a scowl.
“What’s going on?” Helena whispered to Tracy, who shrugged.
“I think Murro threw mashed potatoes at Bane and Luchino, but i’m not really sure,” the inventor said, shoving her plate away. “But whatever they’re doing over there, I want in.” Helena reached her hand out to try and stop Tracy, but she had already brushed past with a skip in her step, leaving Helena to grasp at air.
“This place is a fucking nightmare,” Eli sighed, watching the chaos unfold infront of him. Some of the survivors and hunters had opted to step back or leave the hall entirely, while the others decided to partake in food slinging. He too opted to leave, not wanting to deal with the consequences of whatever was about to happen. He noticed Helena had picked up on what was going on and was running her hand along the wall as she made her way over to the doors. Eli waited until she was semi close before grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. As they got out the main door, a cake slapped the wall next to them, causing Helena to flinch.
“Thank you Eli,” Helena said with a nod of her head before making her way down the hall, presumably back to her room.
Back in the hall, it had devolved into chaos, audible through the thick doors. Hopefully the owner of the manor wouldn’t mind the mess too much. Ann was lucky that she had gone to bed earlier.