Crazy Fantasy Roleplay. (OPEN)

(I'm so sorry, I'm not currently able to type on my computer, and it's kind if really hard on a phone, but I'll fix that! Thx for telling me!)

Finneas frowned, “I would prefer she be there.” He gestured to Mercy.

Rune smiled at the two new girls, “Hello.” She croaked and cradled her hurt hand in her lap.

"Yeah, well you don't get what you prefer. I'm not afraid to beat you to death this time, so i wouldn't complain alright?"
He says leaning towards him, his third eye practically staring into his soul.

It took a lot of concentration for Mercy to keep her whole body from turning pink at being put in the spotlight like that.
It did make sense that Finneas would prefer her over Young-Jae considering she hadn't had a chance to attack him earlier and Young-Jae hadn't tried to talk with him.
”I have no objections to visiting.” She agreed, making eye contact with the floor. ”Though I didn't demonstrate it earlier I am capable of… defending myself. That fact is actually why I ended up here.” It wasn't a lie, though it wasn't just defense either.

"Okay, but if he tries anything foolish, I'll knock his head off…got it?"
He snapped back at Finneas. He really didn't want Mercy doing it, but maybe she could fight.

She rolled her eyes at Young-Jae’s protectiveness before they turned a shade of ice blue. ”Depending on the situation; you may not get a chance to.”
Mercy looked back at Grace and Isobel, softening the harsh color to a warmer shade. ”I’m sorry. We’re not intentionally ignoring you. It's just been a long strange day.”

“What part of me has ever hinted that I’m violent?” He asked Young-Jae, mind flickering back to memory— to when he was actually nineteen— that made him only slightly uncomfortable. He pushed the thought aside, returning his attention to Rune. He cradled the side of her head with a hand.

"Owning someone"
He snapped at him then turning to Naide.
"We should go now…."
He says looking at everyone else.

Finneas’ face curled into a brief snarl, “I never owned anyone!” He finally snapped, raising his voice to a near yell “I owned a raven, and that raven turned herself into a human and ran away. I’ve done nothing violent towards her!”

Rune flinched at the sudden change of tone and inched away from Finneas.

Mercy stepped up to Rune in hopes to reassure her that she was still safe.
“Okay that’s enough.” She said firmly. “Finneas if you happen to have anymore of your “recipe” that caused this, will you bring it out?” It was phrased as a question but spoken more like a statement. “This is partly my fault. When I first saw the band, I didn’t know Rune had been a Raven and believed that she was a slave who had run away. I then past my suspicion on to Young-Jae.” She apologized with a small sigh.

“Of course.” Finneas stood up with a pained grunt. He walked over to the storage shelves beside his bed to locate the rest of the batch Rune hadn’t eaten.

Turning to Naide once again he sat down on a chair next to her as she rested her head on his shoulder and sighed.
"I wish i couldve beat him up….lucky"
She says with a tiny laugh as Young-Jae tilted his head back to the wall.
"It felt good to finally beat someone up.."
He laughed.

Naide and Young-Jae eyes shoot at mercy.
"Mercy"
They both said standing up and walking to the doorway.

”Didn’t I already agree to that?” Mercy questioned a bit confused. ”And it seems more complicated than that to me. Isn't it?”

"Okay then, if you won't then i will"
Naide crossed her arms with a sigh while she leaning against the doorframe.

”I already said I would do it, Naide.” Mercy sighed, eyes flashing a bit defensively.
Are they both this stubborn?
Taking a moment to survey the room, Mercy answered, ”We weren't really fighting over Rune. It's just we made some quick accusations and now, after talking with Finneas, I would like to verify if we were really right or if we made a mistake.”

"Good, i just wanted you guys to shut up"
She says finally walking out if the house, sitting on the grass outside.

Mercy raised a brow. ”You just said that, Grace. And the apparent consensus seems to be me… And Finneas.”

“Yes, she does seem quite attached to me doesn’t she?” Finneas held out the cloth bag of seemingly innocent biscuit-cookies to Mercy, or anyone who was take them, “They don’t work the way I wanted them to anyway.”

Rune crept over to examine the bag Finneas held, very interested.

Finneas held it out of her reach, “No, I know they smell delicious but you’ve already had one before, remember?”

Rune didn’t understand all he said; she just wanted those delicious snacks again.

”Well, she has known you for much longer than the single day that she has known the three of us.” Mercy watched as Finneas kept the bag away from an eager Rune, holding back a laugh.
Deciding to intervene, she wrapped her arms around the dark-haired girl, pulling her back. ”Rune, stop that.” She chuckled. ”Don't worry, I have no intention to try one. But in what way do they not work?” She gave an appraising glance at Finneas. ”Too young?”

"okay, we should get going now. And if you guys have another place to stay, you are extremely welcome to stay there."
He says making his way out of the house.

Rune giggled, curling up her arms to hold onto Mercy’s, “Biscuit,” she kept whispering, but mostly for the amusement now.

“Well, it turned Rune into a human; I’m already a human.” He explained, “When Rune was a raven she was in her mid-twenties, and it looks like it didn’t change her age any.” He cast a partly amused glance to Rune. “Mischievous as ever, still.”