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Fuck.

He groans as he lands on his stomach again.

Damn. This was so much harder than the others were making it look. Even Carlos was bouncing from wall to wall with ease.

He pushes himself up with a grin as he wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.

At least he hadn't bitten anything this time.

He chuckles.

Still better than schoolwork.

"Ya gotta push off the wall man." Jay pats his back, "You're gettin' better though."

"Yeah," Lonnie grins before she flips off the top of the roof above them. "You've made some

big improvement since we started."

Carlos slides down the building with an impressive amount of dexterity for someone who always bitched about athleticism. "We done?" He asks hopefully.

"No fuckin' way," He shakes his head. "I wanna figure out how to hop between the walls first." He runs a hand through his hair. "This would be totes dope to get down well enough to shoot while doing."

Jay lifts a brow. "You shoot guns?"

"Fuck no." He snorts. "Well, I mean, I can." He back peddles as he rubs his neck, "My dad's always been super on top of my marksmanship, but bows are where it's really at. Anyone can use scopes and sights to take out their target. It takes real skill and precision to use a bow though. Plus, they're a lot quieter." He grins. "Which is dope when hunting."

"Huh." Jay frowns. "Aren't guns more like, more deadly though?"

"Oh, for sure," Lonnie nods. "You can totally shoot more rounds per second. And the ballistics are completely different. As are their ranges. With the right rifle, someone can take a shot from like a mile away."

He can't help his glare.

Lonnie smiles sheepishly as she holds up her hands. "But Roy's not wrong. It takes a lot more time, training, and skill to shoot a bow."

Carlos chuckles as he looks between the both of them. "Everything has its pros and cons."

"Exactly," Lonnie gestures towards him. "Like personally, I find swords to be where it's at. It takes more discipline and allows for actual combat, so the target knows where you're attacking from. So is more honorable than a ranged weapon, "

"Honorable?" He lifts a brow before he closes his mouth, "ya know what- That's kinda fair."

"See," She gestures to him. "It's more wieldy as well. So the strikes can be more precise as you two know." She grins. "You have to take a lot more into account with arrows and bullets. Like the wind factor and kickback."

"Depends on your skill." He shrugs. "But you're not wrong."

Jay looks between the two of them thoughtfully. "But you both are like trained with guns?"

Lonnie shoots him a grin, "With our parents? It'd be weirder if we weren't."

"Huh." Jay nods.

His brows knit together, "why, ya interested?"

"Kinda, yeah." Jay rubs his neck. "I don't like that I don't know shit about them, besides like, the bare minimum."

"There weren't really guns on the Isle, I mean besides the hunters," Carlos supplies before he tilts his head, "Well until there were. I forgot that Shan Yu was making them. Not sure how long or how, but T swiped a couple. Black powder too." He adds, "Mal was pissed because it's not as much firepower as Gil an' his family have," He shrugs, "but it makes me feel better. Just in case, you know." He rubs the back of his neck. "Things were gettin' weird before we left."

Weird?

What the fuck could possibly be considered weird on an Isle built of villains?

He wanted to ask so bad, but even he knew better.

There wasn't a quicker way to get one of Carlos's gang to clam up quicker than prying.

Still, it sounded concerning.

He knew they were worried about their friends on the Isle.

Hell, after what they'd seen on Mal and Jay's roogle search, he was worried about their friends on the Isle.

He just hadn't thought-

Guns?

Seriously?

He wasn't sure why it surprised him so much. I

It was an Isle worth of villains, after all.

But on top of everything else-

Fucking guns!?

The fuck had his friends gone through?

"It'd be dumb to start with real guns." Lonnie frowns as she crosses her arms, her expression thoughtful. "But we could totally go to my brother's range. It's just paintballs, but it'd give you a general idea of how they operate before we go to a real range-" She holds up her hands, "That is, if you want?"

"Fuck yes we should go paintballing!" He grins, "That terrain would be boss for parkour and-" he looks to Jay, "I think you an' Mal would like really fucking love it."

He doesn't miss the way Carlos shrinks at the thought.

Whether it was the thought of the guns, paint, or terrain, he wasn't sure, but that doesn't stop him from slinging his arm over his shoulder.

Jay chuckles, "If it involves paint I already know Mal is in. And I'm down for a beginners course."

Lonnie pumps her fist, "Hell yeah." She turns to Roy, "That mean you're in too?"

"Fuck yes I'm in." He grins, "I've only ever gone with my dad. Goin' with you three seems much cooler."

He chuckles as he feels Carlos sag in relief at being left out of the count.

But then-

"I think you should come too, Pup." Jay crosses his arms.

"But-"

He shares a look with Lonnie before she nods.

"I don't think that's such a great idea," She volunteers. "Paintballs can really hurt." She quickly holds up a hand, "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Carlos can handle it. But, I scared I'd end up being ruthless if someone pegged him, and it's just supposed to be a fun way to hone your tactical skills.."

"I," Carlos frowns as he shakes his head, "I really don't wanna see Lonnie ruthless."

Jay snorts, "Bet you don't."

"Yeah, if she scares you, I really don't think I want any of that." Carlos rolls his eyes before he looks over to Lonnie, "Sword sparring now, I'm totes down for a nice spar, ooh, better yet, we can just call it lessons. Cause you've got moves."

"Thank you," Lonnie beams at him. "And I'd love to give you lessons. Just let me know when."

"That could be fun." He grins.

"You interested too, Bird Boy?" Lonnie grins.

"Bird Boy? That can not be my nickname." He shakes his head before he holds his arms up in an 'x' in front of his chest, "Nope, rejected."

Lonnie chuckles.

"But you like birds."

"No. I like falcons." He crosses his arms, "Specifically Tuck and every one of his lineage."

Carlos blinks up at him before he starts tapping at his watch.

"The more you reject it, the more it sticks…" Lonnie shakes her head in amusement.

"Do you train falcons!?" Carlos interrupts him before he can retort at Lonnie.

"Yep," He grins proudly.

Jay looks between them, clearly puzzled.

"Fuck this-" Jay shakes his head before he pulls out his phone.

"So Tuck's line is the line you train?" Carlos continues, his eyes bouncing from his watch to him and back.

"Yeah," He nods, "They all have similar temperaments, so I stick to his brood. My dad has like ten he looks after and breeds, but, yeah," He rubs the back of his neck, "that's a lot of fucking work."

"And a sanctuary!" Carlos grins up at him before he tilts his head, "Can I meet Tuck?"

"Course," He nods, "But um, maybe don't bring Dude."

"Woah, now, remember how I explained we're not supposed to leave the school for a while? Or at least the city?"

"Yeah," He nods, "But I keep Tuck at the stable. He has abandonment issues."

Carlos's lips pout, "Poor Tuck. How have I never met him?"

"Mostly? Dude."

"That's fa- wait," Carlos tilts his head, "why?"

"Uh…" He rubs the back of his head.

"Falcons are predator birds, and even the best-behaved ones can't always fight instincts." Lonnie quickly explains.

He nods, "What she said."

"Huh." Jay studies him for a moment, "I wanna meet him." He tucks his phone back in his pocket. "They look cool."

"Really?" He asks in surprise. No one had ever asked to meet Tuck before. Not even Doug- Though he was pretty sure that was because of his glasses.

"Me too!" Lonnie raises her hand with a grin, "I've never gotten to be that close to them. Dad's ridic protective."

"Well, Tucks a big softy." He grins, enjoying the warmth that spreads through his chest at their genuine interest, "We'll bring him some snacks, and once you scratch him under his beak he'll be your best friend."

"Cool," Jay grins. "I've never really gotten to see a bird up close, and from the pictures, they look badass."

"Cause they are." He smiles.

"Mind if Mal comes?"

"Sure," He nods, "I'm sure Tuck would appreciate the company."

"So, like tonight after dinner?" Lonnie asks hopefully.

"Yeah," He chuckles. "That's usually when I visit him anyways- Well then or during math-"

"Is that where you disappear too!" Carlos admonishes.

"Well, it's not like I can play COD without my One o' One backin' me, can I?"

"Roy," Carlos whines, "You've gotta do math. It's important."

"Do I, though?" He taps his chin, "I mean, I'm pretty good with my new C average. Can't raise the bar too much, ya know. They might start expecting shit. And honestly, they live up my ass enough."

Lonnie snorts before she rolls her eyes, "Parents."

"Right?"

Jay shrugs, "Ready to go again?"

"Was waitin' on you three." Lonnie grins before she takes off.

He grins as he opens the door.

Mal was going to freak. He was sure of it.

Whether in a good or bad way, he wasn't sure, but he knew she'd be pissed if she missed the opportunity to see a bird up so close.

Especially one that looked as cool as a falcon-

He falters when he sees Evie bent over her sewing machine.

The fuck?

He was positive that she had finished her dress last night.

Meaning that they were all finished- So what the fuck was she working on now?

He frowns as he notices the blue fabric.

Shit. What the fuck had happened to her dress?

"E." He rushes to her, "What happened?" He asks in concern.

He knew she was prone to ripping her work apart- But this close to the ceremony? After all the work she put into them?

Even she wouldn't be that insane.

Fuck.

Unless she was stress sewing.

He groans.

He knew he should've stayed after Mal pulled her into the bathroom. What had she done?

"Light." She shoos him. "I need to-"

He rolls his eyes as he puts his hands on her shoulders, spinning her towards him as he kneels in front of her, "E, what happened?" He asks with a frown.

"What do you mean what happened," Evie glares up at him, "you're the one interrupting me!"

He raises his brow, "As in why are you dismantling your dress?"

"Dismantling my-" Her eyes widen- "Oh!" She shakes her head as a small smile tugs at her lips. "No, it's nothing like that."

She was smiling.

That was new.

She never smiled when she was this close to needing her project done.

"Oh." He releases her shoulders before he looks over them at the pinned together fabric bits, "Well, then what are you making?"

"A suit." She blinks innocently, "I can already tell his won't do. We'd totally clash, and I can't have that with Snow being there."

"His? Oh, so someone asked you to the ceremony?"

She nods, "Mal threatened to dump all my beauty supplies if I didn't make up my mind."

He winces as he leans against her table.

Threatened.

With the way Mal looked yesterday before he all but ran from the room with Carlos, he wouldn't have put it past her.

She smiles prettily, "So I did."

He smiles as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Really? And since you're making a suit for him-" He gestures for her to continue.

She nods emphatically. "Mhmm." She smiles broadly. "He asked me out again, and I said yes."

"I'm proud of you."

Wow. That felt good to say.

Almost as good as it felt to hear it.

"Really?" She blinks up at him in surprise.

"Yeah. We all know he makes you happy. And, well, we know why it was hard for you. The things she told you. How you thought you had to be. So yeah-" His smile widens, "I'm so proud of you."

Her smile softens as she drops her eyes, "Thank you. That really means a lot to me." She bites her lip. "I um- Just thank you."

He carefully pulls her from her sewing chair to hug her, grinning when her arms instantly circle him. "Of course." He spins in place once, making her giggle.

He carefully lowers her back to her feet, "I guess I should let you-" his eyes catch a red circled 'A' on a piece of paper over her shoulder.

"Jay?" She tilts her head in concerned confusion.

"Is that- Fuck E, is that your chem test?" He asks as he snatches it up.

She got an A on it!

The grumpy teacher even wrote a note telling her he was impressed with her turn around, and he looked forward to her keeping up the good work.

She beams brightly, "Mhmm." She nods. "Doug's been helping me study, and it's really paid off." She rocks on her feet. "I know mother-"

"Fuck her E!" He grins widely as he swoops her into another spinning hug, "You got an A! You did that. Fuck, I'm so proud of you. And I need you to be proud of yourself too! You're so fucking smart, E. You've always been smart. And fuck anyone who can't see how cool that is."

She ducks her head against his neck as she wraps her arms around him tightly.

"You've always been more than just a beautiful face."

"Jay," She whispers, "Stop-"

"Sorry!" He carefully sets her back on her feet, "Not a hair out of place, I promise."

"No," She looks up at him with watery eyes. "It's my makeup."

"But you're like a pro at putting it back on." He teases gently.

"I know," She nods, "But-" She blinks rapidly as she fans her eyes, "I don't have time to go through the whole routine, and I just know this mascara will run."

"Ah." He bites his lip as he looks around the room until he finds a box of tissues. He pulls a couple out before he offers them to her.

"Thank you." She quickly takes them and carefully dabs her eyes.

"I didn't ruin your work, did I?"

She shakes her head, "Not at all." She smiles. "I- I actually think this has been the best interruption ever. I don't think you've ever actually said that to me. That you're proud of me." She dabs at her eyes again before her tears can run. "It really means a lot to me."

"Huh. I'm sorry that I haven't said it before." He rubs the back of his neck, "I've definitely been proud of you when I was teaching you the sword. I just don't think I, ya know, understood it."

She shakes her head, "I get it. I really do. It's just, it's really nice to hear it." She bites her lip.
"Especially from you. You always have such high expectations. To hear that I could do two things to make you proud, it just makes me so happy. Makes me feel like I really did something right for once." She presses her hands over her heart as she looks up at him with an emotion he'd never seen in her eyes before.

She takes his hand and squeezes it, "Validates the decisions I've made. I've always looked up to you. It's hard not to. You're like a big brother to me. No," She shakes her head, "That's not right. Not like. You are my big brother, and it means so, so, so much that I managed to make you proud of me."

Despite the past few weeks-

Or, maybe in spite of them?

The past few days had been some of the best of his life.

He could understand Evie looking flustered as she tried to explain how she was feeling. He'd felt the same every time one of the coaches, or David and Nani-

Especially when David and Nani praised him.

It had been such a high to hear David say he was proud of him. To feel, exactly like Evie said, validated. Like he was doing the right thing.

To hear he had the kind of power to make people feel better about themselves was a rush.

No, it was more than that.

Evie gave him the power to make her feel good about herself.

That felt important.

Profound?

Is this what that meant?

This feeling?

He carefully cups her cheek, grinning when she leans into it, "Not gonna lie, E, that's an ego boost. Thank you. I'm happy you feel that way. 'Cause, we are siblings. And it makes me happy that I can help you. That you let me help you. So, thank you."

She smiles as she places a hand over his, "I know I don't make it easy."

He snorts, "Actually, you make it easy to love you. Just keep being you, got it?" He half bends and lightly presses his lips to her forehead, "You're amazing, and anyone who doesn't help you see that ain't worth your time. Got it?"

"Considered it got." She smiles with a blush powdering her cheeks as she squeezes his hand, "And just so we're on the same page, you're amazing too. I know that I wasn't very nice to you this weekend, but after I had some time to think about it. I know you didn't do it to hurt us. Me or C. And I'm sorry for what I said. It just hurt. But I know. Know without a doubt how much you care about us." She steps back as she cups her hands around his and squeezes.

He blinks against his suddenly blurry vision.

"See how much you stress about everything. And I just wanted to let you know I appreciate it. How deeply you care for us, even on the Isle. You've always been so vigilant. Always made sure we were safe. I know I acted like a brat- But I really do appreciate the time and effort you put into caring for us. Looking out for us. I just wish you wouldn't put the weight solely on your shoulders. We care about you too. Worry about you. And I know it's been difficult for you to be here. Can see the stress, the tension. And just wanted to let you know, I'm here for you too."

For the first time, he doesn't turn away as a tear escapes and runs down his cheek, "Thanks, E."

He had always cared.

Always loved.

He just hadn't known that was what he was feeling.

Or he had known, but he was too scared of what it meant, of who it could hurt.

But he had always made it a point to check on his people. To make sure they were safe.

In every way, and as much as he could affect.

She smiles as she releases his hand to wipe away his tear. "You make it look so easy."

"What, crying?" He grins up at her.

She nods. "You adapt so quickly, it's hard to keep up. But I appreciate you paving the way. You do know how much I loathe the outdoors."

He chuckles as he retakes her hand, "Yeah, I do." He bites his lip as he runs his thumb over her hand, "There's nothing wrong with crying, you know that, right?"

She blinks up at him, "I cry all the time."

"But I've never said it was okay. I've always done anything to make it stop or keep it from happening." He shrugs, "so I wanted to make sure you know it is."

Her face lights up with her smile. "I've never complained about you spoiling me." She giggles, "And I'd hate for it to stop. But I do understand what you're saying-" She pouts, "But really, please don't stop. It makes me feel-" Her eyes narrow for a long moment, "Special?" Her brows crinkle before she shakes her head. "Special and loved."

"Good, 'cause you are." He pulls her into another hug.

She sniffs as she lightly raps her knuckles against his chest, "Damn it, Jay."

"Sorry. I mean, it can't be easy to cry in mascara." He grimaces, "Not that I want to try."

She lets out a wet giggle as she steps back and looks up at him, eyes shimmering with amusement, "No? All that time with Hook and not even a bit curious?" She asks as she steps back and dabs at her eyes again.

"Not even a little bit." He shakes his head before he flicks another tissue from the box and carefully folds it, "You make it look easy, but you make a lot of hard things look easy."

She sniffs even as she manages to shoot him a confidant smile, "I do, don't I."

He can't help his soft chuckle. "There's my E, now hold still." He gently tilts her head back and lightly dab the tissue under each eye.

He smiles when he manages to catch her slightly blackened tears before they can ruin her make-up. "There, still perfect." He holds up the tissue.

"You really are the best."

"I try." He grins and winks at her, "Mostly out of survival though. I don't want to die for ruining your perfect wing thingies."

She giggles, "Silly brother," She shakes her head as she pats his arm. "I'd only maim you."

"Only for me to end up dead at the Tourney Coaches' hands?" He snorts as he straightens up and shakes his head, "Can't have that on your shoulders."

She giggles again, her eyes brighter than they had been in days.

They were okay.

He knew they would be eventually, but it had really hurt to know how deeply he'd wounded Evie. How much it had shaken her trust in him.

This conversation had honestly been long overdue. He'd just had no idea how to start it with her.

Apparently, interrupting her in a panic was the way to go.

"So, before I rudely interrupted your work and we had a moment, I was looking for you and Mal to see if you would like to meet a falcon."

Her brows knit together, "Falcon?" She asks, curiosity coloring her tone.

He smiles as he pulls out his phone, "Yeah, they're like these really cool birds. Roy trains them." He shows her the article he's found earlier.

She takes the phone as her eyes follow the page before her eyes widen, "He trains those?" She asks in shock. "Those can be trained?"

"Wicked, right?" He chuckles as he puts his phone away.

It was still so strange. All the answers he could ever need, just waiting in his pocket.

Weird.

"Wicked talons." She corrects with concern.

"Roy has a falcon here named Tuck that he trained." He explains with a smile, pretty sure he knew how to get her to take a break, "He had to bring him to school because the bird gets separation anxiety."

"Awww," She places a hand over her heart as her eyes soften with empathy. "Poor thing."

"Right." He frowns as he shakes his head, "So we thought it might be cool if we all got to know him."

She bites her lip as she looks from him to her sewing machine and back, "No scolding for me staying up late to finish?"

He purses his lips to the side as he taps a finger to his chin, "I guess I could convince Mal that you needed a small break."

"Perfect," She bounces as she takes his hand and tugs, "Let's not keep Tuck waiting."

"Cool." He chuckles as he pulls his phone out again, sending Mal and Ben a text to see if they wanted to meet in the stables.

He was so glad he hadn't quite gotten the hang of phones yet. If he'd remembered to send a text to them before, he might have missed out on that conversation with Evie.

And seriously, he wouldn't trade that conversation for anything.

He squeezes her hand as he slips the phone back in his pocket. "I don't suppose you remember how to get to the stables."

She blushes, "I like feeding the horses apples when I need a moment to think."

That was so her.

"Should we stop by the kitchen first?"

"Please?"

"That I know how to get to." He chuckles as he pulls her with him down the stairs.

PARKOUR!

...Not sure if that's an internet thing or an inside joke anymore… but either way it's fun to just yell it in a hardcore tone…

Hope you guys are still enjoying Roy. Cause fuck if he isn't going to be showing up more in Book 7 and up… Assuming one of us doesn't die and we get to actually finish this series *fingers crossed*

That's funnier if you know that; A- I went bat shit and ran off to the literal woods cause I was convinced my sister and daughter had been killed with severe hallucinations and paranoia after having a monstrous mental breakdown. (So not pretty btw) B- I broke (Literally, one of my vertebrae was both fractured and floating) my neck after getting T-boned. And C- Dark had the worst luck in the world and is always getting hurt.

Shit, derailing *Slaps cheeks*

Right!

Back to why I'm actually here.

For one, this book is long as fuck. Like 80 chapters long. So, (spoiler alert? But kinda not really) there isn't one in this book-

(I was so confused about this until I realized she is talking about paintball. -Dark)

However, that being said there probably will be one in book seven.

Show of hands of who'd like to see that would be much appreciated.

(Would you guys like to see a paintball scene? -Dark)

Guns, Bows, or swords. All deadly, sure, but did you agree with our run down as to why or at least enjoy the back and forth between Roy and Lonnie?

Also, trying to get a head count for no reason other than I wanna know, anyone reading this legit afraid a bird will rip off your face? Personally, yes. Yes I do. Dark on the other hand, crazy bitch, thinks they make great pets. So, kinda wanna know you guys think is right. - Everything can be a competition.

(Sigh… -Dark)

But seriously, curious.

Did anyone forget about the guns on the Isle?

Because, they totes are.

Afraid for the Sea six? Oh, fuck lolz, new name the SS. Oh, god that ones fucking awful even by my standards… *shakes head in disappointment*

LoLz Bird Boy. No worries Roy, I think most would nix that nickname, but Lonnie ain't wrong the more you hate a moniker the more likely it is to stick. *Grumbles* Fucking Tators *Kicks at nothing* So dumb.

Anyways…

I don't know if other FFs do it, (Afraid to accidentally steal shit) but, we agreed that the VKs and even HKs to an extent claim things by color. At least that's what we got from the movies.

Thoughts?

Or, more specifically, thoughts on E's bold claim of Doug?

Cute right?

Did anyone else catch the *shudders* feels when Jay said he was proud of E?

OMG guys just picture it.

Jay.

In guyliner? With his personality?

Dead.

Sorry Jay girls who love their guyliner, that ain't happening any time, ever. As much as we do out best to crush toxic masculinity in this fic, Jay does more than enough in this fic without fucking with his integrity.

(As Jay's writer, I can think of a few things that might make Jay-liner a thing, but they are very specific and mostly Lonnie centric. -Dark)

But still…

Dead.

Separation anxiety in animals is always sadly adorable Evie, even if it's in horrific birds that could rip off your face with one fell swoop.

Fave line from this chapter,

She giggles, "Silly brother," She shakes her head as she pats his arm. "I'd only maim you."

What's yours?

Much love and appreciation

-Twisted