The Mask: Burdens and Reputations

Inauguration

Hey Bitches,

Sorry about the last two weeks, I went on vacation and Dark was dancing with death per ushe.

Now back to what really matters... 

-Twisted

Last night had been amazing.

Something they desperately needed.

She had desperately needed.

Unhindered time for the six-

She grins, all six of them.

She really hadn't expected T to join them.

For Faustina to-

Do whatever it is they did to swap out.

Had she wanted to share their stolen moment with her brother?

It was something she never would have asked of her-

Or would even think to ask.

It was the closest they'd all ever been together, and a memory she already cherished.

Something she never thought they'd have the time to do again.

It gave her hope.

Hope that one day things would be able to resemble something like that again.

To be able to take some time to relax together.

To bask in each other.

Appreciate what they had.

And the look on T's face when Gil and Deez presented him with a set of matching daggers.

Another memory she would cherish.

She wasn't sure she'd ever heard T reach that pitch-

Her ears just hoped she'd never have to again.

Her though?

She'd loved it.

Loved the excitement.

His immediate desire to test him.

But now that it was over?

The weight of responsibility was firmly back to hovering over her shoulders.

Today was the day.

The Spider's resurrection.

The day T, Beam, James, and Harry would be carrying out a plan when they didn't have the resources or location to do a proper run through.

And with every passing minute she was growing more worried.

She sighs as she pulls her eyes off the Isle.

She couldn't think about that right now.

She cracks the sword out of Big Murph's hand and catches her whip upon it's backlash.

"Fin be misleadin' is what it be." The large boy's gruff is softened by the underlying admiration, "ye be everybit a fuckin' Kraken usin' that."

"Aye," she grins, "wanna be tryin' again?"

"Oh, aye," Big Murph nods, "someone be needin' ta be keepin' ya on your toes."

She snorts, "then pick up your blade an' lets go."

"Be bringin' all ye got Captain."

His eyes sweep the crowd gathering in the street expectantly.

Everyone was just-