Blood is thicker than water [Private : Lucille]

It had been a long trip to the Tartarus guild hall. Then again it wasn't like Medea was expecting the train lines to stop at Dark Guild's Headquarter and wish her a good day full of fun and bloodshed. It would have been greatly enjoyed though, she thought to herself- huffing slightly as she continued down the small road to the dwelling place of the dark guild. Medea had been there before- to assess the area, the guild itself and to request membership. She had been discreet throughout- something thoroughly out of character for her. Today would be the day where she'd make her presence known.

Because today- a certain someone came back from her mission the grapevine says. Medea smirked, trying to picture what could be her sister's reaction to her hopefully surprise arrival -the only reason she was so discreet in the first place. It has been too long I'd be disappointed to not receive a warm welcome she thought smugly to herself as she finally reached the tall double doors. Now or never.

Pushing the doors open and walking proudly in as per her usual behavior, she spoke loud and clearly, disregarding some judgmental stares from a few of the present mages.

Lucille sat in the Tartarus guild hall trying to calm herself once again. She had a long and really boring mission guarding some jerk who had been staring at her the entire time instead of focusing on the job he was supposed to be doing. It took her about a week to fully complete the job, and once she had received the reward she personally rewarded herself by slowly and brutally murdering her employer. It was so very much worth it, although she ended up losing an entire day because of it. Thank god she was……..somewhere near a large water source.

Really the blood maid needed to watch out for when she went into these psycho modes. She was starting to lose a lot of time and memory from each lapse.

Thinking about memories brought her family back into her mind. Her mother, of course was dead. She had all but slammed that fact into her head with books, but she also knew that there was some way to revive her. Her father was completely useless. He was a spineless and weak coward with nothing to say for all the time he wasted on his projects. If it wouldn’t anger her mother’s soul she would have already killed the bastard and laid his soul to rest peacefully. And there was her sister. Medea. God sometimes she didn’t know how she ever managed to stand her sister. But she also loved her sister a lot for being there when her father was too worthless to help. Medea was her kryptonite, but also the one who was there.

She was glad that her sister wasn’t at Tartarus though. God forbi-

"Honey, I'm home"

As fast as a bullet, Lucille’s head snapped upwards as her visible eye widened considerably. She stood up, obviously not believing the loud and obnoxious voice that had not only broken her solitude, but invaded her ears once again. Lifting her finger shakily, Lucille nearly babbled but managed to compose herself to properly speak to the person she saw. That hairstyle belonged to only one person, and those red eyes mocking everyone’s existence staring around.

“Medea? Wh-what are you doing here?”

Her eyes scanned the surprisingly full hall a couple times, trying to catch sight of her younger sibling. She smirked when her voice echoed throughout the large room as her head turn to look at Lucille. “Medea? Wh-what are you doing here?” The smirk on Medea's face only widened as her eyes locked with a single green eye. So it is a surprise, she thought happily as she walked down rows of tables, making her way towards her sisters seat, waving sweetly at a random mage who had been staring at her due to her loud entrance.

She reveled quietly in the attention she was getting and dropped her bag at the table her sister was previously sitting as, a wide smile on her face as she tucked one of her long ponytails back behind her should.

"Welcoming me like this, Lucille, I'd almost think you are unhappy to see me." she started with a fake bout before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Come on, cheer up. I just heard through the grapevine that you cause quite a- how should I put this- mess to say the least. What terrible sister would I be not to follow up on it" Medea added, sitting on the table in front of Lucille, crossing her legs, the smirk still firmly planted on her face.

Medea chuckled once more as she took in her horrified looking sister, and continued speaking as she tried and reach out playfully to grab her arm. "But to tell you the truth I'm a member here too, I just wanted to surprise you my dear. I'd show you the Tartarus symbol and all- to soothe your cautious nature but, well I'm afraid it wouldn't be very decent of me considering it's placement" she said, fake whispering the last part before winking to a young mage sitting nearby, her smile widening when the young girl blushed.

"Welcoming me like this, Lucille, I'd almost think you are unhappy to see me."

Well thats one way of putting it, Lucille thoughts broke her out of her near horrified state. It was surprising to say the least for her to encounter her sister once more, not knowing what became of her after she had left home to become a dark mage. Obviously Medea found out from someone, most likely her weird information network that seemed to always know where Lucille was going, and decided to crash her sister’s party. When her sister mentioned the fact that she would tend to leave a bloody mess wherever she went, the blood maid cringed a bit. Hey, it wasn’t her fault that people tended to be in the way when she went berserk. Don’t judge her for a few small killing sprees.

“Sister….” Lucille sighed when her sister grabbed her arm, sitting back down in order to calm herself. “What is the meaning of this?” She spoke softly yet in a cold tone of voice, not wanting to beat around the bush. “You joined Tartarus? Why did you follow me here? And most importantly, what did that idiot do to make you want to leave home?” By idiot, Lucille meant the duo’s father. It was no small secret that she held no love for the man anymore, and would constantly insult him until she was forced to stop, usually by Medea. Lucille didn’t like him at all and probably would never call him father ever.

Not even to save her own life.

Medea smiled- this time much more gently and honestly then before- when she saw her younger sibling calm down slightly as sit back down. She reverted back to a heavy chuckle once Lucille started bombarding her with question.  “You joined Tartarus? Why did you follow me here?"  

"My I never knew you were so wordy. Or self-centered either, is it your short time in this guild that caused that?" she said as he laugher died down."I didn't follow you here if that's what you think- although this family reunion shtick we have going on is warming my cold heart, truly. Let's just say our paths brought us in the same place. That and you should know how terribly unsafe it is to be a lone guild less woman. I had to sever many hands for being a bit too touchy." she said, her face scrunching up dramatically before she reverted back to her smirk.

"And most importantly, what did that idiot do to make you want to leave home?” For the first time since her entrance, Medea's face fell and her real emotions slipped through as her expression turned into a bitter scowl. "You just left is all." she said simply, grabbing a strand of her hair and playing with it. "That was the only reason to stay around. And it wasn't like I wasn't expecting it either. I was practicing a few things, so to speak, so I could fend off on my own too when that happen. No way I'm living alone with then old man. I do enjoy holding on to whatever sanity I have left." she deadpanned.

"Especially since you left with such a bang. Poor me was completely relayed to the background" she chuckled. "It feels like you were almost trying to steal my thunder making such an impression. But I'm here to fix that slightly."

Lucille frowned while her sister spoke. It was obvious that she was trying to pin some guild on Lucille, which would have worked had it not been for the fact that Lucille had indeed come home for 2 days after the brutal massacre which was the main catalyst for her departure. She argued with her father about it before punching the man hard and then officially leaving, declaring that she would never return unless it was to kill him. She indeed hadn’t seen Medea before her departure, but she was certain that her sister would have noticed the bruise on the old man’s face from where she had slugged him.

“I left because the bastard didn’t understand my reasons for what I did. He was going to turn me in Medea, and I didn’t want to go to any jail.” Lucille looked down and clenched her hands together. “I had my reasons for leaving. I am no longer the scared child I was when mom first died, I can protect myself. I don’t need to be coddled like some little brat.” She spat, looking at Medea specifically. “But I understand why you left.” Sighing, she grabbed her hat and put it on her head, showing off the razor rim to it.

“Is there anything else you have sis? Maybe info?” Lucille was curious if her sister had made any headway into learning how to bring their mother back. It was a goal of Lucille’s and she was going to continue trying until she either found a way or died.

Maybe both.