Need You Now (Open/Team Pastry)

[Arthur]

Arthur wandered around the frat house feeling a little lost and just the slightest bit alone. The place was looking good of course, all the renovations of the mansion looked just perfect, the only thing that was missing, was the people. That’s why he was currently allowing Lancelot to stay there, that and he didn’t actually mind the guy, but it was certainly better than living in this big place all alone. His room, was obviously the best out of all of them, but he did look rather forlornly at the others that he had specifically had designed for the other members.

Gaston’s room was the next biggest if not the same size as his. As one of the founding members he figured it was only fair. It had a huge king sized bed in it, plenty of closet space and plenty of mirrors, including one above the bed. There was a widescreen TV, a sound system, a mini fridge, a mini bar, an Xbox, a little adjoining room for LeFou, an en suite, everything that Arthur could think of it had.

Except Gaston.

Morgan’s room was exactly the same minus the mirror on the roof and a Wii instead of an Xbox. Also it was a little smaller but had a better view out the window (into the hot girls mansion across the street). But again, no Morgan.

The last of the larger rooms had remained empty due to the a members disqualification and exile from the house. There was pulling pranks, there was taking the absolute P*** out of each other and then there was downright betrayal, and not even in the name of a girl he wanted to sleep with, it was just ridiculous. He would not speak of them, it was just too much hurt and it was best if the incident was forgotten.

But that empty room bothered him, all of the empty rooms bothered him. Where were they all? Didn’t they realise that they needed to be here? That Tintagel needed them to wreck havok and sometimes be sort of useful whilst hitting on girls? Didn’t they know they were a member down and needed to regroup to find a new member of Team Pastry?

[wil]

A giant empty mansion. It was like Christmas come early, really. A perfect way to start things off now that Wil had returned to the area. After all, she certainly hadn't decided to give up the criminal life simply because she'd settled a few things. This was ever so much more enjoyable. Besides, even Robin couldn't protest if you were knocking over some place like this.

Wil sneaked in through a window, padding softly through the halls, fully expecting an occupant to show him/herself every time Wil turned a corner. Instead, she found the place eerily empty. Of people, that is. There were plenty of things lying about.

It was almost as though someone had left everything unguarded in order for a thief to take advantage of it. Wil had entered a random bedroom, apparently only moments after someone had left. A giant television perched among a sound system of far too large a size. Mini-bar, more mirrors than any five people needed, and an enjoining room for a servant. Marvelous. Wil made short work, stealing any and everything of actual value and sliding it into a sack. A sack that she'd had enchanted for more than a nominal fee. Might as well take advantage of magic that would actually help, such as the enchanted knife that Wil still carried. Though, she had to admit, the nicked blade was around for more than utility now.

Wil went into another room, only to find it empty... of things.

A person stood there, looking perturbed.

Wil said nothing, simply shifted her sack and drew out her weapon, tensing. She could almost feel her hair bristling, and her guard was most certainly up. She wouldn't be...

Wait... that guy looked decidedly familiar....

[Arthur]

Perhaps he should call them. He had their numbers in his phone surely one little phone call wouldn’t seem needy or desperate, not that he was. Besides he could call for a completely different reason, he could call them and then apologise for it, that he meant to call someone else, or that his phone did it accidentally. On thinking about it, that was the lamest excuse he could ever come up with and immediately mocked himself for it. This whole business was making him act, irrationally and neurotically and stupidly and…some much like a girl.

Sighing he turned around preparing to leave the room when he saw that the entrance was blocked by a person.

And that person was holding a knife.

He took a step back and immediately raised his hands. Although his actions could be perceived as shocked and startled it was really quite the opposite. He had done enough training, enough drills and taught others to do the same to, even when not expecting a fight, immediately prepare himself for one. The step back was because they had a weapon, he did not and so had to make sure he was out of range. It also conveniently managed to get himself into a fight stance where he could then raise his hands to either deflect any attacks or make them.

Then he really looked at the other person.

He relaxed…a little bit.

“Wil?” he said and smiled, just a little bit.

It was definitely her. He may have been half asleep and she may have been covered in blood the last time but it was definitely her. There was the knife, he recognised the knife, and that same ‘I’m going to kill you’ look she had about her. Yes, this was the same psycho girl who had broke into the frat house., And this time it looked like she was going to be leaving with more than Gwen’s old clothes and most of their first aid kit.

“You know I’ve paid Robin for this month,” he said pointing to the bag but keeping the smile in place, “And…well not that it really matters, I made sure to have everything in this place insured, but uh…I would appreciate it if you didn’t take it…how are you? I take it you’ve not been fighting…the lack of blood on you would suggest so. I think that’s good. The non-bloody and uninjured look really works for you.”