In his fight with Juuzou, he starts out sort of moving around menacingly, but Juuzou gets several knives into him with almost no effort at all. And then he says:
Uta’s reply is:
To become Shinohara.
Now, the first time we saw Uta do this, he turned into Arima, and it honestly seemed like a more amateur attempt. I vaguely remember someone being a dick to me because I said that Uta was able to use kagune to make Arima’s face, and the going theory at the time was that it was some kind of mask. I feel a little vindicated now, but I digress. The point is, when Uta created Arima’s face, it was messy.
But when he became Shinohara it was instantaneous, and complete:
He has the right bone structure, the right body shape (though he is still smaller than Shinohara), and the right mannerisms. Clearly, he’s been practicing, and I think it’s reasonable to assume that this ability is one that he has perfected in the time since the auction.
But, how did he know? How did he know to become Shinohara, of all people? And how did he know how to act like Shinohara?
It seems to me that Furuta planned all of this, planned on Juuzou confronting Uta, and fed Uta information that would help him to ultimately overcome Juuzou. As far as we can see this didn’t work - Juuzou’s squad was there for him in a touching display of love and loyalty, which made me cry……BUT anyway, I am not so sure that this battle is over. The last image we saw of Uta was this:
And we well know at this point that a slice through the head isn’t enough to kill old Uta. Yet he’s completely absent for the rest of the scene, and no one seems to be paying attention.
Additionally, the Suzuya Squad points out something that is very important.
There are two psychological aspects to this fight beyond the Juuzou/Shinohara bond. One being that the large number of clowns has the effect of making the enemy seem much larger than they actually are, and the other being that killing humans will cause tremendous guilt among the agents. Additionally, if they are trying to avoid killing humans, then they will inevitably miss some of the real clowns who are attacking.
This mix of strategy, psychological warfare and physical warfare is just as brilliant as it is terrifying…and it seems that only Suzuya’s Squad has figured the bulk of it out.
Hey pasi, if you ever do finish a tvd sequel...will you be posting it chapter by chapter or all at once?
what do you mean if i will finish and post this sequel even it’s the goddamned last thing i do
and when that happens, I’ll post it just like I did tvd, which is to say chapter by chapter, with about a week (or two, if last-minute editing takes off again) in between. And since they’re probably gonna be 12 chapters, that means almost over three months of fic.
This lovely deep blue labradorite palm stone was part of my personal collection
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So it’s been requested that this weekend we hold out mineral lot sales and have some auctions!
This will be the schedule:
Saturday (4 pm Pacific time): Mineral lots. These are sales where we post crystals that are a mix of some from our shop and some that have never been listed. They’re sold in sets so you get a discounted price (though sometimes there’s individual items too)
They’re posted here on tumblr, and as they post you can claim them through the instant messenger here on tumblr. They tend to go very quickly and tend to be claimed within 5 minutes or less of being posted. I will of course post all the official rules and everything before we start that day for those of you who have not been following me for long.
Sunday (3 pm Pacific time): Auctions. Those are also posted on here and then the bidding takes place in the comments of the post. And I will also post all the rules when it comes to it on Sunday!
I hope you’ll join us! It’s always a lot of fun and after each event there’s a little giveaway of an item 😉
The timber of his voice resonated through your body sending a shiver down into core. Your pussy tightening involuntarily at his words. You’d grown tired of the game he’d asked you to play; confining yourself to a chair, while his hands roamed around your body mercilessly.
You should’ve known by the boredom on his face he would find other ways to entertain himself. You, of course, being the best entertainment of all. He’d walked around the auction looking at piece after piece, until he’d found a chair stowed away in corner. The futuristic look to an old design something you knew he’d equally love, but need to possess. So when he’d asked you to sit in it, you’d thought he’d lost his mind.
“Seunghyun, you have to buy it first.”
“Because I need to know how you look with your legs spread in it.”
The bluntness of his words made your pussy tighten with a heady need be touched. Your eyes roaming around the room to find no one else was there. It was getting close to the time the auction would begin, and hardly anyone was on the third floor. Still…
“What if we get caught?”
He rejected your worry with a dismissive hand, casually walking over to the chair and waiting for you to follow. When you reached him he didn’t utter another word and he didn’t have too. His authority radiated off of him in waves, his intent to have you in that chair more evident with each passing second. You double checked one last time that no one else was in the room before you sat down. Your eyes soaking up his tall frame until they landed obsidian eyes and, unable to stop yourself, retorted: “Would you like to know if it’s comfortable or not?”
Seunghyun disregarded your words completely and kneeled before you. Your pulse suddenly back in your throat as his hands moved from the chairs armrests and on your knees.
“Grab the back of the chair. Keep them there and don’t move.”
You knew what he was wanting to do. You’d done this with him at home plenty of times, except usually your hands were tied back with silk. You were struggling to swallow past the excitement that made your mouth run dry. The urge to ask if he was serious falling short; his hands burying deep between your legs and prying them wide open. The edges of his fingers grazing over thin-laced panties and forcing a mewling sound free from between your lips.
“Grab the chair, Y/N.”
You did as you were instructed, gaze locked expectantly on him while you waited for his next move. The both of you forgetting where you were completely, both his hands sliding the edge of your dress higher up your thighs until the first glimpse of your panties was exposed. Seunghyun continued to roam up until the palms of his hands ran into the bare skin of your waist and back out. He continued to tease you this way, in between the pads of his fingers skimming over the fabric of your panties. A ghost of pressure in just the right area to make your clit ache to be touched, but not enough to fulfill the need.
“Seunghyun,” you whined. “Please.”
Usually if you begged it would do the trick, and this time felt like all the others. Your lower body moving up to meet his hands as it slid upwards. The fingers curling around the edge of the panties, with the digit smoothly moving inside to teasingly graze between your folds. It was enough to cause breathy moans to stutter free only to have them die in frustration when he pulled his hand back. The finger covered in your juices entering his mouth, allowing you to hopelessly watch as he sucked it clean.
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”
You wanted to ask what he meant, but your silent question was answered moments later. His large hand delving inside the drenched fabric, digits spreading apart your folds, as he slid two abrupt fingers inside of you. Your head instantly flew back, your mouth opened in a silent scream. It took everything in you not to let go of the chair and grab onto him, but you knew if you did he would stop. The game would be over and you would be the sore loser. Your fists tightened against the wooden supportive posts and you could’ve sworn you heard them break. Your gaze falling down the line of your body to watch him pump his fingers in and out of your slick pussy. The sound of your juices echoing unimaginably loud in the empty room with each new thrust from his fingers. Your eyes taking in his forearm muscles as they flexed with each movement.
Seunghyun was watching you closely, making sure your hands were still where he’d told you to place them. Taking in the rapid rising of your chest and when your teeth dug into your bottom lip to keep quiet. All these smalls things to warn him when you were close, timing it just right when he knew you would be the loudest.
Your orgasm hit you without warning; his fingers coaxing over your g-spot one last time. Your legs moved back together, trapping his hand between your thighs, but Seunghyun didn’t mind. If anything it allowed his thumb to apply more circular pressure onto your clit, the extra friction rippling through your body making your legs shake.
He must have sensed you weren’t going to be able to remain quiet any longer. Just as your mouth opened to let out a loud moan his lips crashed onto yours with a roughness that stole your breath away. Your lungs suffocating in a euphoric state of pleasure until your body began to come down.
When he was sure your orgasm was finished, Seunghyun pulled his hand free, and stood back on his feet. You were too busy trying to regain the feeling in your legs when you heard his grunt of approval.
How would the RFA + V and Saeran react if MC was a professional stylist and asked if they could use them as a model for a new idea they had?
I saw it as a hair and makeup stylist, if that’s not what you were asking just let me know and I’ll do it again! ~Mod 707
•Yoosung: -He’s curious about how the whole styling process works but he’s glad he can help MC -He does perfectly fine through the hair styling but when it comes to the makeup part he’s a bit more difficult to work with -The poor boy isn’t used to having makeup applied so he scrunches up his face a lot which makes the job harder but MC is patient -He loves the look afterwards and takes a photo -Shares the photo with his friends -“Look at how talented MC is!” -If he continues to model for MC he gets better about the makeup side
•Zen: -He would be so excited! -Hundreds of selfies throughout the process -Also a before and after shot -You can bet he shows everyone the results (the RFA, his cast members, and his fans) -“Wow MC! I don’t know how you managed to do it but you managed to make me look even better than before!” -Totally would ask you to be his stylist for his shows -Leaves the makeup and hair for as long as he possibly can
•Jaehee: -MC was super excited as Jaehee grew out her hair and had ideas popping up in they’re head the whole time -When they asked Jaehee she was nervous at first but wanted to help support MCs passion -Jaehee is super easy to work with -She loves the bun that MC did with her hair and starts to do buns with her hair more often -If she ever has fancy events she has to attend you can bet MC is the one she has do her hair and makeup
•Jumin: -Agrees instantly -He’s done shoots for magazines so he is relatively used to the process -Once the style is done he is awestruck -Asks MC to be his stylist for his magazine shoots from then on out -Is willing to buy the all the supplies MC could ever need
•707: -Just as excited Zen was -Would suggest ideas and picks up new tips along the way -He would model for any styles MC wanted -Need to to try out a feminine hair style? Boom he has a wig on and is ready! -always enjoys being MCs model and loves the end results -Asks to have MC as his model for some styles afterwards
•Saeran: -When he found out MC was a professional stylist he was more or less indifferent about it -When MC asked him to be a model he instantly said no -After a while of bickering he finally agrees -He can’t say no to MC’s puppy dog eyes forever and he knows it -MC has to be slow and careful so he doesn’t flinch but they don’t really mind -Surprisingly pleased with the end results but won’t show it -He leaves it as it is for quite a while though
•V: -Sadly he is mostly blind so he feels bad he can’t fully appreciate your work -MC is careful working with him but they are really happy he agreed to model -When the process is over he does take photos -Loves the way the makeup brings out his eyes and how his hair frames his face -Next time he has an auction for his photos he has MC do his hair and makeup the same way
A beautiful little amethyst stalactite slice! It’s just over 1 inch!
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“Ladies and Gentlemen! House Reinhardt would like to invite the public to join them at the Hearts of Gold charity auction! We will be auctioning off rare artifacts, hand-made gowns and even some exotic pets! All the proceeds will be going toward the Stormwind Orphanage! We will also have live entertainment by an up and coming bard known as ‘The Fox’. Refreshments will also be provided by Miss Sparrow, running her tea booth, and Mister Xerathi, running his rum booth! There will also be a raffle that everyone may enter, which we will be picking three winners to take home the grand prizes! Come and enjoy yourself while helping out a good cause!”
(( The event will be on the Sixth of May at six server time! We will be auctioning off IC items which will be paid with IC gold, as well as auctioning off OOC items which will be paid with real gold! That said, all the items were donated by myself or those helping with the event, all the gold gained will be redistributed into other events in the future, as well as the raffle winnings! I hope to see you all there! <3 ))
So apparently this camp joy has a program that schools take their kids on a field trip on and participate in. She told me that the kids (including her- she was in 6th grade at the time) simulated an auction, had to crawl through mud and small spaces, and simulate being chased by a bounty hunter.
She said that if someone didn’t want to participate they didn’t have to and all the kids wore bandannas so if they each hand bandanna that they could signal to people if they wanted out.
She went on to tell me that the people are all in your face, there was a whipping sound made during the auction, they tied the kids to a tree, had them sing sweet low sweet chariot, and more.
I asked her about the ending and she said “all the groups that chose to ran members were dead and they only group that survived was the group that chose not to run and and stayed as slaves”
This is supposed to be educational apparently and teach kids emotionally what it would have been like?? But also the only group that lived was the people who chose not to run for their freedom so like what really was the lesson there!?
I just learned about this like twenty minutes ago and above are screens from their website. She didn’t tell me anything about the trial of tears one because I got up and left.
Sarah and Amanda did everything together. They’d been in band together, and all their clubs. They ran for student government together and played volleyball together.
They’d worked hard all through school and in order to get into a great college and had barely had any time for dating. Finding high school boys just wanted too much attention that they didn’t have time to give.
What no one had known was that Sarah and Amanda weren’t just best friends, but they’d been lovers since junior year.
They’d dated boys on occasion to keep up appearances but they always came back to one another.
They had realized early on that they loved one another completely, and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
Now they were finally free and loving college, able to show the world how much they loved one another.
They’d been dancing at the local club, it was for college kids not old enough to drink yet and they were just enjoying one another without having to worry about who would see.
The nice girl that had come over and asked if she could sit with them to get away from the guy bothering her had been welcome. They’d talked for a while and the girl, Emily, said she’d been living in the city for a few months, working. Recently she’d heard about this other club where there were fewer horny guys and a more freindly atmosphere for, as she put it, “girls like us.”
There was also the possibility of getting something a little stronger than soda. Both girls had agreed, having had their fill of grabby frat boys, too. So they grabbed their purses and followed their new friend out into the night, holding each other’s hand in happiness.
Now the girls were waking up with a horrible hang over.
Sarah tried to lift her hand to her head but found it wouldn’t move. Quickly her eyes snapped open and she was horrified to realize that not only was she naked, but she was bound in steel manacles that held her hands to a belt around her waist and behind her back. Her screaming and crying had woken Amanda who was in a similar predicament.
The girls cried, struggled and fought their manacles for hours.
Finally after exhaustion had set in they tried to take stock of their situation. It was then they heard a lock being thrown and the door was opened.
Emily came in but was completely different. Her makeup was different and she no longer looked as young as she had. Instead she looked, older and somehow, instead of kind eyes she’d had before, there was a look of sadistic cruelty in them now.
She was accompanied by a powerfully built man that held her close. He smiled down at her and said, “Another beautiful catch.”
She smiled and said, “It’s amazing how easy it is. Like shooting fish in a barrel.”
As they talked the two girls were begging for answers. Finally the woman said, “Shouldn’t it be obvious? We’ve decided to turn you two slaves.”
The two girls were shocked into silence before they started screaming and fighting their bonds again.
The two slavers just laughed at them and Emily said, “Forget it, you’re never going to escape and you can forget your old lives, they’re gone. You’re not college students, women, Americans, human beings, persons, or even lovers,” This she said with a wicked smile, “You are slaves now. Meat that serves one purpose: to please your Owners.”
Amanda screamed and launched herself at her but the man simply punched her in the stomach. Sarah ran to her lover as the man approached. He looked over his shoulder and said, “I think it’s time for their first lesson.”
The woman smiled and said, “Enjoy,” as she left the room, locking the door as she went.
He descended upon the two helpless young women. He grabbed Amanda, still recovering and threw her onto her face, yanking her hips up and forcing her ass to stick out ludely.
Sarah again tried to help but he simply backhanded her across the face knocking her to the side as he wrapped the belt from his pants around Amanda’s neck and said to Sarah, “Do that again and she suffers.”
Sarah wanted to stop him but she heard her love’s gasped breathing and begging and stopped.
He smiled evilly as he pulled down his pants and shoved himself roughly into Amanda, in one thrust ripping away her virginity as Sarah was forced to live the torture of watching her lover raped in front of her eyes, and helpless to prevent it.
“First lesson,” he said as he continued raping his first victim, “you are here to please us. You’re hear for us to rape and fuck however we want, whenever we want, however we want.”
Sarah shook her head in denial, unable to find her voice due to what she was witnessing, he smiled and continued, “Oh yes, you will. When we’re not fucking you, in your cunt or ass or making you suck my cock or my girl’s pussy, we will be torturing you. Partly to break you, but mostly because we like hurting little cunts like you. It’s fun, and quite profitable, turning smug little bitches like you, especially dykes, into obedient little cock suckers.”
“No, I’ll never do that.” Sarah screamed. She wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t.
“Oh yes, you will,” he smiled, as he began to increase his rhythm.
Amanda cried out in violation as much as the chocking belt would allow and the man rutted inside her ruthlessly. Using long, hard, brutal storkes to force her unused passage to accomodate him, laughing at the other girl’s helplessness.
He finished loudly, grunting as he spent himself inside her. He turned from her without a care and Sarah watched as Amanda curled up as much as she could to protect herself, pulling her knees to her chest as she’d often done when they watched a scary movie.
This wasn’t a movie however. this was a terrifying nightmare of reality, one that, incredibly was going to get worse.
Ten minutes of screaming and crying later and Sarah had also had her virginity and innocence torn from her as brutally as Amanda’s had been.
As he got up and zipped himself up, putting his belt back on as he did so, the man said, “That was just the first taste. I’ll do that again and again, as much as I want, and as much as you need it to learn. Next time, I’m going to fuck your asses, and then you’ll really beg and scream.”
The two dazed and pained girls stared up at him in stark terror, “We have stolen you from your lives. You are nothing. We own every inch of you both. We own your asses, your cunts, your tits, and your souls. We’re going to rape you, we’re going to beat you, we’re going to torture and train you, and then, when we’re done with you, you’ll do whatever we tell you to do because you won’t be able to even contemplate doing anything else. By then, you will have well learned the price of disobedience. Then, when we’re done destroying everything you were and have finished making you into the perfect little slaves we demand, essentially turned you into an it, we’re going to sell you. This is your life now, slaves, and there’s nothing you can do to change it.
The girls would have yelled at such an announcement in disbelief if they’d had the strength or didn’t have evidence dripping down theier thighs that he would do exactly what he wanted.
He went to the door and opened a small panel and programmed in a code, "Get some rest,” he said as he opened the door, “My girl will be coming in a few hours and trust me she’s not nearly as forgiving when she’s training her pussy lickers.”
With that he was out the door.
Amanda and Sarah moved painfully towards one another, each trying to gain whatever comfort they could from the other. Each lost in their thoughts of how they were going to get away, was that even a possibility, and, most importantly, what happened if they didn’t?
For both of them their keen minds had already begun to face the horrible conclusion that this obviously wasn’t the first time they’d done this. If those before them obviously hadn’t escaped, did they have any chance either?
Still, they had to try, they had to fight for each other.
That thought of hopelessness, however, would eat away at their will and serve only to undermine their spirit and accelerate their transition from independent free women to obedient cock sucking, pussy licking sex slaves.
Their Owners would make sure of it, and they had the luxury of having all the time in the world to accomplish their stated goals.
SIX MONTHS LATER:
Amanda had been trained hard and it had paid off. Her body was toned and beautiful, her spirit broken, and her will subsumed by the relentless training in obedience and submission. Perfection was her only standard now, she’d learned that painful lesson quite well. Her Owners had proven to accept nothing less
She had been separated from Sarah early in their training, their female Owner saying being utterly alone, rather than having someone to lean on, would speed their training and teach them that they truly had no shelter from what their Owner meant them to be.
Sarah had been dragged away from her kicking and screaming, and she’d tried to hold on to her but in the end they had lost, again.
She had cried more that night and felt more hopless than she had since she’d been brought here. Proving that, ultimately the woman had been right. From that day forward Amanda had been utterly lost.
Now it was finally time for the auction and she was looking for Sarah, just a glimpse, that’s all she wanted.
Amanda looked around as she was locked into the frame for the auction. It was designed to show off her body fully while also making her squirm in discomfort, something her Owner’s enjoyed.
Her master saw her furtive glances and smiled knowingly, “Looking for the other one?”
Amanda looked guilty and he smiled, “I thought you might, but she’s not here.”
Amanda looked crushed, and he decided to help that along, “It just didn’t take to it’s training as well as we liked so we sent it in a different direction.”
Amanda looked terrified at what he could mean. He had once shown her another girl, one he had said wasn’t training so well. The girl was bound so she could barely move and a trainer was snapping a whip across her ass again, and again, and again. The poor woman was shaking and even through the mask and the gag she certainly wore Amanda could hear the woman screaming in agony. The image of that woman’s welt covered ass stayed with Amanda for weeks.
Her Owner had explained that there were two classes of merchandise, sex, and pain. If you weren’t good enough for the former, you’d be demoted to the latter. It was a one way trip and she should learn from the slave’s example.
Amanda had only increased her efforts from that point despite the humiliation and trepedation the training caused her.
The humiliation was key to her training but the trepedation was well tortured out of her, as her Owners had shown incredible inginuity in their ability to inflict unimagined suffering, without causing damage, at the slightest hint of hesitation. Amanda’s own ass was still sore as a testament to that fact having recieved a workout with her Owner’s electrical toys just the night before.
Obedience was always expected to be as instantaneous as it was perfect. A mantra they had drilled into her very soul.
As she was thinking this her Owner had fished out his phone and was paging through it. He had finally found what he was looking for as he smiled and held up his phone, showing Amanda a picture.
It was a picture of a slave, her face covered with a mask, but Amanda knew those curves well, even if they were slightly skinnier than the last time she’d seen them.
“It didn’t make the cut,” he told her, as always not even acknowledging that the slaves were human beings. Amanda had learned that, to these people, pronouns were for persons and slaves didn’t qualify. “Since it wasn’t trying hard enough as a sex-slave it got demoted.”
Amanda nearly burst into tears, her imagination, combining with her knowledge of the incredible sadism her two Owners were capable of painting her a picture of her lover trapped in an unimaginable hell. A Hell that, were her Owner to be believed, and she absolutely did, Sarah would never escape from.
“Anyway,” he said, gaining her attention, “the pain slut sale is tomorrow, so what you saw was the last image you’ll ever see of it.”
Amanda would have wept if she didn’t know it would gain her punishment, and this close to auction it could cost her master money and that would be even worse.
So instead she simply lowered her head and allowed her last desperate hope to vanish. It was time to let everything Amanda was go. Amanda was gone. In her place was a slave. She allowed that thought to fill her mind as everything else sank forever into the abyss of her own despair.
She’d be the best slave she could be, if only to be spared Sarah’s fate.
She hoped she’d be able to survive.
Sarah stood alone and in the dark, her face covered in a mask, her arms welded behind her in the single sleeve, perched painfully on the steel dildo as she tried to stay upright on the ridiculous shoes her master had put her in.
She screamed out periodically as the electrical shocks ripped through the double dildo in her ass and pussy.
Her master had been down earlier and told her Amanda was being sold today.
Sarah wept in misery at the thought that there was no chance she’d ever see her lover again.
Everything they hoped to accomplish was truly gone. Now they were just slaves. Amanda some disgusting person’s sex toy, and her, a canvas for a sick sadist’s brutal savagery.
Still, the most devestating things, the ones that was crushing her so completely was knowing she’d never feel Amanda’s soft body against her’s again. Never hold her lovingly in her arms, nor hear her say, “I love you,” or see her face light up when Sarah said it to her.
In fact, she’d never hear those words ever again, nor would Amanda..
She dropped her head in defeat and continued to weep and scream as the unrelenting tortures continued to be inflicted upon her body. She twisted as much as her bondage would allow, even as the one person she loved more than anything in the world was sold and doomed, like Sarah herself, to a life of irrevocable slavery.
▪ hisomoe: “I was playing the scotland sequence again, and during the eavesdrop
scene Nadine says to Rafe “you need him.” (lets pretend she meant Sam),
Rafe’s reaction kills me.”
Firstly, OMG YES! Rafe’s reaction is everything!
Secondly, I’d just like to point out that there’s no “pretending” necessary.
Let me explain.
at the time of the auction, still thought Nate was out of the game.
Why would he think Nate might be drawn out of his cozy, normal
life and show up out of the blue after all these years? In fact, as far
as Rafe knew, there’d be no way for Nate to even know about all this. Also, quite frankly, I seriously doubt Rafe would have wanted Nate sniffing around in any way, shape or form.
That’s made pretty obvious throughout the entire game. Nate even said that he and Rafe did not make a good team (for many
reasons), and that Rafe was glad to be rid of him. He also explains that
they never made any progress on the treasure without Sam. But let’s assume - for arguments sake - that Rafe did want Nate to
show up… what was his plan? Sit idly by and hope Nate would just appear because why exactly? By Rafe’s understanding, Nate had no reason to be there.
Sam, on the other hand, would have had every reason to be there, and Rafe knew that. Before I get into that though, let’s back track for a moment.
As we now know, Rafe is the one who got Sam out of jail after hearing he was alive. Rafe sought out Sam for help, not
Nate. <THIS. This right here is important. Remember, again, that
Rafe and Nate’s brief partnership didn’t go well. More to the point, Nate wasn’t able to help Rafe at all. So after Rafe learns Sam is alive - Sam, the authority on Avery
(which Rafe himself points out) - he sees his chance to get the help he
needs. The kind of help that he knew Nate couldn’t (or wouldn’t) provide. So he
promptly busts Sam out of prison, and the pair team up to hunt down
Avery’s treasure together. Then they continued working together for the next two years.
In which time they actually made real progress, found clues, and finally got a
solid lead. Rafe spent 15+ years searching and turned up zip! Sam comes
back into the picture and poof! Back on track! (Also, let’s be real,
that prolly totally annoyed Rafe. xD Poor baby can’t do shit without
Sammy’s help. lol)
Sam is the key in this entire quest. Especially from Rafe’s perspective.
SIDE NOTE: ((There’s an interesting parallel here
regarding what happened in the past and present when they were searching
for Avery’s treasure. Many years ago, at a dead end with no leads, Sam gets Rafe to help, they finally make progress. Fast-forward 15 years, at a dead end with no leads, Rafe gets Sam to help, they finally make progress. Interesting indeed.))
Right then, all that’s established, moving on.
obviously, Rafe was well aware that Sam not only knew everything he did
(potentially more) about the auction, but that he’s probably still on the case. So even
having suddenly vanished - possibly with little to no word, leaving Rafe
upset and likely confused - Rafe suspected, and was secretly hoping, he’d show
up. Either so he could confront him, or just straight up kidnap him. Who knows. lol He was just hoping he’d show up alone.
Regarding the whole Sam pulling a Houdini
on Rafe, sadly we don’t know the details, or if Sam gave Rafe any obvious hints
(intentional or otherwise) about how he felt, or what he might do.
However, Rafe’s reaction later in the story tells me he probably trusted him (“to a point” lol), and didn’t suspect much, if any, about what Sam was plotting. That is, of course, until Nate
and Sully showed up. Though I’m certain he had some suspicions before then, right after Sam left.
I mean, two years is a pretty long time to be working closely with another person. I think Rafe might have known how Sam felt about everything deep down. He probably knew just how to push Sam’s buttons (or thought he did), and how to manipulate him (haha, you forget, two can play at that game, Rafe! Sam is pretty damn sly and very clever). Rafe knew just what to say to keep him away from Nate and focused on their goal. He also had to realize just how invested Sam was in this little treasure hunt of theirs (his mistake was failing to realize why). And you better believe he used that to his advantage every chance he got. Rafe had to know Sam wouldn’t just pass up an opportunity like this, regardless of where they currently stood as allies, or enemies, or whatever the hell they were.
at the time nearing the auction, Sam was in the wind but still in play. Meanwhile, Rafe, though
angry with him, knew deep down he still needed Sam’s expertise and
clever insights (woo boy, can you feel Rafe’s rage building as you read
this cuz I sure can. lol).
So of course he’d want to draw Sam out, and he’d use the auction to do it.
I have a feeling it was Sam who discovered the Cross was going to be at
that auction. Sam more or less confirms this when he tells Nate at the
pier: “Happened to do a little digging of my own… and uh… I bet you Rafe doesn’t have this”,
he says as he hands Nate a copy of the newspaper clipping with the
cross and auction info on it.
Now it could be that Sam found this out
while working with Rafe, since we know he’s lying about a lot of things
in this scene (naughty biscuit). However, there could just as easily be truth in what he’s
saying. Maybe he did find it himself. Perhaps Sam was responsible
(even if by accident) for bringing it to Rafe’s attention in the first
place. Of course, considering the type of event this auction was, it’s
just as likely Rafe discovered it through his own high level channels and contacts. Which
would mean he’s the one who told Sam about it. Probably soon after that
was when Sam skipped out on him (can’t say for sure though).
Either way, the end result is the same. Rafe was well aware Sam knew about everything. Most important of all… that’s the only way a plan to draw him out would have worked.
As I touched on previously, whoever he hoped to see there had to be someone who knew
everything, or there’d be no reason to think they’d show up.
It had to be
someone who knew about the cross. From Rafe’s perspective, that sure as hell wouldn’t be Nate.
Let’s also not forget the exchange late in the story, when Nate tells Rafe he can’t find the treasure without their help, that he still needs them. At first, Rafe appears to consed, but then tells the the brothers plainly:
“I just need Sam”
Even after everything he did, Rafe still believed he needed Sam (which I’m sure he hated to admit, if that conversation with Nadine was any indication). From the beginning, and throughout everything that followed, when Sam first came to him all those years ago, when he discovered Sam was alive in that prison, when Sam seemingly bailed on him, and even after his betrayal was made clear,
Rafe always knew he needed Sam’s help to find Avery’s treasure. It was always about needing Sam. And you can be sure Nadine picked up on all this. She ain’t slow in the head. Girl knows what’s up.
You don’t gotta pretend Nadine was talking about Sam.