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Sep. 11th, 2020


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Sep. 11th, 2020 at 4:44 AM

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HELLO DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND
FIVE VAMPIRES AND A DEMON
a communal "what is this fuckery" as they all wait it out
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CASTLE DE ISCARIOT

CZERNABOG PLOT — Sept. 10th to 14th
MARCUS ISCARIOT • ELLIOT WENTWORTH • SABINE SALVADOR • IZZY BLACKWOOD (npc) • SETH FRANKLIN • DESTINY FORTIER
Marcus and Sabine will be interrupted by the sudden influx of vampires pouring into the residence - during the daytime. Safe to say, they would both be unaware, at first, as to the prolonged darkness. Elliot and Seth will catch on rather quickly that Marcus and Sabine were participating in a little blood play - but Marcus will say nothing and instead zero in right away on Seth who is automatically guilty by association with Destiny in his eyes.

Sabine will 100% be soaking up all this drama and awkwardness, because #yolo. She’ll commiserate a bit with Seth but largely just be amused by Marcus -given the fact that he’s literally consuming demon blood. Elliot will want to bury himself again and might just try to destroy his own hearing while all this is going on.

Seth is gonna be so confused, but he will try to keep up as well as possible -even with the Marcus interrogation. Ignoring the demon in the room will likely be the best course of action too. Although a couple nights in to hunkering down, he’s probably gonna feel his sibling connection go haywire and have to slip off to make sure Juliana isn’t getting eaten because his Sire would literally kill him if his baby sister got killed while visiting him.

Destiny hates everything right now. She’s going to be internally panicking a bit (sorry for those feels Elliot), but the distraction provided by the demon and Marcus’ interrogation will be more than welcome. She will probably play up her entanglement with Seth just to make some eyes twitch. After all that much needed diversion, she’ll eventually calm the fuck down and resist the urge to just put herself in a nice ‘protective’ ring of fire.

Eyes will definitely twitch because of Destiny playing it up. Eventually Marcus’ll give up and pace around the place, checking entrances and whatnot, the paranoid preternatural he can be. He will take any and all questions about Sabine at a later date… © tessisamess
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THIS PLACE IS GOIN' UP | CZERNABOG PLOT

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Sep. 11th, 2020 at 1:39 AM

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RONAN O'LEARY + PRAIRIE ESLEY
A WARRIOR IN HIS GLORY
September 11th | Downtown | PG13 for language
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Ronan had been minding his own at the bar (which was candle lit, if you care for that sort of thing) when the commotion outside started and a scared, injured fellow stumbled in. At first the Fae just watched, smirking from behind his glass of whiskey as he listened to the man’s tale and side-glanced the actively bleeding scratch marks on his arm.

It wasn’t until the bartender kicked him out to close up, that he begrudgingly looked at the situation differently. Maybe these creatures would do a great deal of harm if left unchecked. Maybe these creatures were just the foot soldiers of something bigger. Now that was who Ronan wanted to fucking fight - whatever fire and brimstone bastard called these things its minions.

He’d settle for beating the shit outta the shadow creatures for a while until he found their Master, though.

Stepping outside, he was quickly surrounded by the black shadow creatures before he even reached the road. “So is this what it is then?” he slurred plainly, almost sounding unimpressed. “I suppose it’s a nice parlour trick,” the tree Fae said with a small shrug, tossing his lit cigarette into the trash bin nearby.

As he clashed with the first two creatures, he laughed - enjoying it all far too much as a fire started to grow in the bin. The light allowing him to see his opponents better.

“Come on!” he shouted in his native tongue, holding his arms out, wide open and inviting for attack. His eyes burned with a dangerous golden hue - standing a few feet taller than he normally did, looking a bit more sturdier. Admittedly.. It had been a long ass time since he’d seen actual battle of any sort, and while this wasn’t quite so - it was still close enough to get a rise out of him and get that warrior blood pumping. In all the excitement of a damn good fight against another supernatural species, his true Fae form came through. Out of his right hand, a long wooden spear seemed to grow out of nowhere as he readied to throw it at whatever stirred from the darkness.
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Sep. 10th, 2020


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Highway to Hell? | Czernabog Plot

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CRUISIN' FOR A BRUISIN'
FRANCIS WINTHER + ALLEGRA HANLON
Taking a simple drive during a total blackout isn't so simple.
SEPTEMBER 10, MORNING | OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN | PG-13 FOR LANGUAGE, SOME VIOLENCE
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Francis had been sitting in absolute silence on the back porch of his home waiting for the sun to come up. As per his usual routine he would get up, have a cup of coffee, take a jog, grab a shower, and eat a little something on the way to work. Today that routine was interrupted somewhere between a cup of coffee and a jog. Sometimes when it was a beautiful day out, the temperature was warm but the humidity low, Francis would have a seat on the screened porch with his coffee and read up on emails or the latest health article. So per his routine he filled his mug and shuffled his way to the comfortable Adirondack on the porch, sat back, and began to scroll through the large tablet screen. This was back at around 4:50AM, so it didn't feel too unusual that the sun wasn't up yet.

Though, it still felt unusually dark for five o'clock. Francis didn't take much notice until after he dressed for his jog and stepped outside an hour later. That was really when the doctor thought something was amiss and not just from cloud cover. There was no sun in sight even though it should be breaching the horizon at seven. The morning twilight was one of his favorites! Where had it gone? The local news didn't seem phased by it, nothing came up wrong on their weather radar. In fact, today was supposed to be only slightly overcast, high in the mid 80s.

So if that were the case...why was it practically midnight out?

Francis sighed heavily to himself and turned around to go back inside after taking in a good whiff of the air. Wrong. Everything was just wrong and it made the hair on his neck stand up. In one smooth motion he picked up his tablet and began to swirl his finger around over the letters to send out a message. The first was to his pack mates warning them of the unusual situation and commanding them to stay in for safety. A Beta's job was not so simple when it came to emergencies. He wasn't really the decision maker as much as he was the executor of said decisions. So, here he was. Executing. The second message was a broad email to patients that the clinic would open after 1PM. He had to investigate the situation, first. He followed up his messages with a call to his father and to his head at the front desk to notify staff of the day's change. They would need to begin coordinating the schedule. All along the while he paused to respond to Allegra, the first to jump on a road trip.

After changing out of his jogging attire into his regular business casual--a light blue, short sleeve button-up and khaki's--he stepped into the garage. The garage door opened with the usual loud rumble of chain rolling up the long aluminum slats that made up the entry. The light came on to fill the space, flooding the garage and pushing out the darkness from outside, revealing his beautiful red Cadillac with the top still down from his leisurely drive over the weekend. Francis smiled at it, always glad to see his hard work looking so fabulous, before swinging the door open and closed to get in. The engine revved with a classical purr, headlights flicking on, and the subtle click of a gear change as the car was reversed to back up out of its parking space.

The drive to pick up Allegra was the weirdest one Francis had ever been on. Total darkness. If it weren't for the clean yellow headlights on the Cadillac he wouldn't have been able to see a thing. In fact it felt incredibly unsafe to even be driving in this kind of condition. Arriving at the record store about ten-past-eight Francis could safely say his hands had not held the steering wheel so tightly since he was a teen learning to drive! He let go and cracked his knuckles, squinting to look at them right before his face to see how pale his flesh had gotten from that hearty grip.

"This is not going to be as quick a drive as I thought," Francis said to himself as he wait for his detective partner appeared. Assuming he could see her, of course.
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Sep. 10th, 2020 at 6:09 PM

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THINGS GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
GENESIS GERMAN + SILAS MORETTI
A young trainee is caught outside, a former templar feels... compelled to help?
September 10th, Evening | The Streets | PG-13
warning: violence likely, blood and swears
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She'd stayed inside for most of the day, texted a few friends, mostly glad that the power hadn't gone out along with the sun. But there was only so much she could do while she was at home, and if she had books or the like with her, maybe she'd be able to figure out, or help figure out, what was going on. As it was, stuck where she was, there wasn't anything that Gigi could really contribute.

Sitting around, spinning her wheels, that wasn't Genesis' thing.

Sure, the prospect of going out, in the dark, was terrifying. But sitting alone at home was just as bad. What if something came in? What if someone used the opportunity to try and rob her or worse? No, she was a sitting duck here, and that wasn't going to fly. Packing a bag up quickly, with some of the books at her home, her laptop and a change of clothes, Gigi pulled her hair up, changed into leggings and sneakers, grabbed a silver knife she could hide in her belt loosely around her waist and a flash light.

This was totally a montage moment.

Actually stepping outside was only majorly scary if she were honest. It was eery how quiet things were, the darkness making it all seem like some wild horror movie. But that was why she had her knife, after all. She might be more mean girl than final girl, but the hell if she was ending up some horror flick body count tally either. Clicking on her flashlight, her phone in her pocket as a backup if she needed it, Genesis started towards the campus. She doubted the bus service was running, and getting an uber would be impossible in this chaos. So walking it was.

After a while, she almost forgot how creepy it was, feeling like maybe it was just the middle of winter and things were dark and a little foreboding, but nothing was going to happen. Obviously, the moment she thought it, something skittered nearby. Twisting around, looking for the source of the noise, Genesis kept going, a little slower at first before she picked up her pace.

Something clattered behind her, and Genesis didn't even bother to look, breaking into a run to put some distance between her and whatever was back there. She just had to get to the campus, she was in decent shape, she worked out, she just needed to get to the campus and into the building and she'd be fine.

The problem with running, in the dark, with just a flashlight was undoubtedly that you couldn't see shit. She almost hit two walls, narrowly avoided running down an alley and had to weave through trees going through a small courtyard towards the main street. But she could hear what was following her, something that grunted and growled as it scratched along the sidewalk after her. She was almost out of the courtyard when it launched at her legs, tripping her up and sending both her and the creature tumbling to the ground.

She heard her flashlight clatter along the sidewalk before the light went out, batteries probably popping out. Some little hand grabbed at her, Genesis opting to flail in it's general direction than let it get too good a grip on her. Clamboring back to her feet, Gigi hardly bothered to try and get her bearings just running from whatever was chasing her, whatever direction was 'away' was where she was going to run.

It resulted in a collision with a lamp post, ending up in an entry way, and finally stumbling down a path she couldn't recognise in the dark. She let out a shriek when one of the creatures leapt onto her back, grabbing at her wildly, until Gigi slammed into a wall with her side, shaking it loose a little before she slipped one arm out of her backpack strap and swung it, sending the creature tumbling.

Unfortunately it left Gigi open for another one to leap at her, the momentum pushing her to the ground with the harsh crack of her head into the floor, stunning her long enough for the other little creature to skitter over again.

Going out had been a terrible idea.
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Aug. 28th, 2020


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Aug. 28th, 2020 at 8:30 PM

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ZELDA BLAKE + TEODORA RADOSLAVA
a reunion of sorts, with some bribery
AUGUST | Runes & Relics | PG-13
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Zelda had errands to finish running; but she couldn’t resist the allure of Runes & Relics and the occult oddities that filled it. She had yet to rebuild her altar - it was the perfect opportunity to get supplies while in town. The new house was enough out of the way that the Blake’s wouldn’t gain much attention, but not so far secluded that it took longer than a half hour to reach shops of any kind.

Her husband, far better at warding than her, was doing wonders at home with trying to ensure their general safety in their new home. Primarily, though, warding against her insidious older sister. Zee wasn’t even sure Yersinia had arrived yet - but it was only a matter of time.

Browsing the neatly arranged selection of crystals, she was more than a little impressed with the supplies the shop carried. Though, not at all surprised at the magic that radiated from it all in general - assuming the blonde behind the counter with the warm and inviting aura was the owner.

Zelda paused when she felt an old, but undeniably familiar, magical presence enter the shop - it sent a chill up her spine.



Moving to this town hadn’t been a plan. Although she understood the importance of the Nexus, the power it may hold, the balance it would disrupt, Teodora had little interest in any of those things herself. But owing favours sometimes assisted her in moving through the Fae realm, even now with her previous positions less held in disregard, she had no interest in mending bridges, thus subterfuge was required.

Allies made it easier.

Which was why, when she’d picked up a familiar sense of magic, Teo had followed the trail, smirking slightly the whole way, blending with shadows at first to avoid detection. The end destination didn’t surprise her, the shop was relatively quiet, one other witch present and Teo knew she could pass as just a witch where needed, dulling her magical aura accordingly.

Entering the shop, like a normal person and using the door, Teo smirked slightly at the witch she trailed. It had been many years since she’d been bargained and bribed into hiding a child for several months, several months longer than she’d expected certainly, but it wasn’t like she’d soon forget the witch in question. “Hello Zelda,” her voice was low, a little rough, but quiet enough to avoid the other witch’s attention. “It’s been a while.”



The familiar voice only confirmed her intuition. Zee turned on her heels to face the Fae she’d summoned all those years ago; and essentially bribed to hide Kal. “Teodora,” she acknowledged in return, a smile gracing her face. Of course Teo hadn’t aged, and wouldn’t for hundreds of years if at all granted glamouring capabilities. Zee had aged barely herself, thanks to the blood magic that had been passed down through generations in her family.

“What a pleasant surprise to find you in Seven Devils,” Zelda said somewhat pointedly, but her tone was still light and airy in order to keep up appearances. Though, she didn’t truly hold any malice for Teodora - it was because of the Fae that her son had made it through infancy. She still couldn't help but be suspicious as to the reasoning behind the Unseelie being present.



Teodora could’ve held a grudge. She disliked, in general, being forced into things. While bribery was somewhat better than blackmail, and she did obtain something of value from the deal, she was less thrilled at the time of being conned into basically playing wetnurse.

Of course, the child had been charming, and Teodora endeavoured to protect it as best she could, the shadow world and fae realm providing something of a barrier against harm that might’ve come to him. “Terribly pleasant, isn’t it.” Granted that she was still unsure if Seven Devils would be worth her time or not, she was curious as to this particular witch’s interest in the area.

“And you, it’s odd to see you out here. Do they have need for a magician of your talents?” She’d seen a few of Zelda’s shows, after all, while she protected the babe and after.



A soft laugh bellowed in the back of her throat as Teodora mentioned her talents. If only because Teo had no way of knowing Zee had otherwise hung up her fishnet stockings and top hat. Mostly - save for the random show she worked with Istvan when she was feeling far too nostalgic.

“Family troubles,” Zee replied. “Again. As Fate would have it.” Her expression became a bit more mischievous, albeit a little darkly so. “You wouldn’t happen to be free next week to keep an eye on Kal, would you?” the witch asked with joking intent.

She paused before grinning faintly; her fun had. “I’m kidding. He’s twenty now and more than capable and… my goodness, has it really been that long?”



For beings with such short lifespans, there was certainly a lot of family troubles. It wasn’t as if she had the perfect relationship, of course, she barely saw her blood kin now, but a choice was made and she would stand by that.

“Are you feeling your age?” Although it was a little surprising that it had been so long. The boy was little more than a newborn when Teo had hid him. Thinking of him as a mostly grown adult human? Well, it didn’t make Teodora feel old, per se, simply a reminder of the passage of time. “You don’t think he’d enjoy a return to the Shadow Realm? See the sights?” Not that there were sights in the Shadow Realm.

Although, there was a reason that Zelda bundled off her son with Teodora all those years ago, and family drama within her group could be troubling. “You have no reason to worry for his or your own safety?” She wasn’t invested, not exactly. The woman bribed her into a working for her basically, it was a transaction.

But Teodora still made something of a human living assisting in matters such as these.



“Incredibly so,” she admitted. It didn’t happen all that often, thankfully. Zee couldn’t help but pause and look at Teo, as if trying to figure out if something more sinister was behind the questioning. Some sort of payback for the bribing, perhaps? “He’s far too curious for his own good,” she said of her son. “Pretty soon I may be asking for you to go and retrieve him from the Shadow Realm,” Zelda teased somewhat.

Her expression faltered though, when the Fae questioned whether or not she had reason to worry for Kal’s safety. Very few got to see Zelda looking anything but graceful and stoic. “I’m always worried for his safety,” she admitted softly to the Fae infront of her. From her family; from Paimon. She wanted Kal to live and practice his craft freely.

“Speaking of, you should see him now,” she insisted with a faint yet proud smirk. Zelda pulled her phone from the pocket of her black slacks and brought up a picture of Kal - and purposely said nothing of just how much influence Teodora had had on him. But she did watch the Fae’s expression closely.



It didn’t shock her to learn that the babe grew into an inquisitive adult, frankly she’d expect little else. He may have only been a babe when she had taken him from realm to realm, hiding him from the potential reveal before his mother had prepared for it, but it left an effect nonetheless.

“Perhaps he would do well there.” It wasn’t really a place to spend a long period of time in though, the Shadow Realm was a stopgap between places, a void of dark energy that absorbed and contained. Hardly a place to stay, but suitable to pass through, to harness. “As a mother should, perhaps.” Although Teodora didn’t know everything about Zelda’s family, and nor was she terribly interested, she could sense the mark, darkness that clung to Zelda, something that she attempted to shield her spawn from. It reminded her that human parents did that, protect their children, rather than blindly follow tradition.

The production of an image of the child in question made Teodora arch an eyebrow, although she’d often had the stray thought of the child she’d tended for seven months, she’d never really pictured him as anything beyond the small child. Although obviously he grew, as all beings did. But she still stepped forward, showing interest.

The image at least sparked a small smirk. Hmm, Shadow Realm would obviously be an interest for the boy then. It hadn’t been conscious, in the strictest sense, but Teodora recognised her own handiwork, even if it was a subconscious effect. “He grew up strong.” Like there had been doubt.



She watched the Fae smirk. Honestly, for a moment, she hated that the idea of hiding her son once more in the Shadow Realm sounded like a good idea. Temporarily, of course, but he would be out of reach of any danger.

He was an adult now, and could make his own decisions and try to stand his own against the family should they turn sour enough -- but her worry was more demonic these days than family. Not to mention she wasn’t sure how Istvan would react to any sort of idea. Obviously her husband shared the same concern, if not more, for their son’s safety - but he liked them sticking together as a family.

“Strong and a lot like his father, thankfully,” Zelda admitted quietly, putting her phone away. She never wanted Kal to have her darkness, even if he was still capable of such things as he explored his craft and experimented.

“You should come to dinner one night,” the witch added with a faint grin of amusement at the idea. It would be interesting to see how Kalman reacted; if he sensed anything, if he was drawn to the Fae who guarded him for the first few months of his life.



It was somewhat interesting, to see the development of the baby into the man. Granted Fae grew in a similar manner, they just stayed younger longer, it was still something to put an adult face to the babe she’d hid.

“I think he’d be lucky to take after his mother,” although Teo had a varied opinion on humans, she was most regularly working for them. In one way or another, and while many begged and pleaded and offered her money, only one had ever bribed her into doing something for her. “There’s something to that deep well of strength after all.” Zelda had either been recklessly stupid or incurably brave when she’d bribed a fae. Teodora was beginning to believe it was a mix of both.

The dinner invitation halted her for a moment, before she recovered, “I--” normally she wouldn’t interact with people after jobs, the potential for whatever she was doing to be traced through her energies was rather high. Although usually she was passing messages or obtaining items, rarely shielding babies from family members. Given the length of time passed and the fact that the family were aware of the boy now, it wasn’t like her work could be further undone. “Very well, I would enjoy that.”

Strangely, she thought she rather would.



She took the compliment gracefully, giving Teo a slow nod of her head. Zee even surprised herself in times of desperation - and the recklessness she had pulled after Kal was born had certainly been reckless. If her son never tried anything like the sort, and avoided deals with demons… Well she would be happy enough.

Zelda smiled widely at the accepted offer to join them for a night. “Good.” She paused a beat before her smile grew a bit more mischievous as she looked over at the fae. “Besides, if you had said no I could always just.. summon you again.” She wouldn’t - especially for something as trivial as family dinner, but, it was fun to tease the idea.

“I’ll leave an offering out for you, though, do be wary of my husband’s wards,” she wiggled her fingers in the air again. “They’re nothing to toy with, even for a sneakily skilled Fae such as yourself.”



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Aug. 26th, 2020


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RAIDEN HOWE + BELLAMY HOWE
"FOUND YOU."
AUGUST 20TH | OUTSIDE RAIDEN'S HOUSE | PG-13
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CASSIDY MARSH + GENESIS GERMAN
frenemies talking shit, then talking shop
early August, right after the Sycamore case | St. Thomas library basement aka MOL HQ | PG13
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Working with the Men of Letters wasn’t exactly a significantly taxing experience; it was busy, yes, filling hours that most people would have free, especially during the summer break from college. But it wasn’t like it took a strain on her to do the work.

Which wasn’t always ideal, not when Gigi wanted to burn off some excess energy.

She’d been a little more short and brash lately, and she knew why, but she didn’t exactly want to deal with it, instead deciding to work through the simmering anger with some training and working out.

The Men of Letters weren’t the Templars, it wasn’t like she’d be dropping out of planes to go through remote areas to find lost Biblical artefacts, or swimming below sea level to look for the lost library of Alexandria. But there were still certain expectations and possibilities which meant being in shape and knowing how to defend yourself.

At the college, the MoL training area, hidden under the college through numerous corridors and doors.

She’d pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, changed into some work out gear and proceeded to kick the bejesus out of the punching bag in the training area, getting as much of the pent up feelings out less she simmer for longer and potentially have an episode.

Her playlist started to cycle again, and Gigi hit pause, unstrapping her gloves and moving back towards the study area to grab some water and take a break. She could probably focus long enough to get through a few more pages of her thesis.



As distracted as he had been lately, what with having come clean to Kitty and having spent a good portion of his free time with Austin exploring gem mines - he hadn’t seen his MOL co-trainee much. But when he did she was a force to be reckoned with. Genesis was a spitfire in general, and their friendship could best be described more as frenemies due to their competitive natures… But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice that it’d been worse as of recent.

He had had every intention of working on putting together an actual profile on the cryptid clues that he and Austin had found. However, when he was essentially met with Gigi fresh from the training area, Cassidy stopped like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hey,” he said tentatively before realizing he rightfully had no reason to be walking on eggshells around her. As far as he knew, and he was usually pretty self-aware even for a male, he hadn’t said or done anything to warrant her wraith. “Hitting the ole punching bag pretty good, huh there Slugger?” Cass said, making a mimed motion of punching the air.



Taking a long drain of water, aware suddenly how badly she needed to hydrate and how sore her muscles already were, Gigi just sighed at Cassidy. She mostly enjoyed their battle of wits, verbally sparring with him was something that just came naturally, even if most of the time they were lightly teasing each other, it was fairly standard. “Do you wanna stand in for it?”

It wasn’t said with any real heat, since it wasn’t like Cassidy was to blame for her mood -she was probably biting off everyone’s head lately. Which obviously wasn’t fair. Gulping down some more water, she tried to at least shake off the mood.

“What’re you up to? Wanna write my thesis for me? I’ll go take a nap somewhere?” The wraps and gloves were all set aside, Gigi wiping her neck and shoulders before grabbing her zipper to wear while she cooled down. No more punching things right now.



Cassidy expected a good verbal lashing from Genesis. It was kind of their thing. But in terms of sarcastic comebacks, hers was a little weak this time. With a faint grin he shrugged it off. “Depends on how hard you can hit with those manicured nails of yours,” he retorted, letting his book fall haphazardly onto the table in front of him.

The fiery redhead asking him what he was up to was what caused his head to practically spin round like the Regan MacNeil’s in the Exorcist. Genesis - showing actual interest in what he was doing and not just assuming he was looking at porn or playing video games or otherwise goofing off? Weird.

“You wouldn’t even lend me a pen before an exam last semester and now you’re asking me to write your thesis?” Cassidy pointed out with as much shock as he had confusion for the matter.



There was a reason that Gigi never let her nails get long and talon like, not like Vee did, and it was mostly because she’d stab herself or take too long to figure out how to work with them, but it had a little to do with sparring and punching too -hard to curl your fist when your nails could impale your own palm. “Hard enough.”

It wasn’t up to her usual standards, that was true, but it wasn’t like she was on her A game anyway.

“My pens are expensive and you chew them, there’s no way I’m giving you anything I wouldn’t just let you keep. And I wouldn’t let you keep a number two pencil.” Slightly better form, that was true. “Besides, I don’t have to give you a pen for you to type, do I?” It was probably a little more clear that she was swinging from bored, angry and disinterested at odd rates and never really for much reason.

Taking her emotions out on other people had always been a problem, but Gigi never really sought to correct it anyway.



And he didn’t doubt her ability to land a punch. He had witnessed her working out on more than one occasion and, well, it was enough to make him never want to be on the receiving end of her swings. Not that he was alright with being on the receiving end of anyone’s rage, anyway.

Cassidy flashed her another little grin; “Touché.” He usually had his laptop on him, but the occasional note or thought simply needed to be scribbled down. Still, he found his thoughts focused more on how she was delivering her quips. They were falling flat, all things considered.

“Alright, what’s up with you today?” he asked, expecting an answer without having to really pry given their work relationship. And the fact that they generally were comfortable enough with each other to constantly take jabs at the others expense, but then remain civil.



Genesis understood scribbling notes, but most of the time, especially for class, it was quicker to type some notes, even with the random typos in the words, and go back and fix them later. Not to mention sometimes they didn’t even need to take notes and their time could be spent working on more interesting stuff without people realising.

When he asked what was wrong, genuinely what was wrong, Genesis toyed with telling him to mind his own business. Except it wasn’t like she didn’t tell him trivial stuff anyway. For all that she and Cassidy snarked at each other it was a comedic kind of thing. She liked that he was intelligent, that she could challenge him, and he would come right back with something, that he didn’t just assume she was some airhead.

“It’s just…” Hormones? Probably, but then it wasn’t like it was silly to be upset about things. She knew the moment she let Velina know someone was going to be hunted down and stabbed. And honestly, she was fine with that. “That guy I went out with? The possible serial killer? Just a run-of-the-mill asshole instead.”



Ah, the Russian guy that Cass had purposely forgotten the name of. “I’m sorry, Gen,” he said after a brief pause. There had been conflicting feelings there about the whole date thing from the start - Cas wouldn’t dare say ‘I told you so’ in this instance, though.

He remained standing, though he wasn’t entirely sure as to why at the moment, his fingers tapping lightly on the table top. “Want me to ruin his life?” Cassidy offered, completely serious. “I know a girl at the diner who knows her way around a computer…” He knew of the girl at the diner. Had never asked for anything before but well, he wasn’t opposed to it for Genesis.



Sitting herself at the table with a sigh, Genesis propped one elbow on the table to rest her chin on her hand, drumming her short, trimmed, manicured nails against the wood, “I’m not even sure he’s worth that effort.”

It was odd, honestly, despite the fact that she’d been fairly into him, in more than just a basic attraction kind of way, she hadn’t exactly ever really been so forward with people -and really, aside from his attractiveness it wasn’t like they had a lot in common. So, her base urges were clearly what had been at play in the whole thing, and he got what he wanted, she had fun.

Her pride was the most wounded, really.

Besides, Cassidy’s contact might need more than a first name and dick size to go on. “I just have to get the stupidity out of my system and until I sit down with Velina and curse his heritage, I’m wallowing.” Which was attractive. “Seriously though, what’re you up to?”



Oof. Nothing said asshole-guy like a woman just not wanting to get revenge of some sort. Like the revenge would just be turned into some kind of shallow self-praise. Honestly, the guy was lucky all things considered. Not because Genesis didn’t let Cassidy do his thing - but because she wasn’t hellbent on totally demolishing the man’s reputation. Cas had never witnessed it for himself but he could easily picture it all. And, well, as long as he wasn’t on the receiving end of it? It was glorious.

And the fact that Gen had Velina? Even better. Velina was.. Intimidating. But in a good way? Out of his league by a few lightyears kind of way.

Cassidy took a seat on the table top nearby, facing the redhead so they could keep talking without it being awkward.. “Attempting research,” he answered, doing a little Vana White motion toward his books and laptop. If she wanted the subject changed he was more than willing to follow her lead. “My buddy Austin and I found a bunch of weird stuff in the gem mines when the Sycamore case was active,” he explained, grabbing his laptop and starting it up to get to some pictures of the claw marks, the carcasses and bones.

“I was going to try and put a profile together for a new cryptid, possibly,” Cassidy said as he set the laptop on the table in front of her so she could see. “Want to help?”



Normally it would be a bigger deal, if she’d put more of herself out there, connected with him better. If that’d happened she would’ve burned his life to the ground and left a smouldering pile of shit where his reputation had been. As it was, they’d had a brief fling that she’d thought maybe could’ve been something else. After shit talking him with Velina she’d likely be past it, consider him nothing more than a good night between the sheets and find something worthwhile elsewhere.

The Sycamore case was an interesting one, especially since they didn’t actually have a confirmed cause of death as far as Genesis knew. “Sure,” research would at least keep her mind busy, and all things told she did enjoy working with Cassidy on research. They had the similar determination to find out the truth, even if Cassidy had far more interest in conspiracy theories than Genesis did.

“Did you manage to get any of the coroners reports on the autopsy?” She knew he’d been found in the mines, knew that he’d been looking through a few of them and that there’d been some kind of animal attack attached to his death if not causing it. The notion of there being a new cryptid species in Seven Devils was definitely enough to put her relationship woes aside and dive into the books.



When she agreed he smiled gently, pleased that she’d at least humor him a little for an hour or so. And, if nothing else, if she needed to pick apart his organization and research? Well he wasn’t exactly going to give her too much attitude in return.

“I haven’t,” he replied, casting a glance over at her. “I’m not sure they’ve released them yet and my hacking abilities are severely lacking,” Cass said, wiggling his fingers in her direction to mime the act of typing.

“Besides, I can’t imagine it’s not covered up,” he added, reaching up to run his hand through his already tousled hair. “If anything putting together a rough cryptid profile could help us dissect the autopsy report and see what information could be skewed?” And, Cassidy did something he often didn’t do - which was look to Genesis for her approval and opinion.



There were times when Cassidy went off on his conspiracy rants that Genesis just zoned out of entirely. Some of the time it wasn’t worth really paying too much attention because they delved into aliens and what not and Gen just wasn’t interested in those black holes.

Every now and then she could indulge in the cryptid hunter thing. After all, they all had to be discovered at some point.

“I’m mostly surprised neither you nor your little friend have tried breaking in to get a copy off the coroners' computer.” Although it could be edited down, there’d likely need to be initial findings and pictures, which could help with any gaps in the information.

“You’ll also need to know where he was exactly and what the wildlife around there is, to rule out the basics of coyotes, wolves or raccoons.” Being in a dense forest, in a damp mine, in a dark cavern, it wasn’t just cryptids that made their homes there. “The sheriff report would likely be a good place to get information too, they’d need to document what was in the area to see if it could’ve been a person.”

Of course, getting into the station would be harder than the hospital. “Would your hacker friend who could’ve destroyed my erstwhile lovers reputation be able to do something about that?”



“Little friend?” he countered. “Austin is not a little friend, he is a this-tall-ish, friend,” Cassidy insisted, holding his hand out in the air at roughly the height of Austin. And while it was the only quip he gave her -- he actually listened to the rest she had to say.

“I’m not too keen on committing a federal crime this week,” Cas shrugged nonchalantly. “Although I do know someone who would.” The girl at the diner, purely rumor, of course, but it was worth asking. He had some chump change he could fork over for it if needed. Getting into the local police network would be arguably a lot easier. Still highly frowned upon in legal terms, but something he and Austin could probably do in a weekend.

Cassidy cracked a small grin and looked at Gen again. “Also are you trying to hint at some cyber meddling for your Russian ex-lover?”



Gigi didn’t know a lot about Cassidy’s partner in crime -she listened to their podcast sometimes, because honestly, it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy rolling her eyes at Cassidy’s theories and poking at him lightly over it. She enjoyed when he got worked up and argued with her, one of the few people who could actually argue with her without it descending into pettiness.

And to do that she needed to have a vague understanding at least about what he was talking about. Not that she’d ever let him know that.

“If she can break into the police system to get the report, maybe it’d be worth fucking him over at least a little.” At the very least she could get out a bit of her own mild petty revenge too. “Okay, lets see how many laws we actually need to break this week, hmm?” Not that she needed to, but it was a distraction. And Cassidy offered it for her, why not just go with it.

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ZELDA & ISTVAN BLAKE
discussing their plans while in Seven Devils
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Admittedly, her day had been side-tracked after running into a familiar face in the form of the Unseelie Fae who once protected Kálmán from her family. After the unexpected reunion with Teodora, Zee had forgotten to buy half of what was needed - her mind wandering off at just how much Kál resembled the Fae. Which made her wonder how much residual magic he still held.

Returning home from her errands, Zelda set the multiple bags down in the foyer and paused to listen. She could hear music coming from somewhere downstairs, but assumed Istvan had gotten everything set up in the living room. Bending down she snagged the bottle of red wine she’d bought at the liquor store and wiggled her black fingers in the air to call two glasses from the kitchen into her grasp.

All she had to do was follow the music to her vibrantly energetic husband who was indeed, in their new living room. Zelda set down the wine and glasses carefully on the table within reach and stood in the door frame. Crossing her arms under her chest she leaned and smiled softly, fondly, as she watched him in silence as long as she could manage.



Istvan had changed gears today, streaming big band hits from the 40’s & 50’s through his phone as he put the finishing touches on the living room. It was mostly unpacked, a few various things still needing to be placed or located, but it was looking more and more like a room people could relax in. The move had been quickly put together, and he was sure he’d still be finding things in boxes a month from now. That being said, he was still very pleased with his progress.

He’d been doing his own sort of one-sided dance to In The Mood, and had just turned on his heel to face the door, and noticed Zelda standing there. His face broke into a broad smile as he locked eyes with her. “Ah, mi corazon,” he called out to her, spinning toward the door to close the distance between them. “You look beautiful, as always. And you brought wine, excellent! Did you come for a dance, or just to see me acting silly?”



When he turned and smiled, Zelda quirked the faintest of brows as she watched him gravitate toward her. He was far too good of a dancer for her, a natural in every sense of the word, and she was much too rigid half the time. Still, somehow, they managed to find a balance. A humble blush graced Zee's pale cheeks at the pet name. Her hand reached up to brush a stray lock of his dark hair back into place. "Can it be both?" she asked with amusement in her voice.

It was the fastest move possible, getting to Seven Devils ahead of Yersinia, but one they happened to manage. And nobody had died - so, overall it was a win. There was furniture that needed to be added, but she had an appointment with Winter to help move that along. And it saved them all the headaches and fights that came with trying to put together anything from IKEA.

Zelda couldn't help but finally glance around the room for a moment; impressed with how much work he'd done in just a few short hours. "It looks wonderful, my love," she told him with a more grateful smile, one arm slinking innocently around his shoulders while her free hand that had previously fixed his hair, slid into his own hand. "So much better than before. Perhaps you can pick up interior decorating as a side job while we're here," Zee teased gently.



“I mean, I’d expect nothing less,” Istvan answered, laughing joyously. Zee was the love of his life, and he was thankful every day they’d managed to find a way to make it work. Even if sometimes they had to shake things up, relocate, and try to set up a new life somewhere else, that was fine. They were adaptable, they’d done it before, they could do it again.

He wound one arm around Zee’s waist, linking his fingers with hers. He was pleased that she liked it, but he couldn’t deny he was happy that it was basically done. “I’m glad it passes muster,” he teased, swaying them slightly in place. “Although I can’t say I’d be the best interior decorator. I’d try to mesh too many styles until the room is chaos.” He led them in a slow turn, humming thoughtfully. “I do want to check the wards again,” he continued, some of the levity leaving his voice. “Just to make sure everything’s covered.”



"Mm, I think you could make chaos decorating a thing," she mused faintly with a small chuckle. Eclectic chic was good, if done right, and their living room was well on its way to becoming just that. And she loved it. His melodic humming was almost like a soothing spell and Zelda allowed herself a moment to get swept off her feet, figuratively of course, as they danced.

Closing her eyes she let her cheek rest against his briefly before she noticed the drop in his voice. Leaning her head back a little to catch his gaze, Zee let her fingers comb soothingly through the back of his hair. "Van," she chided softly, knowingly that he was being a worrywart. "You've gone over them twice already," Zelda reminded him. As far as she knew that was the total so far. "Between the three of us we'll be fine, even when Yersinia shows up."

His worrying wasn’t without good cause, however. The majority of her family was brutally barbaric; even on a good day. Zee felt fortunate to have kept both Istvan, and their son, safe over the years. Though, he was more than capable of holding his own against her sisters. And Kál… he was likely more powerful than they realized. “How about we focus on what it is we’re going to do in the meantime? We might as well try to make some contribution to society, we are far past any opportunity to be stay-at-home parents.”



“I know, I know,” he sighed, leaning his forehead briefly against her shoulder. “It’s just, and you know I’m not saying this to be an asshole. I worry about your sister catching us unprepared. Especially since Kál is here, I know he’s a grown man, but I’ll never stop worrying about him, or wanting to make sure he’s safe.”

“You’re right, of course you are,” he agreed, bringing his smile back, because if he couldn’t summon it for her, he was really out of sorts. “I want to get out and explore the town, see what there is to see. I don’t have much in the way of ‘conventional skills’, but there has to be something I could do. Maybe see if the hospital hires performers for the children’s ward, or something.”



Zee smirked faintly at his consideration - she never would accuse him of being an asshole. (Even if he made an honest effort to try and be one.) Yersinia was, at best, unhinged and unpredictable. His wards would likely only hold so long once she was in town, but all they needed was an initial advantage should she show up ready to fight. “I can bargain for protection for Kál should anything happen to us,” she offered - not necessarily meaning demonic outlets. She had Teodora in mind, once again.

Her expression softened again with his idea. It really would be a perfect job for him, and part of her regretted not having more children when they had the chance. But in her defense - how was she to know that Istvan would be such a fantastic father? Whether it was the music or just her husband’s lighthearted essence influencing her, Zelda took a step back and held his hand at arm’s length before slowly spinning back into his arms - her back to him. “If that proves fruitless I noticed an old theater in town,” she commented, turning her head to the side to watch his expression as the words settled in.



Istvan sighed quietly, letting out a long exhale. “Let’s hope it never comes to that,” he answered, looking about as serious as he was capable of being. “If it comes to that, though, I’m glad to know he’ll be safe. I’m not so concerned with myself, but if anything happened to him, or you...I couldn’t bear it.” He lifted their linked hands, placing a gentle kiss on the back of Zee’s.

His dark eyes watched her adoringly as she spun herself into his arms, encircling her gently as they swayed to the music. His face lit up as she mentioned the theatre, because if he had a second home, it was on a stage. Performing, making people laugh and gasp and ask how he did it, that was one of his favorite things to do. “I wonder if I could get in touch with whoever manages it,” he mused, already planning how he might pitch the idea of letting him perform.



And Zelda believed every word of Istvan’s, regardless of the solemn expression or not. Although she put appearances that things rarely bothered her, the idea of losing either of them would be her undoing. It was a fact she struggled with, growing up in the family that she did and striving for independence and… falling for Istvan had been a complete surprise. A good one, but a surprise nonetheless and one she fought at first. Watching as he kissed the back of her hand she smiled warmly. “Don’t worry about me,” she reassured him, opting to leave out the reminder of the demonic ties within her family, and her own contract. It had yet to happen, thankfully, but Zelda suspected should she ever come close to Death’s door prematurely.. Paimon would intervene. A subject she dodged artfully by instead bringing up; “Worry about the fact that Kál will be graduating in two years and probably won’t want to continue living at home.”

Her husband’s expression didn’t disappoint, causing her to let out a faint laugh as they moved idly to the music still playing. “It looked a little rundown,” she added in afterthought. They could work their magic and give it the TLC it needed. “Maybe we could buy it off them?” Money was never an issue, between the both of them - though Istvan earned his through hard work, Zee sort of just inherited hers. “You could have your shows, maybe screen some old movies every so often..” she trailed off, knowing that his thoughts had probably already soard through said ideas. He was far more creative than she could ever be, and while they both had a passion for the stage, Zee had been relatively okay with (mostly) stepping down once they had their son.



“Don’t worry about me, she says,” Istvan teased gently. “You know that’s one of my jobs, love. I know you can handle yourself, trust me, I do. It’s just there, like blinking.” He sighed dramatically, tipping his head back as she mentioned Kál’s all-too-soon graduation status. “Maybe we can bribe him to live at home,” he joked. “In all seriousness, I do want him to go out and live his own life, settle down if he wants, see the world and all the crazy, beautiful things it has to offer. I just wish it didn’t seem to be coming up so soon.”

“See, this is why I married you,” Istvan answered, grinning. “For that big, beautiful brain. I’d thought about maybe owning my own theatre when I was first starting out, but when you’re 21, that kind of money is a dream you never think you’ll achieve. But now that I’ve had 18 years to save...I’d love to see if I could restore it and make it shine again. Do some movie nights, like you said, maybe a family event on some weekends.” He tilted his head, lips pursed as he thought. “We’d just have to find out who manages it, or if the bank holds it. I need to see some numbers, and we need to talk about it before any decisions are made.”



She pursed her lips and made a face at his teasing before her expression softened once more. In actuality, she didn’t much mind him worrying - he was one of very few people who truly cared. Still, she knew her fate, her contract - and she hated the idea of what it’d likely do to him. With a laugh, she reached one hand up so she could trail her fingers against his jaw. “We’re lucky we’ve kept him a homebody this long,” she pointed out. Zee tended to remain calm about it all, on the outside, but internally she was screaming and panicking at the thought of Kal wandering off on his own - open to supernatural forces.

“And here I thought it was because of the fishnet stockings,” she grinned, teasing him in return. Hearing him talk about how he’d wanted his own theater -a dream you never think you’ll achieve- well, now they simply had to have it. They had moved around enough in the last few years - she wouldn’t mind settling down for a more prolonged time. The nexus could end up benefiting them, and hiding from unwanted attention, after all. “Darling we’re talking about it right now,” Zee insisted, her other hand resting against his as he still held her. “Whatever the price. If it’s the bank’s,” she told him, “or if someone is willing to hand it over… buy it.”



“It seems like only yesterday he came up to my knee.” Istvan sighed, remembering how their son had been as a little boy. Kal had given him some flashbacks to his own youth, and now he fully understood why his father looked like he was going to have a heart attack sometimes. “And I know you’re right, most children would be keen to fly the coop when they’re 18. I’ve just gotten so used to having him around. I know he’ll do wonderfully when he does strike out on his own, but he’ll always be my niño.”

“Oh don’t get me wrong, the first time I saw you in those stockings, I think my heart stopped for a minute,” Istvan admitted, his eyes dancing with mischief. “You know how the performing circuit is, so many men hanging around backstage in a tiny greenroom. And then there you were, ready to prove that you were just as good, if not better, than anyone there.” He stepped back from the close embrace, though still keeping hold of her hands. “Zee...this could be amazing for us,” he mused. “If you wanted to perform again, you could, and we could have a little extra income coming in. And I could get my show up and running again. I’ll have to check the accounts, but tomorrow, I’m going down to city hall to ask about ownership. Do you want to come with me?”



Niño - she hadn’t heard him call Kal that in a long time. It was a beautiful trigger of some of her happiest and most safeguarded memories. Zelda gave Istvan a little ‘aww’ and tapped the tip of his nose lightly. “We’re going to spend the rest of the night going through old photos aren’t we?” she laughed softly - more than willing to do just that. But curled up in bed, with wine, obviously.

Zee could feel her cheeks warm briefly because she knew that even when they were young and foolish, for him it had been more than a fling or phase. And for her, it was another reminder of how he was far too good for her. Even now. “I could never be as good as you, my love,” she insisted with a shake of her head, “not in a million years.” And it was true - with illusion, Istvan could dance backward circles around her blindfolded on a unicycle. And his wards were nothing to be nonchalant about. Zelda, on the other hand, had magical strengths elsewhere. When he stepped back she ended up doing a half-twirl so she was facing him but still holding his hands. Seeing the enthusiasm on his face made her grin faintly. “Uh-oh.. I’ve created a monster,” she joked teasingly. Although, the idea of performing again - and honestly even just having the option, sounded so good at the moment. Furthermore, she wanted to see his show start up again. He was far too good a performer to not be on stage. “I would love to go,” she smiled briefly before letting go of one hand - her finger softly pressing to his chest. “But you’re doing all the talking.” He was far better at it, and persuasive. “My involvement will purely be for emotional support, deal?”



“We certainly are,” Istvan agreed. “I put the albums on one of the shelves over there, you know how sentimental I can get sometimes. Especially his 16th birthday. You remember. Where I had a little too much wine and started getting weepy that our son was going to grow up too quickly and leave us. If you give me wine again, I’ll reenact that scene.” He laughed quietly, glancing over to the shelf that held some of their family photographs. When he thought about it, he really was blessed. His life could have turned out so differently.

“Oh it’s entirely possible that you have,” he agreed cheerfully. “Because you’ve given me a project, and you know how I am with those. And I don’t know if I’d go that far. Gods know I got a leg up with my background. But I would really, really love to get back on stage again. And if that means pouring time and energy into fixing up the old theatre...well then, that’s what I’ll do. And I’m perfectly OK with that deal. I just like having you with me when I start new things.”



Zee listened carefully to the memory before it clicked, and she laughed along with him. “You were near inconsolable,” she recalled, giggling as she remembered how mortified Kal had been at first. She was sure he wouldn’t get as bad as their son’s birthday. “You know, I think there are pictures of that night, too. You huddled over, holding his baby blanket,” she teased. They were certainly a functional, dysfunctional family. “You’re on,” she told him with a smirk, glancing toward the bottle of wine and glasses she’d set down on the table by the door. “I just need to put groceries away first.”

It was true that Istvan tended to get carried away. When there was a task to focus on, and he was passionate about it, there was no stopping him. It was something that Zelda admired about the man - he poured his heart into everything he did. Her hand smoothed over his chest and she smiled with a surprising amount of warm adoration. “Istvan, my love, you belong on stage more than anyone.” Honestly, if she hadn’t known better from his Abuela, she would have assumed he was born on a stage. “Then you’ll have me,” Zee promised. “And, eventually I’ll find something useful to do.”



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TWO MEN & A DEMON
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After a strange exorcism, Ruairi finally explains his connection to the demon Astaroth
August | St. Verdiana | PG/No Warnings | In Progress
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a little souvenir, can I steal it from you?

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RONAN O'LEARY + NATYA ILANOV
don't be afraid to catch feels
August 15th - late evening | Natya's place | PG13
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The towering tree Fae no longer needed to be let into Natya’s apartment. She had her magic all over the door but he was no longer a person (or Fae) of interest that needed to be kept out. That and he knew where she kept the spare key. Slipping inside as quietly as he could, Ronan quickly found his way to the shower and helped himself. That way he didn’t have to hear the witch bark at him about getting everything dirty.

It was a small step toward being more considerate.

When he was done he pulled on a tank top and boxers he’d left behind. Looking at himself in the mirror; the image of his full human glamour looking back. His hair was less fiery red, more.. auburn brown, and no longer wildly “styled”. Instead, it was trimmed and neat, much like his beard. Ronan grumbled. His beard was the worst part. It was pathetic in comparison to his more Fae-friendly look. He had needed to use his magic to change his appearance and blend in more — to avoid the authorities, of course. A bar fight had gone a little too far and well, tables had been broken and maybe a leg as well.

It’d all wear off in a few hours, thankfully.

Grabbing the blue robe he’d stolen from Nat’s neighbor, he pulled it on before opening the bathroom door and wandering out.



It wasn’t unusual at this point for her magic to tell her that Ronan was in her apartment before she got there. His emotions were usually a jumbled mess that she blocked out -fae, she figured it was just what happened with fae emotions- but she could usually tell when he was at her place.

Which was more often than not, if she were honest, and not something she minded too much.

She’d stoked more food because he was there so often, she bought toiletries he’d probably prefer, eco-friendly, woody scents, the shower gel in a can that came out in a lather. She bought bigger towels and extra toothbrushes and basically accepted that she had a roommate that didn’t pay rent.

The shower was running when she locked up the doors, pulling off her boots and dropping her keys and wallet on the desk by the door. Work hadn’t been busy or too annoying that she was in desperate need of a shower, so she’d worry about that in the morning. Stripping off her clothes to pull on her threadbare shorts and an oversized, well worn t-shirt.

By the time the shower was off, Natya was in the small kitchenette, throwing a micro-meal into the microwave before glancing up and-- “Jesus fuck, what is this sorcery?”



When his gaze settled on the petite witch he grinned softly; before rolling his eyes somewhat at her reaction. “Had to go full fuckin’ glamour to avoid the cops,” Ronan answered with a shrug, as if it weren’t a big deal. As he walked over to snatch the meal box, looking it over, he scrunched his face up in suspicion. “It’ll wear off in a few hours.”

As he crossed the small kitchenette his hand moved so he could pinch the left cheek of her ass in passing. “And no I didn’t kill anyone,” the Fae added in afterthought, opening the fridge and taking the milk out. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swig straight from the container, trying to ignore just how domestic the both of them looked.

“Easy night? You’re home kind of early,” he noted, glancing at the clock as he lowered the milk jug.



She should’ve been annoyed. It should’ve bugged her, but she was already getting the second meal out to throw in the microwave now. Like it had been the plan all along. She didn’t even care that he was drinking out of the carton, gross as it was. She was too busy cataloguing this look.

Realistically she knew that he was like, half glamoured. He was fae. He was still distinctly not average at the best of times, but she hadn’t really considered a more human appearance. That he pulled it out so that he could hide from the cops? Not out of character.

The tidy beard, the fact that he was still broad in the shoulder, still tall and bulky. It made sense. “Yeah, well, when there’s not someone sitting around causing trouble we get a lot more done.” That and it wasn’t a busy night, students didn’t come out until Thursday at least. Even with college classing wrapping up, some of them stuck to their usual -cheaper drinks.

Hopping up on the counter, settling against the tiles on her thighs, Natya just grabbed her own meal when it dinged. “So, you didn’t kill anyone, did you maim someone? Need an alibi for when you don’t look like off duty Jason Bourne?”



When there’s not someone sitting around causing trouble — Ronan grinned again and raised both eyebrows as if to say oh really? To be honest he excelled at causing trouble for others. Typically, it was ~mostly harmless~ save for the frequent brawling. But all that trouble and trickery was just his Fae nature. And spoiled upbringing of getting away with it.

For Natya, though, it was a bit more personal. He enjoyed being around the witch, and seeing her temper flare. It was slightly alarming at times how evenly matched they were - a thought that had crossed his mind more lately. Ronan was a lot to deal with, even on a good day, and she took it all in stride. More importantly, she gave him shit in return and wasn’t afraid to stand up to him. “Boring night, then. Makes sense,” he commented, finally putting the milk back.

He watched her hop onto the counter, causing him to pause and blatantly eye her up for a moment. “A little,” the Fae admitted with another shrug. It wasn’t like the guy hadn’t asked for it. “Who the fuck is Jason Bourne?” he asked, going to grab two forks from the drawer without a second thought.

Ronan took the second meal and tossed it, gently, in the microwave. (And this time out of the box — lesson learned, there.) But he paused, looking over at her because he still had no idea how to work the microwave properly and either under or over cooked things. There was no happy medium. Much like with everything regarding Ronan.



Truth be told, he kept things interesting. She wouldn’t voice it, tell him that she liked when he bothered her at work, kept things from being terribly monotonous, because that would only encourage him and she wasn’t about to inflict that on anyone.

It was probably a little more than that; he practically stayed with her, more than just booty calls and hookups now, more than just the fact that he seemed so maladjusted to the human world that he barely understood soap. He spent a fair amount of time roaming around her apartment, even when she wasn’t there, and she didn’t mind in the least. It was just… a thing that he did.

“He’s a badass agent who basically kicks ass across the globe, but the point is he can curb stomp fifty men without breaking a sweat.” And yes, Natya was aware that Ronan didn’t look that much like Matt Damon, but frankly, she could make up her own Jason Bourne, thank you.

“How do you maim someone a little?” The violence should be off putting, the temper and the outbursts. Half the time she found it amusing, the other half it was hot. Somewhere along the line she wasn’t even remotely worried it would ever be directed at her, even with him finding out a witch bound his power.

It was far too introspective for this late at night.



His interest was clearly hooked with her description of this Jason Bourne. “Sounds like a decent guy,” Ronan insisted - making a note to try and search for it on the TV at some point. Maybe. He tried not to get sucked into too much television as a general rule. He’d rather be outside or doing something with his hands. Grave digging kept him busy, and furthermore there wasn’t anyone to bother him.

As far as jobs went he didn’t mind it.

Ronan randomly pressed a number on the microwave and hoped for the best. At least with hanging out in the kitchenette, he’d be able to smell if the meal was burning this time. Y’know, before the flames started.

At her question he moved to stand in front of her, even with Natya sitting on the counter he still stood a couple inches above her. Leaning forward, he rested his hands somewhat innocently on her thighs. “With panache,” he told her with a mischievous smirk. Ronan, of course, didn’t even suffer a bruise from the fight. Since finding Maggie his abilities were stronger and his luck having returned almost.

“I could teach you sometime?” Ronan offered jokingly. There wasn’t really anything to teach. That and he didn’t really worry about her safety or ability to defend herself. Not because he didn’t care. But because he knew better than to assume she was helpless simply because he hadn’t witnessed her full witchy powers.



A glance at the display told her that he wasn’t about to almost burn down the kitchen, again, so Natya just left it. She’d figure out if the Bourne movies were on Netflix later, since she highly doubted he’d sit still long enough to read the novels, no point in buying those when he probably wouldn’t bother.

Her bare feet hooked around his calves, brushing up as she leaned forwards just a little, not shifting his hands from her legs but appreciating the corded strength in his legs still. “Isn’t everything with panache with you?” It was lightly teasing, a small mock, because he was dramatic. Sometimes it was like a temper tantrum, but she was aware that he mostly just got in people’s faces for the fun of it.

Standing at barely five-foot-four, Natya wasn’t imposing at all. She was all angles and bones too, petite in the most literal sense of it. Sure, she could probably brawl if she needed to, but why would she need to? Raising an eyebrow, with a smirk pulling at the corner of her lip, Natya raised a hand to Ronan’s shoulder, flicking a finger to pull a towel across the room to thwap the back of his head.

“I only get physical with people I like.” Sure, it wasn’t like she could move a lot with her telekinesis, but it was usually enough to freak anyone and let her cast an enchantment.



“Christ,” he hissed under his breath as her cold feet touched his bare skin. “Gotta keep things interesting,” Ronan insisted finally, fully aware that -at times- he could be a bit extra.

The towel hitting the back of his head caused his shoulders to hunch up lightly and blink, notably taken off guard by the little trick. Ronan narrowed his eyes and tightened his jaw, trying to look intimidating though there wasn’t any true malice for her behind it. “Tryin’ to pick a fight are ya?” he countered, his hands moving to just above the bend in her knees to squeeze lightly - enough to make her practically bounce off the counter by reflex alone.

With a pleased grin, he pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to her forehead. Two months ago his challenge would have resulted in him manhandling her and tossing her onto the bed.

There was a time where he snubbed his nose at witches. And honestly were it not for the free drinks and sex, Ronan probably would have still held such prejudices for the general populace but Natya had softened him up enough that he didn’t completely shut others out. And now he was practically living with a witch - falling into habits, growing attached to more than just the sway of her hips.



It certainly wasn’t what Natya had expected from things; a few tumbles in the sheets, an ally if needed, some comedy here and there. Getting to the point where she stocked up on supplies for Ronan as much as for herself hadn’t exactly been the plan in the least. But she didn’t hate it.

The laugh that was almost knocked out of her when he grabbed at her knees, her heels kicking a little at Ronan’s legs as she jumped a little and used his chest to brace, “Knock it off, before I brain myself.” The brief and soft affections were somewhat new, and still not bad.

She was aware that somewhere along the line ‘fuck buddy’ had slid towards ‘boyfriend’ and she had neither paid attention nor had she stopped it from happening. “Maybe we can fight later, when we have the energy to spare.” Without clothes. It was easier to throw in some innuendo than address the smooshy moments and feelings.



Were he to actually be confronted with even the notion of feelings, Ronan would have abrasively denied them. Depending on who they came from and how seemingly damning the accusations were to his ego. In truth, the last relationship he had was with the Unseelie Fae he had fallen for and almost started a war over. The only difference now was that Natya wasn’t arranged to be married to another. There was still an unspoken amount of danger in it for her, though - which Ronan also chose to blatantly ignore simply for the fact that he would raise every layer of Hell upon anyone who tried to bring harm to the witch.

It was a startling, sober thought, that caused him to back the fuck out of his own mind. Luckily enough, the microwave beeped steadily as it stopped.

His eyebrows shot up in a somewhat-jokingly offended manner. “Maybe,” he repeated in a mocking tone. Ronan reached for her legs to unhook them from his body and stepped to the side to get his food out. “Maybe I’ll use all your gel stuff to make a foamy sculpture on the shower wall tomorrow,” the towering Fae said under his breath with a shrug as he leaned back against the counter next to her, plucking the extra fork and jabbing it into his meal like a child who’d just had his favorite toy revoked or had run out of time for video games.



It was shockingly domestic. Or at least what Natya assumed domestic was meant to look like at least, which did mostly come from television shows, sure, but that was what those people had experienced too, she was sure. Given how often she’d moved around, and how disposable partners were to her mother, Natya hadn’t really seen a nuclear family anywhere but on television.

Even just consuming micromeals at ass o’clock in the morning felt okay.

“Maybe I’ll start watering down your drinks.” The tease was somewhat diminished by the grin on Natya’s face, still amused at the way Ronan reacted to her non-threats. “Or actually making you pay for them?” Idle threats, again, but still humorous to her.



A couple months ago their “normal” looked much different. More screaming, more sweat, and way more nudity. But he’d be lying if this didn’t seem suddenly normal to him, as well. A different sort of intimacy, some might call it.

“You do either of those things and I’ll go and sell all your fuckin’ jewelry and little fancy fuckin’ pebbles you got lyin’ around,” he said around a mouthful of food, waving his fork at her. Crystals. He meant the crystals - but to him they were basically just fancy rocks. He would do such a thing, too. Not to her, mostly likely, but anyone else he would pawn that shit off in a heartbeat for drinking money.



Natya didn’t stifle the snort, Ronan’s threat of selling her stuff sort of falling flat given how long he’d been here and how often he could’ve done exactly that. Not that her stuff was terribly expensive in the long run, but she wasn’t bringing that up.

“Consider me suitable chided.” She rolled her eyes at him, leaning sideways to open a cabinet to pull out a bottle of soda, because alcohol right now would probably put her to sleep, and it was all the way on the other side of the kitchen. “Honestly I’d hate to see the idiot who watered down your drink.” It was basically sacrilege, and the idiot who did try would likely be murdered on the spot.

“Then I really would need to hide you from the sheriff.”



Ronan quickly ate a few more bites while she got a soda for herself. Freeing up a hand, he took the bottle from her only to pop the cap off on the edge of the counter - handing it back. He would have stolen a sip but soda was disgusting unless it was 2% in alcohol.

“Been doing good with that actually,” he told her around another bite of food, his fork less accusing but still waggled in the air in her direction. “Havin’ Maggie around is like being my old self again,” Ronan insisted, his tone becoming a little more upbeat. The blonde witch just had to stay in town and basically follow him wherever he wanted to go and things would be fine. Least that’s what he told himself. “Now it’s a lot easier to avoid the cops when I’m not getting my jacket stuck in a car door, or falling in a fucking manhole.” True stories, both instances.

“Plus I can do this now,” the Fae said, motioning to his very normal looking face. His hair had a tinge more red hue to it, but it’d still be hours before his glamour fully wore off. Practically done with his meal, he used the moment of distraction to steal a bite of hers.



It was fairly clear that Ronan had calmed slightly since they’d first met and he’d been aggressive about literally everything -being cut off from your magic would be a decent reason for that, Natya knew she’d be a grump if she hadn’t had access to hers. Even if he was still headstrong and reckless at times, case in point, glamouring himself so that he could elude the cops.

Taking some soda, since he’d so kindly opened it for her, Natya actually paid attention to how things were going with the whole ‘bound magic’ thing. She didn’t know Maggie that well, other than through the witch community and seeing her at Temptation, but she had a feeling that with Ronan calming his shit a bit, she’d be far more receptive to what he needed to be able to gain some of his power.

“Some glamouring and not falling in open manholes are definitely moving in a good direction.” Which undoubtedly was a bonus. Finishing her dinner, Natya slid the dish to the sink with the cutlery, resting her hands on the edge of the counter while she watched Ronan.

“I kinda like this look.” She considered his face, the more subdued hue of his hair, the beard looking a bit more tidy, the vibe of above average guy, rather than built like a brick giant. “I mean, obviously I rather enjoy the other look too, but this one… I dig it.”



He stayed quiet, on purpose, as she commented about the glamour. Were he even younger and relatively new to the Mortal realm he might’ve taken more offense to it, but he still relatively looked like himself. Another forkful and he was done, reaching over with ease to set his dish on top of Natya’s.

“You like ‘em plain and boring, huh?” he asked teasingly with his best American sounding accent and a face that displayed his exaggerated disapproval and judgement. One hand hooked under one of her knees while the other wrapped around her waist - scooping her up off the counter to straddle his hips.

Ronan walked over to the couch with her instead of the bedroom, and eased down to sit. “Should I start drinking light beers and fall asleep right after sex?” the Fae joked with a snorting laughter. He still fell asleep, but only after a few rounds between the sheets.



By this point it was second nature to trust in Ronan’s strength to keep her up. Figuring it out the first time, that she didn’t need to struggle to brace herself, hold on too hard, because he could quite easily support her entire weight was pretty damn hot, it still got her a little steamy knowing that she could just clench her knees on his hips and drape her arms over his shoulders and trust that he wouldn’t drop her.

“Even if you were entirely human, I doubt you’d be boring.” Her fingers toyed at the back of his hair, feeling the different between the wild red of his own hair and the controlled style of this auburn. It wasn’t even that drastic a change, she could still make out a lot of the similar features, he just looked less like he could literally kill a man with one punch.

“Although, maybe a little boring now and then would keep things interesting.” It was hardly like it would be boring, Natya knew there wasn’t a chance that he’d adopt a full time human variation, even if he didn’t think it was laughable. But she settled happily in his lap, knees digging into the cushions on either side of his thighs while she sat back a little, braced on Ronan’s knees, inspecting the human-esque physique. “Besides, you still have a gym bod, that’s hardly bud-lite and chill.” The tank top might be a little different from usual, but it wasn’t hiding anything either. “But does this mean you don’t have your usual stamina?”



“I’d probably fucking feel bored,” he replied - realizing that punches would feel different, he’d get tired a lot more, he’d need to eat differently and actually work out more regularly. “Should see me in my true form,” Ronan told her, waggling his eyebrows at her even though in his Fae form he basically looked like a glorified tree.

His hands held her waist briefly as she settled before running down the length of her thighs and resting. Nat’s question warranted a curiously quirked brow in her direction. The answer was yes, of course, he was still built and still a Fae - but he managed to keep from smirking enough to play the oblivious card. “Not fuckin’ sure,” he insisted. “Think we’ll have to test it out..” he trailed off, his gaze flickering down over the petite curves of her body appreciatively.

“Oh that’s right…” he drawled quietly, his hands stopping as they had begun moving up her legs. “Maybe.” Ronan reminded her, removing his hands from her legs and holding them up in the air - a mischievous glint in his eyes that made it obvious he wasn’t truly salty about the statement just minutes ago. Okay, maybe a little, but he was mostly teasing.



Given his in-between form, the one she was most used to, she could imagine that the Fae form, fully Fae, was breathtakingly intimidating. Natya could wait for that to be an option, really, especially since he looked so damn smug.

The teasing about her earlier comment, about maybe. Like it was every a maybe.

Pushing up on her knees, dragging her nails down from Ronan’s shoulders over his chest, she leaned in to whisper against his ear, “You know, I don’t really need you to participate,” although she made a point in pressing close, grinding down against his lap just to make the point before she gave his earlobe a quick nip and pushed to her feet. “If you’re feeling too tired, and boring, I can amuse myself.”

She’d place money on him following her to the bedroom as she sauntered away. Because whatever tangled up feelings she might be having, it wasn’t like she had any doubts when it came to their bedroom activities.

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The silence is so loud the lights spark and flicker

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Aug. 14th, 2020 at 8:26 PM

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MIKLÓS VALKO + ZELDA BLAKE + ISTVAN BLAKE
broken boy seeks out best cousin for help & normalcy
August 14th | Blake Home | PG15
potential warnings for ritual sacrifice, blood magic & magic addiction
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Taking off wasn't uncharacteristic. Miklós didn't exactly feel the need to inform anyone of where he'd gone, how long it would be for, how to reach him. He had a month when no one would expect him at work, the one thing that László actually arranged without prompting each year.

The shakes were slowly ebbing off, walking from the motel to the address he had helped clear some of his head at least. The tremors in his fingers made it near impossible to do much more than input the address into his phone for directions. He was aware that calling ahead would've been smarter, actually making sure that Zee was home, would expect him. Who just showed up on the doorstep of a powerful witch? Family or not.

It wasn't like he'd thought things through; one of his problems, one of many problems, lack of forethought, he should work on it, wasn't sure if it would be his downfall or not. Felt too much like forethought to ponder that one really. It was just instinct though. Once the rush died down, when the images he still couldn't piece together settled into something of a story that they weren't maddeningly vague, he just knew he needed to leave.

There was blood on his shirt cuff, even with him changing from what he'd wore, the wound opening again. Still had blood under his fingernails, vampires were ridiculously bloody, but it was something he'd gotten used to -which was terrible, really, twenty years of murdering a species shouldn't make you use to anything.

He knew better than to do anything but walk up to Zelda's door and knock. No point in seeing if her husbands wards would let him through or knock him into last week. And he'd prefer not to go through that again.
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Aug. 13th, 2020


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Sentimental Cars

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Aug. 13th, 2020 at 2:28 PM

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ARCHER WYATT + ADDISON GOODBLOOD
"CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE DIDN'T YA?"
AUGUST 11TH - MORNING | ATTICUS AUTO | PG BECAUSE PURE
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SOS VRP NOW

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Aug. 13th, 2020 at 1:50 PM

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ALLEGRA HANLON + DALLAS REID
"ARREST THAT LADDER!"
AUGUST 8TH - EARLY AFTERNOON | VINYL RESTING PLACE | PG-13
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Aug. 11th, 2020


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Aug. 11th, 2020 at 7:55 PM

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SILAS MORETTI
dispatching of a compromised Ordo informant
August 11th, late evening | random NPC home | None; NPC death assumed
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The order had been urgently clear, surprisingly — deal with the sudden compromise of an Ordo informant in town as soon as possible. Given that most instructions given out by Aleister Crowley were incredibly cryptic, to say the very least, it had Silas wondering if things were happening behind the scenes that they weren’t aware of. An unfurling of sorts, within their own secret society brought upon by the nexus at Seven Devils.

Given his past, it was hard to keep his thoughts from automatically reverting to the subject of treachery. While his own treacherous actions against the Church had caught up with him at one point and he was willing to face the consequences; Silas would much rather the swift, merciful execution of the Church, opposed to the torturous punishments Ordo implied. If there was even a chance of someone divulging the movements and intent of Ordo under Crowley’s nose, Silas held no sympathies for the unimaginable danger they unwittingly put themselves in.

Which made the mission at hand easier. Not that Silas was a prisoner of guilt, or hesitation for that matter. If anything, he was practically an agent of mercy, given the situation. The man was a simple informant, a dime a dozen really - if you looked in the right places. But he was Crowley's informant and linked heavily to the occult circles in the area.

Once the front door was ajar, Silas slipped inside and quickly disabeled the alarm system just inside the foyer — holding three specific buttons with gloved fingers in order to do a hard reset on the device. Only then was he able to shut it off and avoid alerting the security company and inevitable police department. By making the target think his home had lost power at some point in the night, he was less likely to suspect a deadly assassin waiting for him. Silas’ eyes adjusted well enough to the dark as he moved further into the home, confident and quiet with his footsteps.

Ample cover wasn’t really something he usually worried about; as there were always demons employed with OTO that easily took the fall for their crimes and vacated their human hosts once caught or in turn, wreaked havoc from within the prison systems, corrupting souls. And as far as leaving behind DNA evidence went, the Order provided the services of a reliable Cleaner — which Silas had every intention of calling once the job was done.

His decision to keep the details of his assignment from Parker, and Stella, were for his apprentice’s and co-workers own protections. It was something that Parker also practiced, for the same reasons. The less they knew about their individual side-assignments, the less they could reveal either voluntarily or by force, should either be captured. They were both heavily trained, but nothing was impossible. Instead, they collaborated when they needed to — but ultimately were in Seven Devils to infiltrate the local coven. And find Excalibur.

Short sword tucked into his belt and hidden under his coat, Silas stopped abruptly as the smell of food hit his nostrils - just as he reached the end of the foyer, in view of the kitchen.

The target had been standing at his stove on his phone while his food simmered. At first he didn’t notice Silas standing there; it required a second or so for the calm motion from his peripherals to register. "Hey," the man said quietly after turning to look at him, taking the moment to collect himself before throwing the hot frying pan he'd been preparing his dinner in, at Silas. The pan was barely dodged, sizzling as it flew passed him and hit the back of the door with force. The food in it splattering everywhere. Not only did Silas need to mind projectiles, but he could already feel the effects of a hex bag on him - the uncomfortable pressure in his chest growing as he got closer to the target.

Silas smirked through the discomfort at the challenge before him; this was a man who likely knew the reason he was here. It meant he could skip all that villainous monologue and explaining and get to asking questions - make all the hard work actually worth it. Honestly, it didn't completely matter if Silas got the target’s local contacts or not. His only objective was to kill the informant. The acquisition of sources would simply be a bonus — and no doubt make his and Parker's life substantially easier. He just needed to subdue the other man, and the hex bag, first.
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OPEN LOG

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Aug. 11th, 2020 at 2:56 PM

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MICHAEL & [OPEN]
The archangel Michael rolls into town
Nothing screams not subtle like a flaming sword.
AUGUST | THE LOOKOUT | N/A
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Aug. 7th, 2020


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Aug. 7th, 2020 at 1:10 AM

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Remington Hilts + Rex Hilts
the officer's diet: coffee and donuts
AUGUST | SHERIFF'S OFFICE | PG-13
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Whatever exorcism had been performed on Remington during the pour painting seemed to have worked; her spirits were the highest they've been in a long time, and she wasn't hitting the bottle before noon. Hopefully, she wouldn't go spiraling down into another manic episode and exposing that she hadn't been going to her therapy sessions like she said she was.

Kicking the door open to the station, she had her hands full with two of the largest to-go cups she could find filled to the brim with coffee; one how her brother preferred to take his and hers with hazelnut creamer.

"Don't be alarmed, it's just me," she called out as she made her way to her office, not wanting to have a gun shoved in her face for making a commotion since she had her hands full. "Thought you could use some bean juice," she said as she handed one of the cups towards Rex. "Hopefully that's yours, I think this is the one I've been sipping on."

Now that they were adults it was weird to share drinks and cooties, so she wanted to make sure she handed him the correct drink. "Also thought you could use some company." She plopped herself down in a chair before taking a long drink from her cup, a happy sigh coming from her as the warmth spread through her. The truth was, she didn't like being alone even with how much she bitched about how annoying he was.

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Aug. 5th, 2020


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Aug. 5th, 2020 at 9:52 PM

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DYSON MARTIN + EVELYN RHODES
their dinner date out of town
Sunday August 2nd | Italian restaurant out of town | TBD
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As they enjoyed their meal, the wait staff kept their distance to give them as much undisturbed privacy as possible. Dyson had been nervous at first, for good reason - Evelyn looked beautiful and this was, undeniably, a date. One that he still couldn't quite believe was happening or that she'd given him the time of day in the first place. But eventually, at some point, he'd get over it all and just embrace it. Probably with another glass or two of wine.

While he was able to get a handle on himself and managed not to say anything either too incriminating or ridiculous, he had resorted to darkly amusing tales from his youth. Well, from the last hundred years or so. He was particularly fond of one story about a new surgeon who, while performing a minor biopsy surgery, had been all fumbling hands and knocked over the bucket of formalin - and accidentally sliced open the patient's arm while bending down to try and save the bucket.

All while Dyson had been standing by.

"It was incredibly embarrassing, he stood up covered in blood," Dyson said, all with an amused grin. "He only noticed after his nurse screamed."

Working in the medical field tended to obscure your sense of humor — working in pathology and having familiarity with the operating room? Even more so. Thankfully everyone had made it out alive and with all their limbs in tact.

"I think he started a family practice after that," the Autumn Fae added before realizing the entire time he'd been folding the corner of his napkin back and back and back.. until it was half folded on the table beside his plate. "Nerves can be a terrible thing."

Which was incredibly true and perhaps too on the nose as he quickly took another drink of his wine.

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Aug. 2nd, 2020


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The New Normal

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Aug. 2nd, 2020 at 10:13 AM

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8.2.20 — 7:00 pm
Finley Quinlan + Stephen Jackson
The Lookout
Time to investigate her new home... starting with the bars
PG | OPEN TO MULTIPLES
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Let's admire the pattern forming

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Aug. 2nd, 2020 at 7:55 AM

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DANCE, PUPPET, DANCE
CASTOR CORTEZ + LIAM ROE
A demon gets a visit from an exorcist.
8.2.20 | ST. AUGUSTINE HOSPITAL | PG-13 (LANGUAGE/MILD SELF ABUSE)
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Aug. 1st, 2020


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Reunited

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Aug. 1st, 2020 at 4:50 PM

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8.1.20 — 8:00 am
Castor Cortez + Katerina Aine
St. Augustine Hospital
Castor Cortez is alive
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