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TONY: We’re gonna need more nachos. And can you get litter too?

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i’m moving!

i decided that the sideblog was annoying me. so i’m moving to my main page.

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i’m not dropping any threads. just moving them to a different home. it’s still umc until i bring all my codes over :)

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i’m moving!

i decided that the sideblog was annoying me. so i’m moving to my main page.

literaryfranknsteinhq!

i’m not dropping any threads. just moving them to a different home. it’s still umc until i bring all my codes over :)

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i’m moving!

i decided that the sideblog was annoying me. so i’m moving to my main page.

literaryfranknsteinhq!

i’m not dropping any threads. just moving them to a different home. it’s still umc until i bring all my codes over :)

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Maybe only cats can become ghost. That’s why ghosts just knock over stuff and make noises at night.

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The Fenway, Boston, Massachusetts, 2018.

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A crooked smile continued to hang onto the demons lips, eyes looking wilder than what typical day to day tasks would ask for. They always held this otherworldly look about them, but the fever of the moment had clearly struck him and his sapphire hues tuned to pierce their way through their chained assailant. It was such a thrill and the feelings that boiled within Sidney had only added to Osian’s current state. 

He gave the merman a few moments alone in the hall while Osian bore into the accused that lay begging for mercy on the floor. Their may have been a strong blocking spell within the individuals mind, but nothing could completely outmatch the Prince. 

Emerging from the persecution, blood slightly crusted on his fingertips, he pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and licked his lips. “Not much longer, tricky blockage on this one. Can’t quite tell if that means they know something important or just want to occupy us,” the demon shoved the bloody cloth back into his pocket and motioned his hand for a smoke.

Sidney exhaled down, his face softened from his quick rage. “He’s must know something. You cannot be that close to Asmodai and not have a clue where the portal is.” His voice rang with his sing-sing accent down the barracks. It echoed back in the same melodic tone. 

He looked down the hall, taking a long drag. Blood was on his shoes + and smoke filled his nostrils. The havman turned his head back to them, “it’s a stalling tactic.” His eyes narrowed, and bore into the wall ahead. “We need to be able to get him to pay out game. Make him uncomfortable...” A thought swam through his thoughts.

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“Um…” Donna checked over the calendar and her work load. There was nothing Josh needed her for around lunch-time (and since he had lunch plans himself she didn’t have to worry about him working through and not eating) and she’d have to take a break at some point anyway.

“Yeah, that sounds great, Tony. Let me know when you’re headed back this way. But for now, definitely go because an angry Toby is bad news for everyone.”

Tony gave a dry smiled. “I think I can hear his shouts heralding from across the west wing. “I’ll be back, hopefully in one piece.” Tony smiled + hurried across the hall to his office. He quickly put down his bag + began the communication daily briefing with the staff. 

By noon, he was on his way back from the OEOB, crossing the street with haste. The spring heat started to settle over the city, making the phantom swamp mugginess + stifling heat not far away. He pulled out his phone + sent over a quick email to Donna.         To: Donna Moss        From: Tony Santos       Subj: None On way back to WW. Cooper’s sounds good?

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Lockers slammed violently around them, flooded by giggles and loud chatting. This was the third practice this season and Juliet was really kicking herself for taking the time off on the couch watching history channel reruns. She spied her best friend in the corner, tossing on a fresh shirt and made her way over, “I think adding the ‘sip when the narrator says extraterrestrial or otherworldly’ rule was the final straw. My head still hurts worse than Caroline’s lower back strike.”

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Willa tightened her purple sparkle laces on her skates. “I can’t believe you made it to the end.” She laughed, got up and rolled over to Juliet. “It was a two-hour special. I had to call it at about an hour-fifteen.”

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“And what part of don’t come back because I don’t want to be involved with what you do was unclear?” She arched an eyebrow. Despite the slight annoyance it caused her, she did plan on helping him. “Do you at least know what curse they used?”

Sidney stood outside her threshold his hands in his jean jacket pockets. “I only ask because I need your help.” He pulls out his pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket.  "I’m willing to compensate for time and materials.” He lit the end + took a deep inhale.

As for her question about the curse, he had no clue what it actually was. For as far as he knows, him + Fenyus are the only merfolk that were cursed with this. “Know anything about sigils?” 

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goddesses: peitho

peitho was the goddess or personified spirit of persuasion, seduction, and charming speech. she was a handmaiden and herald of the goddess aphrodite.

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