#Clarissa Parker

[faydingrain]

Hallow

Rattling brought the candles to a tremble, then rocked the entire room. A few of the alumni gasped as they peered around frantically.

Holding himself together, John tapped on Cherry’s shoulder. “Hey. Could you, uh, hold onto this for me?”

“Huh, why?”

He presented a small slip of paper with writing foreign to them both. “I, uh…I’m afraid of tearing it. My hands are shaking. See?”

“Oh, I do see!” She firmly held the paper in her fingers. “Okay! I’ll be really careful with it! Promise!”

“Thanks. And…I forgot. What was your name again? I'm John Isaac De Cartes.”

“Nice to meet you! I’m Cherry! Cherry Price!”

“Nice to meet you too.”

Cedric quickly lifted his candle and released a puff, casting the claustrophobic room in darkness. Then, he laced a beaded necklace around his hands and began chanting a different string of words—a language that only Hestia (and to some degree, Lilith and Maggie) was familiar with.

The very ground itself felt as though it was rumbling. Banging upon the paper walls erupted from every angle, nearly drowning out the voice of the witch heading them all. Candles began toppling, sending the alumni to cling onto one another for balance and comfort as the sudden chill of the room crawled up their spines.

Cedric’s voice grew louder. Combatting it again was the sound of paper tearing as decayed fingers mercilessly clawed through. The moans of vengeful dead poured through the fresh tears.

As they were warned prior to the evening, the group all held onto their screams for dear life.

“Those are the last humans!” Eulalia cried behind the bloodthirsty horde. “Stop them and bring them to the plaza!”

Cedric’s face tightened as his chant sped up. Without breaking the circle, Clarissa jumped up and clasped a hand over Alina’s mouth as an arm burst through the wall and grasped for her. Decayed, blood-shot eyes peaked through the holes as more fingers scratched and shredded the thin paper barrier.

Eulalia emitted a pained growl. “Enough! Silence the witch!”

The smell of decay and stray flame permeated the freezing air. The assault on the walls didn’t cease in the slightest, but grew even more desperate behind Cedric. Sweat beaded on his face.

Without a word, Lilith signaled to Maggie, and they both placed a hand over his ears.

“Stop!” Eulalia commanded in a strained scream. “Stop this at once!”

Rising his words above the commotion, Cedric then raised the necklace above his head. A hidden blade slipped out of the handle on the end, and he pierced the ground before him.

Agonized roars deafened their senses. One by one, the beads exploded around the necklace until only the thread and dagger were left behind.

One last phrase came from under his breath.

Then, silence.

…

Only the distant destruction of the city surrounded them now.

As those holding their breath steadied their hearts, the witch released his grip on the knife and collapsed.

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[nerds-yearbook]

Rapier along with Clarissa were introduced in Peter Parker the Spectacular Spider-Man Annual 2# with a cover date of August, 1980. Rapier and Clarissa were created by Ralph Macchio and Jim Mooney. ("Vengence Is Mine -- Sayeth the Sword", Peter Parker the Spectacular Spider-Man Annual 2#, Marvel Comic Event)

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[welcometopulpland]

Samba Family is a very funny, long running Hong Kong manhua franchise about a rather cheeky family, created and produced by HK-based manhua maker Keung Chi Kit for Co-Co, the Cantonese equivalent of Shogakukan's Weekly Shonen Sunday. Dad behaves like a mix of Tarzan and Lee Falk's the Phantom, Mum's as stylish as Maureen O'Sullivan's portrayal of Jane Parker, the older son's a male equivalent of Clarissa from Clarissa Explains it All and Samba swings through trees like Tarzan's sidekick Boy himself. It's a bizarre but worthwhile read which frankly deserves some Anglophone attention as time goes by.

[lostrnkets]

he chuckled softly, realizing that it would in fact be odd if she had entirely messed up the planning considering she was hired for the job after all. in reality though, he knew that weak compliment was an excuse to speak to her. "oh, thank you. i was rather nervous to give the speech honestly. i've never really been one for crowds of people despite that i knew nearly everyone there but still." he kept his voice somewhat soft. "i wrote it up a few weeks ago. if i would tried to wing that it would have ended terribly."

clarissa's smile made it's way onto her face at his compliment and she offered him a small nod, "thank you." wedding planning truly was her passion and something she'd wanted to do since she was a little girl. "i'm glad they are. you know, it's kind of my job to make their dreams come true. i liked that speech of yours. it was sweet." she complimented and took a small sip of the water she held in her hand. "was it something you've been thinking about or was it an on the spot kind of thing?"

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[lemissingmask]

[ID: Partially coloured sketch of part of an old building, with an old wooden door and low wall showing, and some red flowers on the left side of the image. The low wall has a crudely drawn block image of a wolf with a bushy tail and fangs and breathing fire. End ID]

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Day 19: Taken for granted

The Leverage crew take for granted the story of someone who flees into the brewpub for protection, and suffer the consequences.

Ficlet below the cut, which hopefully explains the obscure art.

-

It had been a mistake, a stupid failure in their personal security, and one that Hardison would never forgive himself for if they failed to get Eliot back.

Checking out the clients, verifying their stories and their backgrounds, that was his job. He was the only one with the skills to do it.

And he did. He usually always did.

But this time, he had not.

At least not until it was too late.

He took for granted that the terrified woman who had fled into the brewpub to hide from her two pursuers was legit. Hell, there had been two suits - former marines according to some distinctive feature Eliot picked out - lurking outside the building waiting for her.

Eliot had dealt with the muscle without the least difficulty, and then they had all listened to her story.

She told the leverage crew that she had been on her way to meet with her lawyer, who was helping her take down her former boss for money laundering, when she found the two men to be following her.

She gave them a background on her boss, how she found out about the criminal activity, and how since then she had been fired, harassed and had her car broken into.

So they took her on as a client, and Eliot drove her to a safehouse while Parker and Hardison got started on the case.

They had only just finished and wrapped up their last one, they were all on the tired side, but they could hardly do nothing when this woman needed help.

Except she didn’t.

The boss existed but she had never worked for him. He ran the company she claimed to have been employed by, but neither the financial situation of the company nor the boss was good enough to imply any sort of money laundering activity. What’s more, there was no digital trail to suggest any payments from that boss or anyone or anything linked to him to imply that he had hired professional muscle.

It wasn’t definitive, but something didn’t feel right, so then, and only then, Hardison got around to looking into their client.

Her background looked believable on the surface but one layer down it fell apart.

Profiles on social media built within the last month and backdated to make them seem older, no digital trail for her existence. No bank accounts, no SSN, no credit history.

And then facial recognition said her name was not Lucy, but Mary. And Sophia. And Clarissa, Diana, Francesca…

“She’s a grifter?!” Parker looked up at the screens where Hardison had the salient information projected, “Why? What does she want?”

“Maybe she heard of us and is auditioning?” Hardison suggested, not believing that idea for a second, “Eliot, you catch that?”

Silence over the comms.

Hardison pulled up their comm feeds. Working fine, Eliot’s was still on, sending system updates and pings.

“Eliot?” Parker asked, her comm showing the sound waves.

Eliot’s remained nothing more than base level of noise.

“Where is he?”

Hardison accessed the gps, “Safe house.”

Parker frowned, “Eliot! You copy us?”

“Maybe he and Lucy or whatever her name is are…”

“No,” Parker glared at the fake IDs on the screen, “Eliot wouldn’t do that. He still gets angry with himself for taking his comms out once before.”

More than once, to Hardison’s count, but it was true, not since the incident with the music producer and Nate having no backup.

She gave those IDs one more, lingering glare, and straightened, “I’ll drive.”

For once Hardison didn’t object. If something was wrong, even just potentially wrong, they needed to get to that safehouse and to Eliot as fast as they could, which meant Parker driving Lucille..

Hardison kept his laptop open in the passenger seat, checking the gps signal and keeping up attempts to reach Eliot by phone or comms. He and laptop only slammed into the window about four or five times in fifteen minute drive, which was pretty good he thought.

Not that there was time to feel proud.

Eliot’s Challenger was in the drive out front, parked normally. Nothing odd or hurried or wrong there.

Inside the house itself things were similarly apparently fine.

Alarms correctly disabled, mechanical locks unbroken, no sign of a struggle. In fact nothing out of place other than the two cups of coffee unfinished on the kitchen counter, and beside one of them Eliot’s phone and earbud, both in tact and still switched on. Alongside them lay the necklace Eliot almost never removed.

Hardison slipped that into his pocket and picked up the phone.

“I’m gonna search the house.”

Hardison turned quickly from the counter to Parker, putting the phone back down and immediately abandoning his plans to check through it, “Not alone you’re not.”

Whoever got the jump on Eliot - something nearly impossible on its own - could still be there, not expecting them to realise the grift so quickly, or maybe waiting for them in a trap that this could very easily be.

The house was empty and undisturbed. No trap but also no Eliot.

-

Traffic cams. Find the cars that could have left that area in the window between them arriving and their last contact with Eliot. Trace each identified car through the network of cameras, run each plate, look for something that seemed to be a lead.

Parker was still driving Lucille as Hardison initiated this search.

On top of Eliot going missing, someone luring him from the brewpub meant it was burned.  Someone who had bad intentions for at least one of them now knew their base of operations.  Before they could do anything further, they needed to head back and get everything essential or sensitive and get it into Lucille.  They’d have to go on the road for a while, move to one of the safe houses, and operate from there until they had a handle on this fresh disaster.

They could do that while Hardison’s codes ran, scouring traffic cams and DVLA databases and cross-referencing with everyone - all the aliases of those people - who had ever or might ever have a grudge against Leverage.

Luckily, they did have a clear protocol for moments like this, and they had a specific plan for the brewpub, which served as a place of employment for a few dozen people as well as their base.

They dealt with the Leverage part of things - data, files, emergency funds, possessions of personal value - then told the employees to take two weeks paid leave starting when the last customers there already had gone.  After two weeks, they would evaluate the safety of keeping the pub open, or even of returning to Portland, but whatever they did, the staff would not be collateral damage.

By the time the two of them had finished these tasks and returned to Lucille, Parker starting back out in the direction of the safe house where Eliot had been lost, Hardison’s codes had produced some usable data, and even more usable intelligence.

The data, lists of car registrations and their owners, was essentially useless, until cross-referenced against aliases they knew, which picked out one belonging to their recent grifter.  Tracking that car through the cameras led to either an airfield or an industrial complex.

Hardison immediately started looking into who owned or rented property at the industrial site, and what flights had left the airfield within the window of Eliot’s disappearance.

There was a Dean Chesney who rented a warehouse in the industrial area, but obviously not the same Dean Chesney they had wrangled with since that guy had been dead some years now.  There was a supervisor elsewhere in the district whose surname was Doyle, who couldn’t be utterly discounted as a relative of the Doyle who they had conned, but even if it was the same person, luring and kidnapping the hitter was not his style.

The airfield showed one flight landing, two leaving, in the time window they had approximated.  The departures were, respectively, to Malta and Cyprus.

Hardison’s hope dwindled as he looked at the names of the people who owned the planes and their known associates, not a single one coming up as any likely enemy of them or of Eliot specifically.

But then he looked at the photo IDs.

And, now it all made horrifying, sickening sense.

“Damien Moreau?!” Parker was pacing back and forth in front of the comparatively small screen in their safehouse, “He escaped San Lorenzo and we didn’t know about it?!”

Hardison shook his head, looking from her back to his screen, “I’m contacting Eliot’s friend there now.  If he knew, he would have told Eliot.”

“And Eliot would have told us,” Parker paused for a moment, pursing her lips, then resumed the pacing, “We need to warn Nate and Sophie.  If Moreau wants revenge…”

“I’ll send an encrypted message, tell they to lay low, be cautious, but,” he looked back up, “If I tell them it’s Moreau and he’s taken Eliot…”

“They’ll want to get involved.”

They lapsed into silence, Hardison working on both the lines of contact, Parker pacing in her anxiety and frustration.

Moreau had to want revenge.  It made sense.  They had ruined him, got him locked up in some hole of a prison, and put him on the most-wanted list for some of the most powerful governments.

So, at least he probably wasn’t going to just kill Eliot…they had time to rescue him…

“What do we know about this alias?” Parker asked, appearing over his shoulder just as the messages both disappeared to their destined inboxes.

Hardison pulled up the information he had obtained but thus far only glanced briefly at, “Not much.  The digital trail only goes back about a year, but it starts, pretty much, with one very big payment into a bank based in Bermuda from a…”

He dug a bit deeper into the source of the money, a company that didn’t really exist in any proper sense, set up just to make that payment, and set up by one of the very powerful billionaires who Moreau had once worked with.

Maybe he blackmailed his way out and back into a fortune.

“Looks like from someone he used to do business with,” Hardison shrugged, “He also paid a large part of it straight back out to a law firm, with another two payments over the following year.”

“So he got himself a lawyer?” Parker frowned, “A lawyer good enough to get him released from San Lorenzo under a new name and with a lovely big cheque waiting for him on the other side?”

“Maybe,” Hardison carried on searching, an activity fairly routine for him by now, “We gotta figure out where he took Eliot.”

“And how to get Eliot back.  Moreau’s security is going to be tight, even if he’s lost most of his money and influence…the flight went to Cyprus, right?”

“Yeah,” Hardison was about to continue his answer when he saw an email from General Flores, which he quickly read before related to Parker, “Flores knew nothing about Moreau’s release.  None of the government did…it was done on the whisper.  And I mean, the serious whisper…someone with a lot of money or power had to have orchestrated it…”

“And we can dig into that later,” Parker said firmly, “First we have to get Eliot back.”

Hardison couldn’t agree more, “Two tickets to Cyprus, coming right up.”

-

Cyprus.  Over twenty hours total of travelling, only about five of which allowed any sort of digital investigation into where Moreau was, what his security was like, and who had managed to get him released without anyone knowing.  They had enough information for Parker to be rotating possible plans in her mind during the flight, much of which was spent looking absently out the window at the wing of the plane, and during which neither of them slept at all.

It was impossible not to think about what Moreau would do to Eliot, and the myriad dark thoughts that crossed Hardison’s mind made him really wished he had watched fewer horror films.

The guy had earned his reputation among the criminal community.  He was ruthless and people did not cross him.  Until Leverage had, and now they were paying for it.

By the time they reached Cyprus, they had three likely locations where Eliot would have been taken, approximate security profiles for two of them, and maybe half a formed Plan A for getting their hitter back.

This had become three complete security profiles and a hierarchy of probabilities for the locations, as well as vague Plans A-S (skipping M), by the time they reached the town in Pafos where Moreau had at least one property.

It was early morning when they reached the town, the old streets nearly devoid of human life, making the slow approach towards Moreau’s property feel almost dreamlike as the small rental car moved through the pale, thin light.  They expected to see some sort of security outside the building, but as they approached closer on foot, they saw nothing.  Some lights on inside, but no people or movement other than the gentle rustling of the oleander plants scattered around the exterior.

It was quiet, peaceful, calm.

Hardison jumped, almost screamed, at the suddenly hard nudge Parker gave him.  But he managed to keep quiet, and turned, seeing where she was pointing.

On a low wall at the far side of the building from them, in thick, black paint, there was a sort of stick-figure wolf with a bushy tail and that seemed to be breathing fire. The paint had dripped in places, and in others, over the pale bricks, it seemed to have either faded or deeper into the porous rock. Not enough to obscure the image, however.

“Eliot signal?” Parker mouthed, hope blossoming in her eyes.

Hardison swallowed.

Maybe.

Moreau wouldn’t know anything about that, and it couldn’t possibly be a coincidence.

“Stay here,” Parker whispered into his ear, and began to make her way towards the signal, but Hardison quickly caught her arm and pointed to a camera camouflaged with the building's wall.

"Can you disable them?"

"I'm working on it..." he carried out the same procedure he had thousands of times before, assessing the cameras, working out if and how to get into them - loop the feed. Just needed to record a few seconds. Enough for Parker to get past unseen. There were five exterior cameras...except they were all showing static on his phone screen, already disabled. The same for the interior cameras.

"Someone beat us to it," Hardison looked back at Parker nervously. It had to have been Eliot, and that was a good thing, but then why did he feel so uneasy.

"I'm going," she whispered, "Stay here."

Cameras were out, but there might still be patrols, people inside, even though it was still very early and hopefully they were asleep.

Hardison watched Parker until she disappeared around the corner of the building, and he was left alone to wait in that eerily peaceful silence. He kept his phone out, watching the camera feeds and looking into what he could access of other systems inside.

The feeds never deviated from the static, and there didn't seem to be anything else with an operating system inside to attack, other than a few smartphones. But Moreau hadn't exactly been a high-tech bad guy. More of an old-school, send goons in the night to assassinate his enemies bad guy.

Hardison grimaced at that thought.

Eliot had once been one of those goons.

“Hardison!”

The hissed name over comms nearly made him jump, breaking his train of thought.

“I’ve found Eliot,” Parker whispered, “He’s unconscious and he's not waking up. His leg's shot and his feet are all messed up, and he…he looks really bad...should I taser him?”

"What?!"

"To wake him up!"

"No, Parker. Don't taser him," Hardison replied very extra care to be very clear, then added, “You see any guards anywhere?”

“No. You're clear. It's totally quiet. Just stay low and avoid the windows."

Hardison took a deep breath and followed Parker’s path along the side of the building, round the corner, and into a yard that overlooked the ocean.

The two were a lot closer than Hardison expected, in a small half-covered alcove at the back of the yard.

Eliot was sitting up, leaning back against the stone wall with Parker beside him. His left leg was bloody, a tourniquet tied not far above his knee, and the soles of his bare feet were, as Parker had said, pretty messed up. Bloody and red and bruised. His right hand, unmoving on his lap, was obviously broken, and two bands of deep bruising crossed his exposed torso, stark against his too pale skin.

Matching bruises over his arms and wrists suggested some sort of restraint strong enough to have bruised the skin. Maybe fractured the bone beneath. Maybe internal injuries…

Hardison swallowed back his nausea, burying the worst case scenarios running through his brain.

Eliot had escaped far enough to get here and to leave them a signal, so he had to be okay-ish. Nothing acutely urgent...maybe it was blood loss or dehydration or hypothermia...he did look very pale and his lips maybe a touch blue. Moreau probably hadn't been exactly generous with food or drink, so it might be something as simple as that.

“Okay,” Hardison took a slow, steadying breath as he felt Eliot's thready pulse, “Parker, go ahead and let me know if anyone’s in the windows. I’ll carry him. We get him to the car, get some supplies, and get outta here.”

She nodded and hopped to her feet, running ahead. Hardison carefully slipped his arms under Eliot and stood, gritting his teeth as his legs and back protested him standing with the added weight.

The first few metres were fine, but with all the stopping and starting while Parker checked the way was clear, Hardison’s legs and arms were burning by the time he reached the car. He didn’t have time to deal with it though. They needed to get the hell out of here.

With minimal discussion, they arranged themselves so Parker drove and Hardison sat up across the back seats, Eliot propped up against him, hopefully absorbing some of his body heat. As much as Parker driving was not the best thing for someone with severe injuries, this was the way it had to be for when they stopped at a pharmacy.

It was still too early for anything to be open, so Hardison disabled the alarm and camera remotely, while Parker broke into the first pharmacy they found with no one nearby.

“Grab sterile gauze, bandages, disinfectant, painkillers…electrolyte replenishing stuff…if they’ve got one an emergency blanket.”

“The shiny one?”

“Yeah.”

“Got it.”

A few minutes later she reappeared, a lollipop in her mouth, and shoved the supplies into the car, ripping open the blanket and tossing it at Hardison while he rearmed the alarm and cameras to hide the break in as much as possible.

They really needed to not leave any sort of trail behind them.

While Parker kept driving, heading towards the next district, Hardison wrapped the blanket over Eliot. He should try to make him drink something, but doing that while he was unconscious would probably just make him choke.

Just as Hardison was mentally running through all the first aid Eliot had taught them, he felt the man in his arms shift slightly.

Then he fell motionless again.

Hardison squeezed him very lightly, "El? Eliot?"

Eliot moved again, making a soft, almost pained, sound.

"Parker! Parker, pull over."

She did with a little more abruptness than Hardison had hoped for, but then he had sounded pretty urgent. Urgent enough that she looked outright terrified when she opened the door to the back seats.

But then she broke into a smile.

"Eliot!"

"Hey," he rasped, voice heavy and rough.

Parker hopped into the back with them as Eliot tried to sit up, helping him to shift to rest against the back of a seat rather than Hardison. Able to see him better now, Eliot looked just as awful as back at Moreau's place. Maybe a bit more colour to his cheeks, but that was it.

"You okay, man?"

Eliot glared tiredly. He never liked that question.

"You were very unconscious."

"Drugged," he replied, and now his groggy state made more sense, "Moreau was gettin' ready to transport me somewhere else. Got out before it took effect."

Got out, but not fully away.

He must have had just enough time to escape before whatever sedative or paralytic or cocktail it was got to him. Enough time to escape and leave a signal for them to find.

"Here," Hardison twisted the top off a bottle of isotonic flavoured water from the pharmacy and passed it over, "You got it?"

This last as Eliot's hand shook when he took the bottle. But the hitter just nodded tiredly and drank steadily. Three long gulps, and he passed it back.

"Thanks."

"We liked the Eliot signal," Parker smiled up from her new position sitting comfortably in the footwell where no adult human should be able to sit comfortably.

"How'd you know we'd be there?" Hardison asked, "I mean, what if someone else found your graffiti or it washed away?"

"Moreau was keepin' tabs on you. Heard 'im say somethin' 'bout a plane arrivin' from Oregon. Figured you'd find the place soon enough."

"Speaking of, we should probably get going before Moreau comes after us..."

"Moreau ain't gonna be a problem anymore."

They both looked sharply at him. And then looked away, Hardison first, then Parker, realising the blunder in their evident alarm.

Eliot hadn't missed their reactions, but he spoke on as if he had been entirely unaware, "Should call cops an' get 'em to that place.”

“Do you think his men will try to follow us?” Parker asked.

Eliot began to reply, but he broke off. He shut his eyes, jaw clenching, and took an unsteady breath. Whatever Moreau had drugged him with was strong.

“Don’ know. Maybe. They might try to score an easy bounty or somethin’,” he paused again, and Hardison could see him shaking slightly under the blanket, “With cops on ‘em they’ll hafta lay low. Less likely to chase us.”

Hardison nodded, watching as Eliot continued to struggle against some pain or exhaustion or whatever it was, "Yeah. Yeah, I'll get on that now. Cops to Moreau's place...but we should get going. Stop at a hotel...you look pretty bad, El."

Eliot half-glared, half-frowned, caught between confusion and irritation, like he was attempting his usual grumpy but the lingering effects of the drug were getting in the way.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Eliot did, really, look damn awful, it would have been adorable. Hardison almost smiled as he turned his focus to his phone to make the call.

As Parker drove, Hardison kept a close eye on Eliot, who slowly drank his way through the electrolyte drink. More than twice, he seemed to almost slip back into unconsciousness or sleep, but he was obviously trying to fight it.

Hardison had got pretty good at knowing when Eliot wanted to talk, when he wanted just to listen, and when he wanted only silence. Now he wanted silence, and Hardison and Parker gave it to him.

Twenty minute to drive to the nearest fancy hotel, where Parker helped Eliot sneak in while Hardison checked him and Parker in under their aliases.

Then over an hour while Eliot cleaned and patched up his injuries, Parker and Hardison helping where he couldn’t manage with his left hand alone or when his strength started to slip.

They had to help with the extraction of a bullet from his shin, which was particularly gory and made Hardison very glad of Parker’s dexterity and not being bothered by blood, with getting some splinters of wood out of the cuts on his feet. Cleaned up, those didn’t look as bad as before. There were numerous narrow gashes and a lot of bruising, but nothing was too deep. It still looked horrible and was probably really painful. But it wasn’t damage to the extent Hardison had feared.

But by the end of their makeshift medical activities, and after a bath during which Eliot submitted to allowing them both to help, their hitter looked more like himself again. Worn out and subdued in the way he usually was after especially rough fights or bad injuries, but no worse than they had seen him before.

And he was behaving more like himself too, with the effects of the drug wearing off. It did away with the unease that Eliot's remark about Moreau had set upon them. Even after all this time, Hardison could never fully reconcile the Eliot he knew with the Eliot who killed people, and that moment had been the closest the two had ever come to meeting.

But now, their Eliot sat on the plush couch of their hotel suite, bandaged feet resting on a cushion on the coffee table, with Parker pressed close on one side, munching on a sweet pastry she had stolen from the hotel restaurant. Hardison was a little way off, making use of the small desk to work on bolstering their cover.

He had just posted a couple of photos to the social media of his alias to help their covers.

“Parker and I are here on holiday," he said, finishing a Tweet and looking up, "Eliot I’ve got you an alias set up for when we head back. How long do you need before you fly?”

“Couple of days.”

“We should stay at least a week to keep our covers good,” Parker pointed out, “A few days vacation is gonna look odd.”

“Two weeks?” Hardison suggested, “That’ll give me time to start sorting out a new base.”

Eliot frowned, “New base?”

“Portland’s blown. Moreau knew where to find us. No way to tell who else might know.”

The hitter looked away, letting out a frustrated breath.

“What we gonna do with the brewpub?”

“I’ll sell it. Make sure the employees are kept on or get compensation…we still need to move some things, clear out, but…”

“Can we set up our new base in Pennsylvania?” Parker interrupted excitedly.

Hardison frowned, and Eliot supplied the answer, “It’s the state that produces the most chocolate.”

“I was thinking Florida.”

Parker pouted, “Doesn’t Florida pollen make you cry?”

“Yeah man,” Eliot smiled teasingly, reassuringly like himself, “Can’t have you cryin’ your way through our jobs.”

Hardison rolled his eyes and moved over to join them, bringing his laptop and prepared to launch into the inevitably long debate over where they should move next. They had two weeks here, so they had time to discuss it in depth. Maybe enough time to go see some sights, do some touristy things, or just binge watch some classic TV and movies in the hotel.

-

[faydingrain]

Lilith Nightingale

A steady breath gradually silenced Clovis’s flame.

All around him, eyes darted to the scars on his lips, then back to meet his gaze. “Holy shit…I had no idea…” John managed to say.

“Dude, what the hell?” Clarissa added. “Who would do something like that?”

The blonde gave a forlorn shrug. “No idea.”

“That’s why you—” Maggie, hand hovering above her mouth, spoke.

“Yeah.”

Clarissa continued. “We legit thought your dad did that, or something. That’s why we didn’t know how to…”

He gave a sardonic chuckle. “Wouldn’t be too far-fetched.”

Opening his eyes, Cedric joined them. “I’ve never heard about this witch. Did she tell you her name?”

“No. At least, not that I remember.”

“When we’re finished here, I’m going to give you my personal contact information. If you find that portal again, notify me immediately and I’ll seal it off.”

“...Alright.”

“I hope you’ve been taking the medication I recommended.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Good. Let me know if something comes up, in regards to them.”

Clovis nodded. “I will.”

“Then, if that is the extent of your story, let us continue for now.”

He repeated the gesture.

“Lilith?”

“Hm? My turn already?” She smiled.

“Yes.”

“Alright! I’ve got a good one!”

***

It was Sophomore year for teenage Lilith. She managed to get into Reverie with her best friend of 6 years, and they were both lovin’ life together. They had the stereotypically perfect high school balance of gossip, popularity, boys, and drama. (And the occasional Featherfall weirdness, of course.) RVS was their own little eutopia.

But what makes a eutopia better than sparkling, fine jewelry?

The time was during 3rd period, and they were playing hooky to check out the fair across town before anyone else, or at least, anyone else who wasn’t also ditching. That’s not where this tale really begins though. Rather, it was after they left the lovely fair.

Giggling furiously at their successful and entertaining pursuits, they ducked into the surrounding forest to avoid being spotted. Shortly after, a strange man in a hood appeared before them. “Hello. I appear to be lost. Can you show me the direction to the fair? I have a booth to set up.”

They pointed him that way.

“Thank you.” He took a few steps, then paused again. “I’m sorry. I’m a bit uncertain about setting up my stall. Will you take a look at my wares and determine if they’re adequate enough for the setting?”

The girls traded glances and shrugged. They assured him he’d fit in no matter what, but he insisted they take a look because he was so anxious, so they finally agreed.

“Thank you.” He opened his coat and removed one ornate box from it. His withered fingers carefully flipped the latches, then pulled back the lid to reveal a small assortment of jewelry with flawless, vibrant gemstones.

Enamored, the two girls reassured him that he’d be a great fit, if not standing out too much for such beautiful products.

He chuckled. “I appreciate your kindness. I feel much more at ease now.” A pause. “As thanks for assisting me, would you girls like one of these fine pieces? You can both take one each.”

They mutually went through internal turmoil. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea if they looked at the big picture here, but those gems were so, so tempting. What a prize to take home and brag to their fellow students about. For free!

But still…this business deal was no less shady.

Lilith shook her head first, declining the offer.

“Please, I insist. It’s the least I can do.”

She declined again.

Her friend, however, looked at her with eyes bedazzled. They bickered for a moment before her back turned in victory, brimming with excitement while showering the man in questions. He explained that these were no simple jewels—they were powerful charms, capable of fulfilling your wildest dreams.

After ignoring Lilith’s “uptight” complaints and receiving an explanation of each one, she chose a cute necklace with a carved pink heart.

“The charm for love,” the man explained in his raspy voice. “Bearing this charm is akin to being struck with the arrow of Cupid himself.” When quizzed, he responded, “This is sure to make you much more charming in the eyes of those you desire.”

And with that, the transaction was completed.

Sure enough, Lilith’s friend became the talk of the entire school. She probably ended up dating every guy in it within the span of a month. She was on a complete boy-crazy high and loving every second of it.

However, that high eventually became a low. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been with everyone that could be been with, including a large chunk of the female student body to satisfy the craving, but that well, too, dried up soon enough.

As she was venting her sorrows to Lilith on a walk, they spotted that strange hooded man again. The friend buzzed over and flooded him with more questions, almost begging for him to promise that this low feeling was temporary and the charm would work again soon.

He appeared to sympathize with her plight. “It sounds like you’re missing the joy you once received from the charm. Happiness is what you require.” She agreed, and he felt around his robe pockets until he pulled a bracelet with a bright yellow gem on it. “I apologize for the ill effects of my charm. Perhaps I can make it up to you with this?”

Uncertainty passed between the girls.

“This will return the happiness you appear to have lost. However, you should remove the necklace I gifted you first before wearing this one. It’s likely set in its effect already, and having both active energies could disrupt one or the other,” he explained.

After some thought, she removed the necklace, placing it in her pocket when he declined to have it returned, then accepted the new piece of jewelry.

Like magic, it worked. Lilith had never seen her friend enjoy her life this much, and she began shying away from romance entirely in favour of her hobbies, and then some. She was brimming with joy across a trail of broken sweethearts.

But that, too, corrupted into something more. She took on activities more and more dangerous for the sake of the adrenaline rush, as far as standing on the railroad tracks until the last moment and jumping off the school rooftop with a shoddy parachute.

Despite the concern for her safety, Lilith was no adrenaline rush. Thus, her concerns were ignored.

Until the friend could no longer derive a rush from her activities, and she sought the hooded man again.

“It sounds like you’ve become too happy. Balance is essential. Perhaps…sadness.” He procured a matching pair of blue, teardrop earrings. “Do not wear these for too long, else you may fall into great despair.”

Pocketing the bracelet, she accepted.

With this new gift, the friend quickly reverted into a sobbing mess. The man had informed her that perhaps she would come to regret the people she’d hurt under the influence of the other charms, but that rapidly descended into simply craving pity from those around her. Before she knew it, she cried herself through 3 weeks and could no longer sate her own sadness.

Thus, she sought out the hooded man again.

This time, he gave a ring, with the stone a mingling blend of red and green. And as before, she accepted.

Now, the friend flew into wild fits of jealousy and rage. She screamed at those who abandoned her during her sorrow, despite being the source that drove them away. She demanded reparations for what she was put through, whether that was through physical objects or shattering emotional connections between others.

It wasn’t long before she broke out into physical altercations with other students, whether her spontaneous enemies were capable of defending themselves or not. And after she ended up sending someone to the hospital, Lilith had to practically drag her back to the hooded man so this could be undone.

But that only resulted in another piece of jewelry.

Now, you’ve probably heard a tale similar to this before. It continues just as you expect, as the girl amalgamated more and more charms that activated extreme mood swings and destroyed her social life.

It’s the ending you may or may not anticipate.

This event was done while Lilith was away, spending time with friends telling her to not let that girl be such a burden on her. Her mistakes weren’t Lilith’s responsibility, after all.

But upon returning to her dorm, the teenager found a letter on the carpet. It was scrawled in multiple styles of handwriting, expressing how the friend was beginning to burn out of her own swings, and was beginning to yearn for balance again. No matter if she wore the charms in a cycle or left the charms off entirely, she felt fractured and empty inside. She just wanted to return to normal again.

So, she did it. Against her better judgement, she wore every piece of jewelry at once in desperation to return to her original state. As a result, she was overcome with incredible emotions, sending her on high after high after high as her brain switched between all the different charms taking effect.

It was amazing—it was maddening. Removing them all sent her spiraling into such a stark low that she threw them back on again to prevent it, triggering that vortex of raw, unfiltered emotion again.

Upon reading a few sentences to the end, Lilith dropped the parchment and bolted outside. She frantically searched up and down the campus, but there was no sign of her friend anywhere.

Eventually though, she realized that the friend would likely not have gone anywhere her mental chaos could be witnessed en masse.

Treading past the lake and following the river as a compass, she dropped to her knees upon the sight of her friend floating lifeless in the water.

On her body: no beautiful gemstone accessories to be found.

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

[alliluyevas]

for my beloved followers interested in mormon polygamy name discourse, i have compiled and presented a list of the children of four different 19th century mormon polygamist men, ranging from 30 to 66 children. I included middle names when I could find them and the children are listed in chronological order of their birth.

Brigham Young:

Elizabeth, Vilate, Joseph Angell, Brigham Jr., Mary Ann, Emma Alice, Luna Caroline, John Willard, Brigham Heber, Edward Partridge, Oscar Brigham, Hyrum, Joseph, Moroni, Mary Eliza, Ella Elizabeth, Alva, Alma, Fanny Decker, Emily Augusta, Marinda Hyde, Clarissa Maria, Jeanette Richards, Zina Presendia, Evelyn Louisa, Hyrum Smith, Caroline Partridge, Ernest Irving, Nabby Howe, Willard, Eudora Lovina, Mahonri Moriancumer, Emmeline Amanda, Shamira, Alfales, Brigham Morris, Phoebe Louisa, Jedediah Grant, Arta DeChrista, Joseph Don Carlos, Louisa Wells, Susa Amelia, Lorenzo Dow, Miriam, Albert Jeddie, Feramorz Little, Alonzo, Josephine, Clarissa Hamilton, Charlotte Tallula, Ruth, Phineas Howe, Lura, Daniel Wells, Rhoda Mabel, Adella, and Fanny van Cott

Heber Kimball: 

Judith Marvin, William Henry, Helen Mar, Roswell Heber, Heber Parley, David Patten, Adelbert, Charles Spaulding, Henry, Brigham Willard, Sarah Helen, David, Margaret Jane, Abraham Alonzo, Isaac, Solomon Farnham, Samuel Chase, David Orson, Prescinda Celestia, Murray Gould, David Heber, Joseph Smith, Augusta, Cornelia Christine, John Heber, William Gheen, Susannah, Samuel Heber, Joseph Smith, Harriet, Newel Whitney, Willard Heber, Jacob Reese, Jonathan Golden, Horace Heber, Rosalia, Albert Heber, Lydia Holmes, Jedediah Heber, Hyrum Heber, Enoch Heber, Peter, Daniel Heber, Ann Spaulding, Sarah Maria, Jeremiah Heber, Mary Melvina, Andrew, Alice Ann, Eliza, James Heber, Joshua Heber, Washington, Mary Margaret, Moroni Heber, Sarah Gheen, Joshua Heber, Eugene, Wilford Alfonzo, Franklin Heber, Lorenzo Heber, Abbie Sarah

Joseph F. Smith:

Mercy Josephine, Sarah Ellen, Mary Sophronia, Leonora, Hyrum Mack, Donette, Joseph Richards, Alvin Fielding, Heber John, Joseph Fielding Jr., Alfred Jason, Rhoda Ann, David Asael, Edna Melissa, Minerva, Albert Jesse, George Carlos, Alice, Robert, Julina Clarissa, Willard Richards, Elias Wesley, John Schwartz, Franklin Richards, Emma, Emily Jane, Lucy Mack, Calvin Schwartz, Zina, Rachael, Jeanetta, Samuel Schwartz, Andrew Kimball, Ruth, Edith Eleanor, James Schwartz, Jesse Kimball, Asenath, Martha, Agnes, Silas Schwartz, Fielding Kimball, and Royal Grant

Parley Pratt:

Parley Parker Jr., Nathan, Olivia Thankful, Susan, Moroni Llewellyn, Alma, Helaman, Nephi, Julia Houston, Belinda Marden, Cornelia, Agatha, Abinadi, Lucy, Ether, Mormon, Mosiah, Malona, Lehi Lee, Henriette, Marian, Omner, Teancum, Mary Wood, Moroni Walker, Phoebe Soper, Isabella Eleanor, Sarah Elizabeth, Evelyn, Mathoni

also who had the best name taste and who had the worst

[reachartwork]

City Councilman Jamal Davis and Clarissa "Clara" Parker, the two civilian members of the Delaware Valley Defenders.

[idontknowanametouse]

Ordem Paranormal/paranormal order queer headcanons

Alexsander Kothé: gay (canon), namora Daniel, ele/dele | dating Daniel, he/him

Arthur Cervero: pansexual (canon), trans, namora Dante, ele/dele | dating Dante, he/him

Balu/Antônio Pontevedra: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Beatrice Portinari: trans, bissexual, poliamorosa, namora Erin e Tristan, ela/dela | trans, bisexual, polyamorous, dating Erin and Tristan, she/her

Carina Leone: demigirl, lésbica, tem crush na Artemis, ela/blue/cute/fashion/elae | demigirl, lesbian, has a crush on Artemis, she/blue/cute/fashion/ey

Cristopher Cohen: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Daniel Hartmann: gay, trans, ele/dele | he/him

Dante: não-binárie, birromântique, assexual, elu/delu | nonbinary, biromantic, asexual, they/them

Elizabeth Webber: bissexual (canon), trans, noiva do Thiago, ela/dela | bisexual (canon), trans, engaged to Thiago, she/her

Erin Parker: pansexual (canon), poliamorosa, paragirl transfeminina, namora Beatrice e Joui, ela/elu/cabum | pansexual (canon), polyamorous, transfem paragirl, dating Beatrice and Joui, she/they/kaboom

Fernando Carvalho: gay (canon), casado com Luciano (canon), trans, ele/dele | gay (canon), married to Luciano (canon), trans, he/him

Joui Jouki: trans, birromântico, graysexual, namora Erin e Kaiser, ele/dele | trans, birromantic, graysexual, dating Erin and Kaiser, he/him

Kaiser: garoto não binário transmasculino, gay, assexual, elu/ele | nonbinary boy, transmasc, gay, asexual, they/he

Luciano Carvalho: gay (canon), trans, he/him | ele/dele

Rubens Naluti: trans, aroace, num QPR com Johnny, ele/elu/ile | in a QPR with Johnny, he/they/it

Thiago Fritz: trans, ele/dele | he/him

Artemis Deordelin Rodrigues: trans, lésbica, tem crush na Carina, ela/dela | trans, lesbian, has a crush on Carina, she/her

Gal: agênero polissexual, todo pronome | agender, polysexual, all pronouns

Agatha Volkomenn: garota intersexo, pangênero, lésbica, tem crush na Eduarda, todo pronome exceto ele/dele | intersex girl, pangender, lesbian, has a crush on Eduarda, all pronouns except for he/him

Tristan Monteiro: trans, bissexual, ele/dele | trans, bisexual, he/him

Clarissa Leão: lésbica poliamorosa, ela/dela | polyamorous lesbian, she/her

Samuel Norte: trans, aroace, ele/dele | he/him

Mia: lésbica aroace, ela/dela | aroace lesbian, she/her

Senhor Veríssimo: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Eduarda Flom: lésbica, ela/dela | lesbian, she/her

Cassiano Menta: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Hugo Longo: aroace, não-binário, ele/elu | aroace, nonbinary, he/they

Amelie Florence: garota intersexo, pansexual (canon), ela/dela | intersex girl, pansexual (canon), she/her

Olivier Florence: trans, gay, namora Milo, ele/dele | dating Milo, he/him

Bárbara Lima: sáfica, assexual, tem crush na Amelie, ela/dela | sapphic, asexual, has a crush on Amelie, she/her

Milo Castello: gay, assexual, ele/dele | gay, asexual, he/him

Wanderley Nascimento: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Xande/Alexandre: pansexual, não-binário, poliamorosa, namora Guizo e Dara, todo pronome | pansexual, nonbinary, polyamorous, dating Guizo and Dara, all pronouns

Dara Alice Venturini: birromântica, heterossexual, poliamorosa, namora Guizo e Xande, trans, ela/dela | biromantic, heterosexual, polyamorous, dating Guizo and Xande, trans, she/her

Francisco Albuquerque: queer, ele/elu | he/they

Guilherme Santos/Guizo: polissexual poliamoroso, ele/eli | polysexual, polyamorous, he/it

Lírio Tellini: não-rotulado, ele/dele | non-labeled, he/him

Morato: gay, ele/dele | he/him

Kenan Thomas: bissexual poliamoroso, namora Mariana e Miguel, ele/dele | bisexual polyamorous, dating Mariana and Miguel, he/him

Mariana Larona: bissexual poliamorosa, namora Kenan e Miguel, ela/dela | bisexual polyamorous, dating Kenan and Miguel, she/her

Miguel Cariad: bissexual poliamoroso, ele/dele | bisexual polyamorous, he/him

[leaderofthetransfembobagenda]

Die drei Fragezeichen Ship Wettbewerb.

Ship Poll Brackets fürs Tumblr Die drei Fragezeichen Fandom

Erstmal der Überblick. Das ganze ist in drei Unterkategorien eingeteilt.

1. Ships mit zwei Charakteren

2. Ships mit drei Charakteren

3. Ships mit vier Charakteren

Die Ships sind sowohl im romantischen, queerplatonischen als auch im sexuellen interpretier bar. Also was auch immer ihr lieber mögt.

Die Ships sind sowohl bekannte beliebte als auch unbekannte und welche die allein in meinem Kopf existieren, die ich aber persönlich interessant finde und vielleicht stimmen mir ja ein paar hier zu. (Vielleicht ist das ganze auch nur ein schamloses Ships in die Welt setzen, bei denen ich mir nicht sicher bin ob ich jemals dazu etwas kreieren werde. Ein paar waren auch nur dazu da die Ship Menge zu erreichen, dass es sich gut aufteilen lässt, aber sind mir dann auch spannend als Konzept vorgekommen. Fragt mich nicht wie ich’s zu 48 Ship Paaren geschafft habe.)

Ich würde mit den zwei Personen Ships anfangen. Ich habe versucht die Ships möglichst nach Beliebtheit gegenüber zu stellen, damit es relativ fair wird. Seite 1 und Seite 2 werden parallel laufen. Nach dem die 2 Charaktere Ships durch sind, kommen die 3 Charaktere Ships. Und zu letzt die 4 Charaktere Ships. Sowohl 3 als auch 4 Charaktere wird sehr viel kürzer sein.

Die Liste hier ist:

Seite 1:

Skinny/Peter

Peter/Bob

Skinny/Bob

Skinny/Justus

Skinny/Dylan

Skinny/Cotta

Peter/Justus

Peter/Kelly

Justus/Bob

Justus/Lys

Bob/Liz

Bob/Vikram

Justus/Vikram

Justus/Gus

Gus/Vikram

Gus/Peter

Justus/Dylan

Dylan/Peter

Allie/Lys

Allie/Liz

TJ/Justus

TJ/Skinny

Ty Cassey/Skinny

Ty Cassey/Dylan

Goodween/Hugenay

Grey/Hugenay

Jackall Madsen/Justus

Justus/Finnley

Dylan/Bob

Bob/Jeffrey

Justus/Jeffrey

Peter/Jeffrey

Peter/Finnley

Dylan/Finnley

Kelly/Lys

Kelly/Liz

Justus/Allie

Justus/Jelena

Jelena/Allie

Bob/Jelena

Cotta/Huygenay

Reynolds/Huygenay

Hugenay/Mathilda Jonas

Hugenay/Cathrine Jonas

Hugenay/Julius Jonas

Julius Jonas/Cathrine Jonas

Patrick O‘Ryan/Ty Cassey

Kenneth O’Ryan/Ty Cassey

Seite 2:

Jelena/Peter

Peter/Allie

Allie/Bob

Bob/Kelly

Goodween/Cotta

Cotta/Hugenay

Kelly/Justus

Lys/Olivia Parker

Olivia Parker/Liz

Lesley/Liz

Lesley/Kelly

Lesley/Lys

Allie/Kelly

Liz/Lys

Lesley/Bob

Lesley/Justus

Lesley/Peter

Justus/Olivia Parker

Bob/Olivia Parker

Peter/Olivia Parker

TJ/Peter

TJ/Bob

Yan/Skinny

Lys/Skinny

Mary (Bobs Cousine)/Justus

Mary (Bobs Cousine)/Peter

Finnley/Jeffrey

Dylan/Jeffrey

Clarissa Franklin/Hugenay

Justus/Finnley

Clarissa Franklin/Grey

Grey/Hugenay

Grey/Palmer

Palmer/Reynolds

Titus/Mathilda

Mike/Skinny

Dylan/Mike

Dylan/Cotta

Cotta/Grey

Reynolds/Cotta

Hugenay/Palmer

Hugenay/Titus Jonas

Patrick O’Ryan/Dylan

Kenneth O’Ryan/Dylan

Mercury/Peter

Mercury/Bob

Mercury/Skinny

Mercury/Jelena

[venomizedstar]

Since I started by explaining more general things, now I'm going to explain the Paranormal Order and the teams! Maybe a little bit of the characters

So, Ordem Paranormal means Paranormal Order, but the official name inside the lore is Ordo Realitas and its a big and secret organization with headquarters in Brazil.

The agents are divided in teams and usually they are always together to fight the paranormal.

Equipe Aniquiladores: The oldest team! The members include Senhor Veríssimo (a NPC, the Order leader), Aaron (NPC, a mysterious sniper), Balu (Played by Calango, funny guy), Arnaldo Fritz (sometimes a npc, sometimes played by Rakin, a famous actor), Chizue Akechi (a NPC, uses Katanas) and some other unknow people, now inactive;

Equipe Veterana de Varredura: Balu, Arnaldo Fritz, Johnny Tabasco (played by Alanzoka, really impulsive) and Luciano Carvalho (played by LJoga, a former military), now inactive;

Equipe Brasa: Erin Parker (played by Kalera, heavy inspired by Jinx from League of Legends), Fernando Carvalho (also played by LJoga, Luciano's husband), Luciano Carvalho and Tristan Monteiro (NPC, funny flirty guy), now inactive;

Equipe Iniciante de Varredura: The first team to be presented in the series! Its members are Alexsander Kothe (played by LJoga, a history teacher), Daniel Hartmann (played by Luba, a writer), Elizabeth Webber (played by Bagi, a medical doctor and forensic scientist) and Thiago Fritz (played by Rakin, Arnaldo's son), now inactive;

Equipe Veterana: Arnaldo Fritz, Chizue Akechi, Cristopher Cohen (played by LJoga), Francisca Parker (NPC, Erin's grandmother) and Senhor Veríssimo, now inactive;

Equipe E: Second season team! Arthur Cervero (played by Guaxinim, handsome and cute guy), Cesar Oliveira Cohen (Played by Calango, nerd and Cristopher's son), Elizabeth Webber, Joui Jouki (played by Luba, gymnast), Thiago Fritz, now inactive;

Equipe Kelvin: Kenan Thomas (played by Leo Santi), Mariana Carona (played by Bagi), Miguel Cariad (initially played by Calango, later he became a NPC), now inactive;

Equipe D: Third season team! Arthur Cervero, Beatrice Portinari (played by Triz Pariz, has a cool bird), Dante (played by Rakin, an ocultist), Elizabeth Webber, Erin Parker, Fernando Carvalho, Joui Jouki, Kaiser (Cesar Oliveira after some traumas), Luciano Carvalho, Orpheu (the cool bird!) and Tristan Monteiro, now inactive;

Dragões Metálicos: A metal band inspired by Metallica, they're all NPCs! Kurt Hemmis, Leandro Hans, Marcos Front and Roberto Lutrijo, now inactive;

Equipe Espiãs: Team inspired by Totally Spies, they're all NPCs! Alexia Grifo, Clarissa Leão and Samantha Hale, now inactive;

Dupla Johnny e Rubens: Johnny Tabasco and Rubens Naluti (played by Felps, a silly little guy), now inactive;

Equipe Abutres: Balu, Arthur Cervero, Carina Leone (played by Bagi, italian mafia girl), Dante, Joui Jouki and Rubens Naluti, still active;

Equipe Delta: NPC only team: Jiro Yukami, Naomi Akechi and Olivia Lefleur, still active;

Dupla Cavalcante e Wanderley: Cavalcante Bueno (a NPC) and Wanderley Nascimento (played by Rakin)

And also theres teams from another countries or without any contact with the Order:

Hell Hunters: Ex members from SWAT, their headquarters are in Texas, United States, all the members are NPCs. Arnold Strolley, Chloe Grey, Jason Bloom, Karen Brown, Miguel Hernandez, Roy Stevens, Ryder States, Stella Green and Troy Walker;

Obscurité: A french team of anarchists who lives in Paris' Catacombs, almost all of them are NPCs. Bernadette Leroy, Cartier Dubois, Delano Martin, Désirée Menet, Dominic Sy Pierre (played by Abelha), Emmanuelle Adrien, Lorraine Orleans, Marc Menet, Margot Renaud, Maxime Auclair, Oriel Renaud and Yuki Saito (played by Kalera);

Família Leone: Italian mafia, almost all NPCs. Alfredo Leone, Alonzo Leone, Ângela Leone, Antonella Leone, Brando Leone, Carla Leone, Carina Leone, Chiara Leone, Dario Leone, Enzo Leone, Fabrizio Leone, Giuseppe Leone, Lorenzo Leone, Marco Leone, Patrizia Leone and Roberta Leone;

Os Cinco: Team kinda based on Scooby-Doo and in sci-fi 90' movies. Xande (played by Guaxinim, impulsive and cool guy), Dara Venturini (played by Carol, team's support), Chico (played by LJoga), Guizo (played by Felps), Lírio Tellini (played by Gary, he's THE WALL), Morato Vertaler (NPC) and Voytek Nowak (NPC).

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