#Xandrix

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Blog 3

Charles Xandrix Magallona

12-E ABM

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Wassup I'm leo/Xandrix and I'm trans and... bi? Idk I may be gay but I'm a faggot never the less. Also I bite people who piss me off or that I'm close to🚶‍♂️,and I'm a dumbass. Did I mention I bite people?😀 anyways bye bitches<3

[bryanxandrix-blog]

"Feeder" See more photos featuring my lil' cousin on my IG: @xandrixism 📷. 😋

[herebemecomic]

Titans

*Xandrix emerges from a portal into the realm of damnation* Xandrix: Sigh it's been such a busy day. Releasing Mayim from this prison. Checking up on all my babies, and now I have to watch over.... *Xandrix stares horrifid at the empty ruptured cage in front of her* Xandrix: NO! T-this can't be. Titans! Guardians of the trials show yourselves! *Two of the closed trial portals open and from one bursts forth an ever changing mass, all space around the entitiy bends and warps. From the second door no physical being emerges but plants suddenly grow, then age, die, and repeat as if stuck in time* Xandrix: Space!! Where is he!? Space: He is within space, not within his containment but within space never the less. I do not feel him in this realm. Xandrix: Time, when is he? Time: Of the past he is here in physical form, from the future I see nothing an empty void once full. Of the present...he is still here. Xandrix: T-that doesn't make any sense he clearly isn't here or we would see him! ???: *echoing from all around* Is that so my dear? I must say to confuse these dopes of yours I really had to think...outside the box. Xandrix: Where are you? ???: I am everywhere and no where. The only way to confuse your titans was to exist and not exist within a singular time line. Xandrix: You may have tricked them but I will not allow you to escape from this realm! ???: *A dark heavy laugh fills the room* You mean to keep me here when you don't even have your full strength. You could barely bring yourself here much less drag me back to my cage. I'd love to stay and chat but there is someone I have been...Dying to meet... Xandrix: *With sudden realization* You leave her alone! I maybe weak now but I will not let you harm her. ???: How valiant of you. However I think it's time the world knew. There has been peace for far too long. It's time for the world to know...Fear. *Menacing laughing echos before a large gash appears in the sky, on the other side is a cave entrance.* ???: I'll be sure to give the brat your reguards before I make her mine. Tata my love. *The gash collapses as suddenly as it had appeared. * Xandrix: You bastard. Damn you. Damn you to hell. My dear Mayim I'm sorry I could not buy you more time. Keep Amy safe. I..I need to rest now. I pray I may wake before it's too late. Next: Previous: Start:

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Un-Wizzards Brief Cases - Phoebe Leaves a Message

(Brief Case 2.1.5, precursor to Episode 2.2: Spawn till you die.) 

Phoebe Leaves a Message

                Phoebe stood in her flat’s spacious and elegant bathroom adjusting her make-up before she allowed Llewellyn to take her out for coffee. She could say this for the svartles; what they apparently lacked in height they more than made up for in style, and she subdued an unconscious grin from splitting her black-framed red lips. She glanced down for a moment, capping her tube of lipstick and drawing out her favorite eyeshadow from her bag and was so startled when she looked back into the mirror she dropped the case, $60 of quality Sephora product scattering over the bathroom’s tiles. A message written in a familiar messy scrawl obscured most of her mirror, written in a blood red script.

                The message read simply “I must convince Delphine to Leave the city.” A simple signature of two X’s was below the message, which Phoebe at first thought to be an archaic symbol for kissing before realizing where she knew the handwriting from. Xandrix, Phoebe’s some-time mentor and major time pain in the ass, had sent notes previously in the same distinctive style. She fumed at the intrusion of her space, much more the obfuscation of her mirror, and stormed downstairs into her office area to yank the landline phone off of its receiver and bludgeon Xandrix over the head with her rage.

                She stopped short when she entered the Fellowship office space; a plain piece of paper spun gently on its corner on top of the desk bearing the same message, and indeed Phoebe found the message written over or upon nearly every surface of her workspace. The message was huge on the white-board above the stairs, filling the entire space with red, threatening letters. When she picked up the spinning note she felt more than heard a snap of energies and she looked up to find the scribbled note gone from the rest of her home. Phoebe glanced angrily down at the suspicious paper, recognizing it to be torn from a composition notebook similar to the one she had seen Xandrix take obscure notes in. On the piece of paper was the same messily scribbled warning, with a date written above, October  14th.

                Phoebe checked her calendar on her phone, just to assure herself she hadn’t gone crazy; the date on the note was for a week in the future. How could Xandrix have written this, and why did he send it to her so pervasively Phoebe wondered as she looked at the only other content on the otherwise blank page, a tiny postscript written with a pink gel-pen. The P.S. read only ‘C/o Ivy.’ Phoebe breathed out frustration as she reached once more for the office phone while looking up the number for Xandrix’ shoddy fortune-teller shop in Crown Hill on her cell. She found the number quickly, stabbing the touch-tone phone with slightly more force than strictly necessary.

                The phone picked up on the second ring, and Phoebe could hear soft music on the other end of the line which she recognized after a moment as Disney’s Poor Unfortunate Souls. She had expected Xandrix to answer and layed into him right away. “Who the hell do you think you are, X? You can’t send me messages like this! I gave you my number for crying out loud!”

She had not expected a woman to answer, much less a woman with a rich voice and vaguely eastern-European accent.

“Oh, I’m sorry, darling, Xandrix isn’t available at the moment. May I ask who’s calling?”

Phoebe was surprised but quickly regained composure. “Tell him Phoebe is calling. I’ll wait.”

“I’m sorry, but he is a bit tied up at the moment.” The woman paused, perhaps to suppress a laugh? “Phoebe, yes? I have heard of you. I am another of Xandrix’ students.”

“I am not really a student, he is my consultant,” Phoebe corrected. “I didn’t know Xandrix taught any students.”

“No, not many. You know how he likes to work alone.” The woman’s conspiratorial tone left Phoebe confused and angry. “Let me take a message. What is this regarding?”

“He’ll know what it’s regarding,” said Phoebe through clenched teeth.

“Ha, yes, he will, won’t he? Anyway, tata.”

Their innuendo-laden conversation left Phoebe starring, puzzled and angry at her phone. Who was this woman in Xandrix’ home, and what did she mean when she said Xandrix was ‘Tied up’? Without any outlet for her fury she pounded back an espresso on her way out the door with Llewellyn, fuming as they walked. Audacious seer, thinking he could drive her from her town. Next time she saw him she would slap him right in his stupid mouth.

[lincoln-ex-blog]

I figured I'd start uploading some photo's of me. Considering the only ones that are currently up are drawings.   I unfortunately missed him on the 22nd XD. But I am and always will be a Mau5head. Long live Joel and Mr. Meowingtons. <3

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blog #2 POEM

Magallona, Charles Xandrix O.

12-E ABM

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blog 1 Denotation and connotation

Magallona, Charles Xandrix O.

12-E abm

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[herebemecomic]

Six Below

I walk out of the 6th portal in the row, i’m exhausted. I haven’t rested in over 3 days and even for my ethereal form that’s a little too much. Plus Amy seems to have drawn on my power twice now. I hope she is okay I would never forgive myself or the guardian she was with if anything happened to her. I only have 5 more challenges left before I can leave this place but I need to rest, I am no longer in my youth and this strain would tear apart my mind if I keep it up. As I sit on the sand desert landscape there is a sudden flash of light and a hand rips through a hole in mid air and tears the space around it away. In the rift Xandrix appears and walks into the ethereal world. Good maybe I can tell her about him and not have to rush through these challenges so quickly. I stand a give a short bow before speaking.

Mayim: Unity you have come to the ethereal world…To what do I owe this visit?

Xandrix: Oh Mayim I felt terrible and although I can’t let you leave I had to come and apologize.

Mayim: Don’t feel bad my lady after all I did break the oldest rule that we have even if it was necessary.

Xandrix: You know Mayim when the others aren’t here you don’t have to address me that way. It..I just wish I hadn’t failed you. I tried to distance myself from you but you were different. The others they don’t know and hopefully they will not found out…

Mayim: About you? Or about me?

Xandrix: It wouldn’t matter dear, either way they would demand answers. Answers that I worked so hard to forget. Questions I never want asked. But I still have you Mayim and it would make me feel better if I atleast knew I was doing the right thing. Tears form in her eyes slowly rolling down her cheeks and falling onto the sand below.

Mayim: Oh I know you are doing the right thing and you get so down on yourself I haven’t seen you cry since…well…mom I want you to know something.

Xandrix: What is it sweetie?

Mayim: I’ve always believed you would do the right thing…I only wish I could help you. But I will always love you and you will always be my mother so don’t worry about this punishment of yours.

Xandrix: Oh Mayim I wish I could break you out of here but the others…They would not take kindly to the rules being broken.

Mayim: Its fine mom but while you are here you do need to do something.

Xandrix (puzzled): What would that be?

Mayim: He is trying to escape.

Xandrix: Don’t be silly Mayim he can’t get out of the cage its got 12 seals on it.

???: So Confident in your lock are you Xandrix?

Both turn and face the pulsating black cage. The pair of glowing eyes has returned and now comes with a fanged smile.

???: Well let me give you some food for thought. There are 12 locks, Each one requiring pure mastery of the element in order to unlock. An offering of the purest form must be made. However they can still be broken by brute force with other magic. Allow me to demonstrate. The cage begins to shake and rattle. The main lock on the front falls off and 10 locks behind it snap and break apart under the strain. You see I can’t break this last lock as it seems to be special. No matter I will soon figure out how to break that one as well.

Xandrix: You just don’t get it do you? You will never be able to break the last one. You have long since lost the ability to do so. Seeing as you are going to cause me some trouble I suppose I’ll stay here and make sure you stay locked up. Xandrix sits on the ground and holds up one hand towards the cage. The bars thicken and all of the broken locks repair and rearrange on the cage. On the ground around the cage a magic circle burns itself into the ground and pulse with light. I may no longer be able to defeat you but I can hold you here. Mayim come here. As Mayim walks over Xandrix rips open another hole in the space next too her. She then motions for Mayim to come closer. When Mayim is within range Xandrix Brands her chest with a magic seal. The others are not gonna be happy but it must be done. I will remain here until I am sure he can not escape but you have the key. As long as you live with that magic symbol this magic circle can not be broken. Now go you know what must be done, make the preparations and be sure not to bother Amy too much you are her last guardian and you would be wise to not trouble her with your return for now.

Mayim: I understand, and mom don’t work yourself too hard. When we are rid of him we should spend some time together. It would be quite the shock to the others.

Xandrix: hahaha well Mayim I look forward to it. Now go my child do what must be done.

I step towards the portal and look one more time back as Xandrix. Before I step through I run back and give her a hug whispering I love you quietly to her.  I get up and leave through the portal, back to the temple of birth, lets begin…

???: How cute mommy and daughter bonding after all these years. Really tickles my heart. What do you think your savior is going to accomplish? She is after all just a woman.

Xandrix: I’m a woman and I defeated and trapped you here. Now be a good boy and shut the hell up. If it was up too me you wouldn’t have been put in a cage. I should have killed you when I had the chance. I have important matters to attend to I will leave you in the care of the gate keepers. 

As Xandrix leaves through another rift 12 Massive beasts emerge from the portals Mayim had been traveling through. Each creature pulses with dark magic.

???: Ahh yes the gate keepers its been awhile boys. Wanna play a card game?

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?????

X: No No stop it! Thrak, Venti, Void, Illumus, Pyrus, Tyra! What are you doing with my babies! Please stop. Unknown: You don't deserve these powers. I'm taking these and doing what you should have done long ago. Relinquish Mayim too me or I will rip her from you as well. X: No No I won't let you I was a fool to trust you and now you've taken my children from me. I forbid it. Unknown: You have no power here this is my realm, this is my world. You mean nothing to me. You refuse my command now I will rip the last of the elements from you. I.... X: I refuse *zoof* Unknown: Xandrix come back here you worthless being. I will complete my plans if I have to tear through time itself to find you! Mayim (baby): *Crying* Xandrix: There there little Mayim, he can't hurt you now. Mommies got you. I won't let anything happen too you my sweet child. *begins singing a lullaby until mayim falls to sleep.* There there my child you will see your brothers and sisters again....someday.

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Brief Cases: Or how I spent my summer vacation

(From the Freemont Fellowship. These are short stories to go between season one and two.)

  Phoebe: Stars & Stones

                  Phoebe had been having an idyllic summer; set loose on the city from her Amazon contract in time for the offices to move (with a healthy bonus for Monster Hunting) Phoebe was able to spend most of her time in pleasant relaxation. Most that is, with the exception of her time spent with Rose. Phoebe cherished her time with Feanor’s fully-fairy mother, in part because she knew it bothered Feanor but mostly stemming from the wealth of knowledge and understanding Rose provided.

                Since accepting and donning the stylish locket from Mrs. Rosenthall-Hern at her engagement brunch in June Phoebe’s persistent problematic seizures had petered off entirely, much to Pooshkin’s delight. In their place Phoebe now found her downtime dominated by the spruce company of her self-assigned godmother. Rose (as she insisted Phoebe call her) seemed to enjoy spending time with Phoebe in turn, taking her for lunch and a ramble almost daily. Which is not to say that the summer passed without drama; indeed, one of the first outings the pair took together was to a premier of A Midsummer’s Night Dream in Ashland, Oregon.

                Phoebe was still attempting to work out how Rose had pulled that off; each day Rose would arrive in a dapper green town car and usher Phoebe inside before the car rushed off through the streets of Seattle, and yet 9 out of 10 times when they would exit the car it would be in a different state entirely, if not in a different hemisphere. They would treat to brunch in Venice, or attend the Royal Wedding of the Princess of Sweden, while never getting out of the car or boarding a plane. Phoebe recalled Feanor saying something about his mother’s subtle grip of magic, but even on the occasion where Phoebe never tore her eyes from the windows of the town car she could not determine when they would slip through a portal to arrive scores of miles away.

                Today was different; Rose had arrived on a scooter, a shining emerald-green Vespa number that would have looked garish under the umbrella of anyone else but managed spectacular beauty in the company of the fairy. She wordlessly offered Phoebe a helmet before zooming north on 99. Phoebe’s shenanigan detector was steadily shouting cautions at her by the time the Vespa veered onto 15th, Rose cackling as she urged the zippy motorbike between cars and traffic. When they pulled up outside a dingy ramshackle burger joint next to a sketchy bar, Phoebe had had enough.

                Turning to demand explanations from Rose, she was preemptively shushed; Rose winked at Phoebe before prancing up to the front of the line (a common habit of hers that never seemed to bite her in her well-deserved ass) and ordering for them both. Only then did she answer Phoebe’s queries.

                After Phoebe had asked her most pertinent questions, she began to think about the answers Rose didn’t give; fey were tricky folk, and though they couldn’t lie per-se they were masters of circumlocution. Phoebe prized herself on the quality and sharpness of her wit, and started unraveling the clues contained in Rose’s answers. When the door chimed its alert of a new customer Phoebe didn’t take notice of him until a titter from Rose piqued her interest.

                Phoebe recognized the man, though not right away, unused to seeing him in what must be his normal street clothes during the day; a shade on the tall side he spoke very softly to the man at the register, so much so that he had to shout over the sizzling grill to be heard.

                “I called ahead a to-go order for Xandrix? With two ‘x’s?” The grill man nodded at Xandrix, a sign of recognition, before pointing to a bagged-up order next to the register. It wasn’t until Xandrix had paid for his meal and turned around that he noticed Phoebe, eyes wide with surprise. Rose coughed politely and excused herself, telling Phoebe she would see her tomorrow before slinking out of the crowded space. Xandrix stood, stunned, and watched her go before turning back to Phoebe, his face gone ghastly pale.

                Xandrix spoke at length with Phoebe about her Locket, and the Rosaesidhe; eventually their conversation got to the matter that had been taking up most of Phoebe’s time spent away from Rose, finding an improved venue for the Fellowship. As a test, Xandrix suggested she try asking the stone for a place for the group. A vision of an old brick building, crystal clear in her head swam before Phoebe, clear enough that she could have believed she was in Old Ballard standing in front of it. After [arcana symbology] formed on the surface of the stone, Phoebe and Xandrix set about interpreting the symbols. Phoebe knew what lurked in the building; something not-quite-dead; something that didn’t like the sun; something evil.

                “Black courts!” Xandrix gasped after they had decoded the symbols. “Vampires of the worst sort.” Xandrix told Phoebe a quick-and-dirty summary of the bloodsuckers, focusing on how to take them out. “Any black court is bad news. If the Stone wanted you to see this, it must mean something. Gather the fellowship. Meet me there tomorrow with the group. If we hit them fast enough we might be able to nip this problem in the bud before it gets out of hand.”

                Phoebe had to call a cab to get home, and by the time she returned the left-behind Pooshkin was as surly as his stubby little body could be. Phoebe fired up her phone (left home to charge after she lost the first one to one of Rose’s side-adventures) and attempted to reach the Fellowship; she started with the organizer of the group, Meri, hoping she would have had contact with the group recently. When Meri’s voicemail message informed Phoebe that she was on “Academic Vocation” Phoebe was able to conclude that this likely meant “cavorting with fairies” and moved on to trying to reach the rest of the group. Feanor was equally unreachable, which didn’t make sense to Phoebe as she knew he was still unemployed and should have few places to be at 7 on a Saturday. Maybe he got himself a hobby?

                Phoebe tried Drew, favoring to send him a text instead of dealing with the dual-screams of Toby and Andrew trying to speak over each other on the phone. She got a message back pretty quickly, but had replied to let her know that Drew was busy for the next few days on a job. She pressed Toby for details but he clammed up, despite her insistence that it was an urgent matter. Phoebe stared angrily at her phone, considering dialing 9-1-1 in the slight chance Felix appeared before frustratedly tossing her phone deep into the encompassing over-stuffed cushions of her designer couch. As an act of true desperation she loaded Pooshkin into the car and drove to Gasworks, parking in the lot of the Marina where she had known Cheaux to live. She asked about his boat to a passing neighbor and they told her that the whole place had burned down in May, Sorry. She would just have to do it alone. How difficult could one measly vamp be?

                She arrived the next morning at the building that was now engrained in her memory; the entire night before had been filled with stoker-fueled dreams of Gary Oldman attempting to drain the life from her tender throat, and her attitude was surly-at-best even through her Grande coffee. Xandrix stood sheepishly around the corner, the bustling Old Ballard Sunday Farmer’s market already in full swing in the early-morning sunlight. Phoebe had casually prepared a stake and a squirt-bottle filled with garlic water, and felt underdressed when she got a good look at Xandrix as she got closer.

                Xandrix loomed (or at least tried to loom) in the shadow of the building, his neck adorned with an almost comedic number of braids of whole garlic heads, crosses dangling from hastily sewn thongs. He sported two brightly colored water pistols, offering one to Phoebe, explaining he had filled them with Holy Water late last night. In his left hand he held a long length of wood, carved with subtle runic patterns intertwining over the wood.

They peeked through the boarded up windows and could espy two junkies lounging inside, weakly chuckling as they half-dozed in the burnt-out dusty room. “Don’t look like Renfields,” Xandrix confided. “They’re most likely thralls; that’s good, means the vamp hasn’t got up to full strength yet. You ready?” This he said to Phoebe, standing in front of the bolted-and-boarded door. Phoebe nodded, and Xandrix drew his staff along the length of the door frame, chanting softly under his breath as he did. Slowly at first, then more quickly as his chanting increased in speed, ice began forming over the door regardless of the summer’s heat. When his staff completed its circuit of the frame the ice formed over the door entirely, and after a moment the hinges popped in protest as the door fell inward and shattered into chunks of frozen wood.

The two thralls in the room had definitely been fed upon, barely starting at the boom of the door; Xandrix pointed at one while charging the other, smacking their head smartly with his staff and rendering him unconscious in seconds. The other thrall, perhaps slightly less drained, leapt up to charge Phoebe, but a quick boot to the last place a man wants a boot sent him to the ground, groaning in testicular torsion. Phoebe spat fury as Pooshkin angrily barked at the coiled man, taking time to pee on his recumbent form. Xandrix pushed deeper into the dilapidated building, mutedly calling out to Phoebe when he found the ruined cellar door.

Phoebe and Xandrix took time to smash out the back windows, letting the early-morning light pour in and flood the musty room. Xandrix nodded at Phoebe as they each gripped one of the cellar door’s handles, the water-pistol in their opposite hands. The pair tore open the doors letting the light streak through the darkened cellar. A hissing shriek burst from the bottom of the chamber, a burning half-corpse streaking up the stairs, swearing bloody curses. Phoebe and Xandrix wasted no time, stepping in to unload the small pistols at the wailing mass. The water hit the flaming body and tinged the fire blue-white with holy heat, the staggering form immolating on the stairs before their eyes with a shriek of pure pain and fury before crumbling to sticky ash on the foot of the steps.

Panicked and out of breath, Pooshkin comfortingly rubbed up against Phoebe’s trembling hand to help steady her nerves; not unaccustomed to monsters, the psychic barrage of energies as the vampire died had shaken Phoebe more than she had been prepared for. Xandrix raised his eyebrows at her, but she was able to regain her composure and take the lead down into the now-vacant cellar. By the time she reached the foot of the stairs she had regained her composure enough to carefully inspect the room.

The cellar was dark and cold, like most cellars; a narrow crack on the far wall breathed dusty, cool air through the room, stirring the mothballs cluttering the floor. Beside a dirty airmattress (this vampire was so low-budget it couldn’t even spring for a proper coffin?) two withered, small forms lie dead, their old flesh clinging to their withered corpses. Phoebe could clearly see puncture wounds on the throats of the corpses, and then she noticed what was wrong with these bodies. Though assuredly humanoid, they were definitely not human. The bodies were small and slender, unlike human dwarfism, and the palour of the skin was not a tone human flesh could accomplish alive or dead.

“Svartles, Stars and Stones.” Xandrix breathed in the dark as he came up beside Phoebe, cupping a small sideways-hourglass shape in his hands, shedding dim golden light through the empty room. Xandrix told Phoebe that svartles were a branch of fairy that chose to live in the mortal world. “You have probably met their…well, leader isn’t the right term, but elder is pretty close. He runs the Jade Dragon down at the Market?” Phoebe recalled the face of the strange-but-kind old man who ran the jewelry shop. He had been the one to show her the locket she now bore.

Phoebe set herself; dead bodies meant crime, and with this kind of crime and no fellowship to speak of, she had little choice but to place a call to officer Cookie. She and Xandrix walked back up to the main floor so she could get some reception. Nervously eyeing the cell phone Xandrix shied away beyond the busted door frame. When officer Cookie picked up he muttered something about needing to leave and turned tail.

Cookie showed up within 15 minutes, her interceptor parking in front of a fire-hydrant across the road. She and her partner hustled across the street. As her partner taped off the area, Cookie had Phoebe lead her down to the bodies in the cellar, where Phoebe filled her in on the details she could share. “Looks like you had this in hand; though you should have called me in sooner, this was police business. I could charge you with breaking and entering…” Cookie trailed off at Phoebe’s withering gaze. “But I’ll settle for letting you out the back door and forgetting I saw you here. Go on, get.”

Phoebe didn’t care for being shooed away, but she was tired and frustrated and ready to unwind at home. She halfway glared at the heavy stone on her chest, judging it for leading her to this filthy sty instead of to a building she could make some use of. All she had reaped was a bad taste in her mouth that left her spitting until she could get to her car and pop a handful of gum. She drove home, a steady grey rain-cloud shedding the constant Seattle drizzle she was used to.

She didn’t sense anything as she came home. She unlocked the door to her building, scanned her card and punched the button to her floor with a tad more force than was strictly necessary. She turned the key in her door and shouldered it open, dropping her purse on the floor before striding in to her kitchen for a drink. A soft tinkle, the sound of ice tumbling in a glass, startled her and she snapped her attention to a small, familiar man sitting on her couch. “What are you-“ Phoebe began to demand, but he cut her off.

“My people, the svartle, are people of peace, prosperity, and balance, Ms. Phoebe. You broke in to one of our homes. I am simply repaying the favor.” He spoke calmly, with no venom to his words, but Phoebe found herself still on edge.

“We didn’t even-” She tried to defend her actions, but Eitri kept speaking calmly, as if he hadn’t heard her.

“Moreover, you slew an enemy I did not know we had even attracted, and were able to bring the spirits of my kin to rest. Fey do not dole out favors lightly, but you, Ms. Phoebe, have placed us in your debt.” The svartle stood up, a smile blossoming across his face as he took out a manila envelope from an inner-breast pocket. He tossed it on the table. “I am very grateful, to you and yours. You have done me a service I hadn’t known to ask for, so I shall help you in turn. We’ll be watching.” With that, the svartle finished his drink and left, though Phoebe did not notice him use the door on his way out.

Her curiosity overcoming her blind frustration she went to the table and picked up the envelope; inside was a photo, and a folded piece of paper. The photo was of the old brick building in Ballard, with the words ‘it’s yours’ written in neat, curly script in red ink on the back. The piece of paper turned out to be the deed for the building, including the cellar below and the offices above. A second, small note written in the margins in tighter black script read ‘ps. It may need some ‘Tidying Up.’’ The use of quotation put Phoebe’s teeth on edge, but she resigned it to a problem for another day. At least she had found the Fellowship’s new venue.