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"Well, damn. Least that means we can use something a little better than what the Service would consider 'reasonable force'." Riley's long-legged stride doesn't take but a minute to vacate himself from the circle. Stopping just short of his partner's six, he raises a hand and weaves an invisible pattern in the air with two fingers all the while muttering under his breath, and old and French-tinged variation of Latin. "Think yer gonna wanna keep that. Are they enchanted?" He asks, regarding the bullets within the guns. He thrusts his arm into empty space; it disappears from fingers and most the way up to his shoulder in a way that ought never be seen by the human eye. That isn't his concern considering how he'd appeared here. When he drags his arm back, it doesn't reappear by itself. In his grasp is a leather sheath, and in that? What appears to be an actual almost four foot long blade. The hilt is wrapped in black leather, the design simple but the pommel speaks more eloquently than Riley ever has; round and bearing within it a white enameled shield with a red, archaic cross. He's quick to buckle the sheath to his belt and draws the belt. Bowing his head, he offers up a silent prayer and ends it with the sign of the Cross. "Pretty damn smart." Riley doesn't look like what a Templar should. But given that the order should have gone extinct long ago, relegated to a tragic myth from middle Christendom, who was really able to judge. He too paled at the sounds that came echoing out from the shadowed wood and in response his jaw tightens and he nods towards the nearest copse of trees. "...But at least it isn't fuckin' weres. I kind of hate the lot of them. And for what it's worth? Hope it ain't any of your friends in there." Switching his grasp on the sword, Riley sighs and chucks his chin forward. "After you, Partner."

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Riley leans into her doorframe as she considers his request and less than cheerful demeanour but mostly because if he doesn't he's likely not going to remain on his feet for much longer. He's not so hurt as he might appear though there is fresh human blood pouring in trickles from places it ought not be, but more than anything, Riley's exhausted and running on fumes. He winces when she calls him by his government name. Or maybe it's the threat of his sister looming over him. "You know I'm stubborn as a mule an' even Beth can't scare me long. And maybe if you didn't sometimes take the very same risks, I'd give extra merit to your argument." He might have murmured something like 'oh thank God' under his breath as he pushes himself off the doorframe to lurch into her home. He doesn't resist when she takes the bag though he does feel a little sorry that it's so heavy. "Oh yeah? Whatcha go in mind? I'm sure we can work something out." There's money. Favours, goods, contacts, and most important in their line of work? There's information. He slings himself down onto her couch, legs dangling off the end and sort of simply sinks into the comfort there, momentarily closing his eyes. "I know, babe," he says, admitting it for maybe the first time. "Didn't want to put you in more danger than I had to."

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Between the faint hint of her perfume, the mixed scents of baking spices, and something uniquely her own, Riley is loathe to pull back from nuzzling her neck but as a gentleman, he gets that he has to. That she isn’t so keen for it, either, pleases him in an immeasurable way. “I’ll have to make sure I do it more often, then.” He could and maybe might have said the same about her as she does the food but that’s a step too far considering she’s at work and there are ears everywhere. “I find that carbs-to-protein ration really perks up the afternoon, right?” Then it’s his turn to consider the best option. The truth of his day-in-day-out is the ugliness of humanity. Pain and suffering both of the victim and the perpetrator, and some times none of it makes any sense. He could log into the resources and reports site and show her the statistics but that only paints half the picture. He doesn’t do it, doesn’t want to, because he wants to protect her as much as he can in face of the worst, and spare her any worry she might feel for of him.

“Yeah, you know. Had to investigate a box of donuts we suspect were the target of unnamed suspects on graveyard shift. Turns out, they don’t hold a candle to anything you make here, so I might stop by in the morning and grab a couple of your boxes, to show ‘em what they’re really missing, not that I want any of those degenerates hanging out here. I’m the only one aloud.” Deep, smooth his voice trails off into a laugh to soften the derogatory feelings toward himself and his brothers in blue. Reluctantly he finally pulls back all but his hands that rest on her hips. He knows the dough will rest well so he tries to maneuver her away from the counter and over to the stool where she can get off her feet and make herself comfortable while he serves up lunch. “How ‘bout you? Thinking you had an I just want a bath and bed kind of day, or a catch a movie with me and I rub your feet while you relax kind of one?”

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Even as he returns her smile, Corinne is keenly aware he’s one of the few people who misses very little. Aside from the fact that it’s part of his job, he’s far too observant. Not to mention the rather inauspicious opening line she’d given him.

She’s sufficiently distracted watching as he removes his uniform shirt. There’s something in the gesture that tugs at her in how he removes the outward signs of his job. It’s also there in the way he turns to her after, she already feels the knots that seem to be holding her limbs together begin to loosen their tenacious grip.

Corinne allows herself a moment to lean into him, there’s the indefinable sense of calm that settles over her as soon as he’s close. Her eyes flicker closed when she feels those fingers trace a tender trail down her arms and his lips touch her check, her smile rising as she hears his voice.

It feels as if she can take a breath. It occurs to her that he’s one of the very few people who takes equal care of her and it’s entirely possible that she allows it with him where she won’t necessarily with anyone else. She doesn’t examine it too closely, instead answering his question which drew an easy smile from her. “I’m fine.” She repeats the words, the different inflection conveying something else entirely. “Now.” She tacks on, the smile now infused in her tone as well. “The unexpected gift of food totally a bonus. Especially if you’re here to share it with me.”

It’s in those subtle things that remain unspoken. He doesn’t call out that he might have noticed how he surprised her or ask what’s wrong.

Reluctant to move from the comfort of his close proximity, she lingers a bit longer. “I’m happy for whatever reason made you decide to drop by. Especially with what smells heavenly and sounds amazing.“ She turns to glance up at him. “So, how was your shift?”

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A Slow Return

Hello All, I am going to be making a slow come back now that I feel less like I'm drowning in my thoughts. I know that I have missed a lot since I last left, but I am happy and willing to pick things back up from where they were left. Or, if interested in starting something new I am open to that as well.

As always I am lurking on both Tumblr and Discord.

Thank you for being patient with me. I know I have a terrible habit of being flaky and not commiting when I say that I will.

Your truly,

Stoat.

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@corinnebaileyrp, @morgansmornings

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SUPERNATURAL / FANTASY CHARACTER AESTHETICS.

bold what applies - italicize what sometimes applies - strike what never applies.

THE FAIRY. chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at 3am with no coat. platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

THE REAPER. computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

THE WITCH. graffiti. pretending to know what you're doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through the clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

THE WOLF. murders of crows. frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines. soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

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tagged by: my bruh @silverjetsystm tagging: everyone dreading thanksgiving this year for Reasons:tm:

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The nudge earns her a smile and he takes a bite of bacon before offering her the rest of the strip, holding it out to her with thumb and index only. He knows Jay bites nearly as hard as his sister does. "Never anything in the rules about me being fair or not. All that matters is you know I'm right."

Once the bacon is properly disposed of he begins to cut his crepes. "Now, forgetting Avery and Beth's mutt for the moment, we have more important things to discuss. "Parade kicks off at 0-eight-thirty. Means we should be at your place no later than 0-seven-hundred, givin' enough time for the traffic. I'm gonna have to do a lot of the prep-work for the next couple days and that means I'm gonna need your help."

"Parade ends at noon, we wanna do food no later than fifteen-hundred, and then most of us will be heading over to Sacred Heart to help Da Faux in the cooking and soup kitchen lines. Once we wrap up there, then it's back to my place for dessert and drinks. Have I left anything out or forgotten anything?" Because of course he has to have a minute-by-minute itinerary for the holiday and the run up to it. Staging that many people over three different locations is almost a job in and of itself.

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“Whatever. Least I got man pants.” He follows behind her with his own breakfast but leaves it mostly untouched in favour of his own coffee. What there is of it anyway in the nearly full mug. “Yeah, you do. If your goal is to drive the rest of us crazy sometimes. Like tell me again how you almost lost a hand when you were hunting down a fragment of the original the Book of Am-Duat. And the bullshittery you had with those weirdo Anubis-looking motherfuckers? Cause that was an amazing decision.” No, she’s not living that one down no matter how much she argues her case. He takes the ribbing about the stray with a certain grace and a fair grumble, but frowns when she says their wayward Glass Walker and Sidhe should be fine. He may not really like a lot of the other things that go bump in the night but he knows they are no more agents of the Adversary than he is. “And if it was say… Luc or Tabby, would you still be so confident?”

“Hey I said I made excellent choices, it’s not my fault that they can backfire.” Jayden said trying to play off the shiver than ran down her spine at the memory he evoked. Using her shifting in her seat to ‘get more comfortable’ as a cover.  She ponders his question. Letting the words and the faces come to her mind’s eye in excruciating detail.  Tabby was an interesting one to say the least. the blasé mask she wore always intrigued Jayden. She wanted to just spend the next three years figuring out every single detail that turned the young woman the way she was.  Luc on the other hand was…  Well? He was simply Luc. And she knew that if anything happened to him, it wouldn’t be just the Cabal that would be out on the streets as a unified front to find answers. No matter the cost. “Now that is not a fair comparison and you know it.” She stretched one leg out to nudge at his leg.

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Genuinely curious here...my own version of a proctology check {meaning....is my head up my own ass?} An rp blog is recommended to you. You scroll through to see what the writing is like, the ooc/ic ratio, muses, etc. You see they have written an open starter that says "males preferred but females accepted" and I mean, on one hand...yeah I get it but it still turns me off because it feels exclusionary to women. I know a lot of female muns and muses {cis/trans/enby-with-leanings} that work so hard to be taken seriously, to put out good work. Only to find themselves constantly defeated, discouraged, ignored.

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Get to know me meme tagged by: stolen from Beth's dash. tagging: hoist the colours, raise the black!

do you make your bed? the spouse does.

favourite number? 3, 19, 13, 14, 23

job? Superhero. …I mean librarian.

if you could go back to school, would you? In a heartbeat. If I were born a billionaire in real life, I would have/would still spend my time being a perpetual scholar, taking any and every class that ever interested me.

can you parallel park? Nope. I actually don't even know how to drive.

do you think aliens are real? Look, man. I'm not saying I've seen some things, but I've definitely seen some things™. I also believe in supernatural entities, fyi.

can you drive a manual car? re: parallel parking. After getting into a car accident literally every time I've ever tried to learn how to drive, I figure the Powers that Be are trying to send me a message. The last time banged up my knee and contributed to it trying to currently enact the Great Escape from my body almost on the daily.

what's your guilty pleasure? Pasta and home made bread {despite medical reasons to just...not.} I love specialty coffee drinks, socks, and stuffed animals. Also...doomscrolling tic.tok and you.tube when I should be writing or dishes or...really most other things.

tattoos?  None, though I have ear and nose piercings.

favourite colour? Green, Silver, Black.

do you like puzzles? Jigsaw puzzles, word searches, crosswords, interactive puzzle games etc? Absolutely. Sudoku can fuck right off. I have a Math learning disability. But I think my favourite thing is trivia.

any phobias? trypanophobia, arachnophobia, although that one isn't as bad as it used to be due to some very cute spider propaganda. I also have a fear of public speaking and presenting.

favourite childhood sport? I fell in love with American football when I was a pre-teen, and I have been a stan ever since. Unfortunately, I live exactly in a state where the 'local' games are all the teams I personally loathe. I also love caber and sheaf tossing, fencing {withe swords/foils/epees}, roping, bull/bronc riding, and barrel racing.

do you talk to yourself? Oh absolutely. A lot of times it's muses, it's snippets of RP that play out in my head like a radio drama, it's me having arguments with myself as myself and others. Fun fact, I always put on a show or an audiobook/ambient music at bed time because that's the only real way to make my head quiet enough *to* sleep. I also have binged entire series in 10-15 minute intervals. I feel I deserve a patience award or something.

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Chris sits in what was Andy's room, looking down at an old photo. Jess, Chris, Beth and finally Andy at the local arcade, all wearing fake moustaches. The Fantastic Four of they dubbed themselves once they all began hanging out (though Jess wished for a cooler name). Damn near inseprable, even when the elder siblings moved onto the next step of their education and career. But when they got the news of Andy's passing, it was nothing short of devastating. Those soft brown eyes stare at the whisky in his hands, "Happy Birthday, Andy. We miss you everyday, hope you and my folks are getting along up there."

One thing Riley knows, without having to explain how or why, is that Chris has to be held tightly in the palm of God's hand. He knows his sister is particular and in a lot of ways peculiar. Photographic memory tells him nothing has been moved since the last time he'd been here...and that was almost a decade ago. And yet the boy ~scratch that~ the man sitting there still has his flesh on his bones. No open wounds seeping blood onto the bed. The echo of her screaming for Chris to get out of Riley's room haunts the air nor shatters glass. Suddenly, he feels...old. He unhitches his bag from his shoulder then rolls his neck from side to side. It cracks quietly before he leans in the door frame, folding his arms across his chest. His chest aches for the loss. For the missing years. For seeing Chris without his emotional armor on, and can only imagine what Jess might say. He can almost feel the sting of her palm and the air being cut off from a hug. But he is here. Maybe not in one piece but...it's better than where he's been. The things he's been doing. "I dunno, kid. Your moms honestly scares the crap out of me. Whenever I looked at her, I felt a chancla in my future."

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Drabble Challenge:

Rules: Followers send a number to your Inbox (Ask), and you write a drabble using that dialogue in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

Don’t you dare say another word.

We’re going to freeze to death

I don’t mind if I do

I’ve never seen you dance before

What do you mean you’re leaving?

You drank a gallon of milk over night

Please, I’m begging you.

You don’t know how to tie your shoes?

Is a chicken really a bird if they can’t fly?

You it be a grown up, but you’re still my baby

I got fired.

We’re out of money?!?

Have you seen my stamp collection?

Fire! Fire! Fire!

You watched 4 seasons today?

Stop questioning my life choices.

You didn’t have to marry me, you know

It’s my turn to pick

It’s a hundred degrees out

When’s the last time you smiled?

Stop being such a brat

If I wanted one, I would have gotten it myself

Wanna see something cool?

I think it’s broken

This is a once in a lifetime thing and you want me to blow it off

Friends don’t last, they never last

Sometimes I just don’t want to exist

I should’ve written it down

Go eat an exotic food or something

Way to not like my Instagram post

Remember Walkmans?

He would have really loved that…

It’s a shame when things, when people, go so soon

They used to tell me I’d never amount to anything

I almost didn’t graduate

I should’ve stayed in bed

I woke up knowing this would happen

I had a dream last night about _____

She sat next to me on the bus

Just promise to never lie to me, okay?

I thought you said you were a doctor

This cost a thousand dollars?!

Foreigners…pffft

He used to be my best friend.

Look at them, their perfect tans and cold margaritas…assholes

I’m not the jealous type, I swear

I didn’t cheat!

Let me smell your breath

Did you let the dog out?

We’re taking you downtown

If you don’t like it, leave.

She’s got a way with words

I didn’t know it when I met her

It sure as hell does change things!

I remember when you were a baby!

Give me my beer, or else

You asked me if unicorns were real

If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen

Why so glum?

Cotton candy is for adults too, leave me alone.

Yeah, okay, when pigs fly.

I haven’t seen you in ages!

Picnics are for losers

If I could go back, I wouldn’t change anything

Somethings are just better as memories

She was hot, admit it

When the hell did you break the vacuum?

We’re rich.

Bed. Now.

Call me that one more time, see what happens

Don’t ever call here again

Your brother told me all about it

I’m pregnant.

Happy birthday!

Apples, oranges, same thing

Don’t let it go to your head

Is it gone?

Where’s the first aid kit?

What do you mean you’re in jail?

Fight me.

Will you marry me?

stop worrying so much

Come on! Hurry!

Put your hands where I can see them

Strike 3

You’re cute with glasses

Are you five?

You have enough

Are you drunk?

Road trip!

You’ve been listening to the same song on repeat all week….

She’s your sister. You have to help her.

I owe you what?

Let’s bet.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

I could’ve gone pro

All I need is you, and Cheerios

You don’t need another dog

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth

Nobody needs fake friends

I just want somebody who’ll text first

Buy me chocolates and tell me everything’s going to be okay

Are you asking me out?

Remember that really embarrassing memory you told me to never speak of again?

I’m soaked.

He’s been like that all day

This house isn’t even haunted

Isn’t that bad luck?

Shut up and dance

*Make your own*

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