Igraine

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HA! XD No worries Dot - you can't see my post because *derp* has been my default mode these past couple days, and I put an OOC post in the IC, and had to edit it out.

As for how to get Daisy toward the gate room? (no one has gone through a gate) What if she simply accomplished all she could of her wolf-soul-saving before it simply became far too dangerous for her on "that side?" Fatigue yes, but I understand it's not terribly safe for her either because of the 'things' in death that have it out for our favorite Reaper. As for getting her toward the gate room? Well surely Artie knows how to track Veti, no? All up to you, of course!

And for you Dot, and Heroes - both of you have a great few days away, visiting and/or traveling and/or simply relaxing and doing not a single thing at all!

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In your last post Limey, I believe you mentioned that Jay-Jay was going to unleash fire magic on the wolves below, which Heroes did make mention of in his post. Also, I do believe Dot left a 'ghost' figure that Jay-Jay's demon could actually see as well if you wish her to remain outside while Daisy continues her wolf-soul-harvest. There are certainly things she could do. I imagine Heroes simply did not want to control your PC, and assume what it was that Jay-Jay would do next in the chaos. Especially because one person outdoors stayed outdoors (Daisy), and two that were outdoors went back in (Nestor and Gabe).

Loki's Laugh

Congratulations Kuro!

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Very sorry to see you go Wordsmith, but all the best to you in real life and yes, as Lil said, always feel free to stop by and say hello, tell us how you're doing!

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I swear, I read that again and again Dot, and wondered why in the world you were telling Heroes to go save head louse. >< No, I'm obviously not firing on all cylinders today *derp*

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Mmmmm... ALL the lovely posts today! Wonderfully done, folks!

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Veti moved swiftly behind Bain, letting the ancient vampire take point as she cradled Aislinn's body in her arms. She tried not to think too hard, of the warm stickiness that was spreading against her own belly. She tried so hard not to let the flickering of the candlelight on the walls give her false hope, the illusion she could see the rise and fall of breath in Aislinn's body. There was little she would not give, just to stop long enough to press the elder wolf's muzzle to the tender flesh of her neck, to see if she might yet feel the reassuring, steamy heat of a living breath, a single exhalation, however faint.

But there was not a moment to be wasted as she veered swiftly to the right at Bain's command. The lack of any sign of danger sat no better with the werewolf, than it did with the vampire. The coppery scent of blood and the musk of wet wolf pelt mingled just beneath the astringent smell of the conjured rain, the overpowering reek of alcohol and salt water and heaven only knew what else Thad had managed to pull into his working. But Veti could not tell, not even with her sensitive nose, where Aislinn's blood began and the would-be assassins' ended and, for all her exquisitely honed senses, she could not rid herself of the feeling that somehow, some way, she was running blind.

There wasn't even a moment's consideration for taking the elevators. Death traps - she would have to be out of her mind to step claw in one now. No, whether there might still be a Lupus Naturae assassin - or assassins - looking for an easy way to take out the majority of their team in one fell swoop; or whether one of a seemingly endless series of explosions without the keep finally brought these stone walls crashing down atop them? No, Veti would not make ending them all that easy.

"Thad," she growled softly to her lover, never once breaking her long-legged strides as she hurtled down the keep's stairwell to the room of the shade gates. "Love, keep us safe just a little longer. There's nothing to trust in nothing. Not 'til we see the other side of that gate."

Veti's long tongue lolled from her mouth, over the ivory rows of fangs. She remained hunched over Aislinn's body as she moved, her own flesh and pelt all the shield she had for the dear creature in her arms. Knowing just how thin and flawed that shield truly was, Veti whined softly in her throat, running her muzzle tenderly over the soft fur atop Aislinn Hoyle's head, a tentative, hopeful lap of her tongue over the elder wolf's still-closed eyes.

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Ridiculously busy day, tests all done, got some writing done and planning to post here imminently as well - just rounding out the night before busy day tomorrow too - but with more fun things planned. ;)

Enthralled in Ice (Clumsywordsmith x Igraine)

As they walked, Jerusha and Nestor, the vampiress smiled up at her escort this night. He need not have worried in the least, Jerusha took no offense at his railing against the names, in concept at the very least. For a brief moment, Jerusha wondered if she had offended him, feeling the slightest of flinches when she took his arm in such a simple, time-honored gesture. Still, Nestor did not pull away, settling in easily enough - or at least pretending to well enough from all she could see.

Laughing softly, she peered down to look to the emaciated, blue-eyed dog, who in turn looked up to her as she spoke. "Have no worries, bold and fearless hound. If Master Grimsley must rail against the injustice of names and the assault they make on the mirage of personality? Well then we must simply let the gentleman have his prerogative in the matter of not giving you a moniker."

"Even so," she continued, winking up at Nestor conspiratorially before she looked back to the dog, "As afflicted as I am with my own Christian name? Lady Wilde will still not let you go without one. I christen you... 'Anonyme.'" The word flowed from her lips with a silken Parisian air. "After all, we cannot disregard his wisdom utterly."

Jerusha bent to pat Anonyme's head affectionately before her attention returned to Nestor, eminently amused by the labyrinthine twists and turns his conversation took, almost as if he spoke in a near endless stream of consciousness. As he promised, the walk was neither terribly long nor arduous, and ended before a rather nondescript door before an equally nondescript building - not, of course, that the vampiress was disappointed in the least. Jerusha had long since discovered the most delightful and terrifying and magnificent things could be found beneath common rough twine and plain brown wrapping.

"Oh Master Grimsley" the vampiress replied gently, patting the arm she had entwined with her own almost reassuringly. "Perhaps I am too young yet as a Child of Cain - barely two decades removed from a mortal life - to feel the weight of time disappear entirely from my thoughts. True enough, this body is dead, but the human woman who lived, and loved - and loves still - and would have died in a matter of days with consumption? She has gone nowhere at all. I am still me, even if it seems a conceit to say such a thing of 'a coincidental concoction of experiences' after all."

Jerusha laughed softly, shaking her head. "But no, we are not here to talk of me. I should very much like to meet your 'curious people.' Please do lead on - and what is that curious ticking, Nestor? All this talk of time... Clockwork? How lovely! Anonyme, come boy!" Jerusha called, slapping the edges of her skirts as Nestor led her past the unassuming door.