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You all really are the very best people to come home to, after yet another craptacular day, about to be craptacular night filled with even more studying! Yeah! >< These posts are great, yours included Dreaming - and glad you're posting without the least bit of 'intimidation' factor at all, they're wonderful! And DC? Sethan kills me, he just really, really does - in a good way, of course! This whole thing with Andastra's character, IC and OOC - yeah, you're all so awesome!

Oh, and Dot? I'll give you Captain Shang's pretty freakin' wonderful, but... Nope. Nope, Flynn takes it all the way there, TOTALLY would have sacrificed himself without any hope he could have imagined of returning - and 'that smoulder!' Fantastic post as always - and personally? I adore Daisy's protectiveness XD

And I think LT had early day today so, well... Hmmm... mid-afternoon snacks or, depending on your timezone if you're here in the US, a bit of lunch/brunch? I'm not a great cook at all, not like our Lil, but I can make breakfast food like scrambled eggs, sausage links and chorizo, toast (BOY, can I do some toast!), bacon (I'll just give mine to you all, I don't like bacon), and I'm crazy good with a knife so I can totally slice up some pepper and onion and spinach/greens to cook up, as well as some fresh fruit if anyone would like too. The coffee is good any time of day, no denying that, so that should be a nice snack at the least.

Oh, and I can definitely put on some boiling water for some tea - so very sorry for that head cold, Wordsmith, how freakin' miserable. Don't forget the lemon and tea, and just a touch of ginger too if you have it hon.

"Oh Siya... " Veti muttered under her breath, two simple words, three syllables laden with a world of emotions unspoken. She swiped impatiently at the tears on her cheeks with the heels of her palms for the second time in a single night, though she did nothing this time to hide them away. Still the smile on the werewolf's face was as genuine - if a touch wistful - as any she'd worn in some time. But Siya had dashed away, a beeline to Atticus, before she'd even had a chance to say a word - and she had some for her beloved friend, the little vampiress. She did.

'You don't belong in the shadows Siya. No matter what you think, you never did. You were made to shimmer, and glow - tender, terrible grace in the moonlight. The shadows don't suit you. Not anymore.'

The strangest feeling rolled through her gut as she looked to the incubus, eyes narrowing thoughtfully though the smile didn't dim in the least. Bittersweet really, this moment, love and pride and fear and longing all roiling and indistinguishable in her heart. 'You'd better take care of her, you magnificent bastard. You leave her alone again, make her cry those blood-tinged tears for any reason, and I don't care where I'm at. Dead. Alive. Undead. Whatever. I will come for you, and make you wistful for the deepest, darkest circle of Hell.'

Veti felt the warmth of fur beneath her fingers, running gently over the dark, furred head of Artie the hellhound. The werewolf felt a little bad, that for all his hopeful nosing at her jacket, Veti hadn't thought to tuck a squeaky toy away, but there'd really only been room for the Desert Eagle in its holster under the leather and sweat jacket.

"So sorry big guy," Veti whispered as she knelt beside the hellhound, wrapping her arms around his thick, warm neck for a warm hug before setting back, letting her fingers scratch all about his heavily-muscled ruff in a way that, she liked to imagine, most all canines of virtually any variety found delicious - even eight-foot tall werewolves of the reddish variety on occasion.

"I got nothing for you tonight Artie, totally my fault. Yes it is!" she whispered, her voice slipping oh-so-easily into that ridiculous baby talk reserved just for dogs, who never failed to wiggle and wag with delight at the very sound. "Veti's a very bad wolf, yes I am! All my fault!"

Veti had no idea if Artie ever really understood her, but she liked to believe he did. Sometimes she even half-suspected he was humoring her as much as anything, letting her bring him squeaky toys and eat the food she couldn't bring herself to finish, slipped beneath the table, and even sleep in her bed with her, a precious warm, furry body complete with funky doggy breath that never complained when she cuddled him close. Oh, she knew very well what Artie was beneath the unending variety of dog guises, had seen him in all his gory, dripping, oozing, flaming glory the very last night she'd spent with Max.

But Veti didn't mind if Artie didn't. And he never seemed to, nor did Daisy.

Daisy...

Veti sighed as her eyes lifted to the young Reaper - or at the least, Veti really couldn't think of her any other way, than "young." She had no idea how old Daisy might really be, and she suspected Daisy might not either. But Daisy was definitely just 'girl' enough, that Veti had long-recognized the tightrope over "vulnerable" and "tough" the young Reaper tried to walk every day. Even now.

But Veti could almost feel how brittle that high, sharp edge Daisy walked was becoming, with every word shot from her lips like broken glass.

"Who's the most adorable little hellhound in the whole wide world? Who is, hmm? WHO is? You are! Artie is! Artie's a good boy, oh yes you are!" Veti kissed the top of his head lightly, grinning as one enormous paw slammed the ground in time with her scratches.

"You know she needs you more than I do right now, don't you boy?" Artie didn't answer of course, but there may have been a glint of recognition in those eyes. "C'mon, let's go hang with Daisy a bit, yeah?" The hellhound didn't protest - not that he ever did, and Veti stood to her feet once more.

Her eyes roved over the vast array of those who had thrown in their lot to bring back Max, some for reasons she could see very well - though others? Their decisions seemed unfathomable.

Very near as unfathomable as the ebony skin, the night-dark eyes she was suddenly sure were set behind the sunglasses the golem wore. His powerful voice, the first among those gathered to speak his simple assent, still rumbled through her belly. Her neck craned as she looked up at him, reaching forward to take one of his enormous hands in hers, squeezing gently. The werewolf was no petite, frail flower of womanhood by any stretch, but even her fingers barely wrapped about his.

Why she was surprised to discover his skin was so warm, Veti couldn't have said. "Thank you," she said to him, smiling up at him widely. "Veti. Please, call me Veti." She would have dearly loved to stay, to unravel even a little of the mystery of the first golem she'd ever laid eyes on, but there were simply too many gathered, to many words spoken to linger.

"Semyon... " Veti leaned forward to kiss the wight easily on each cheek, not in the least off-put by his cool gray skin nor gaunt, skeletal appearance. Unstoppable. Relentless as a Russian winter - that was always her impression of Semyon Makarov, and she respected the man's work. "It's been too long - far too long. I cannot thank you enough, and I suppose we can both only pray the Library will be all that legends whisper."

"And Mila... " Another one whose motivations she couldn't begin to guess, why a Rusalka would ever agree to come to the middle of a desert, to help recover the soul of a man she'd never known, was a complete mystery to Veti. She could only hope to learn in time - there would be no aid turned away when it came to bringing Max home. "You are kind... And yes, Max is very, very dear to me. Mila, have you met Semyon? Semyon Makarov?"

The introductions were necessarily short, swift, before the werewolf moved on yet again with Artie, making her way to the Reaper as she moved through the crowd. Veti couldn't be bothered at the moment, to make the further acquaintance of the rule-abiding, self-important dragon woman, nor the ever-questioning dryad and druid, nor even the giant who'd earned her ire mere moments before - though she did glance at Anselm the Giant as she passed.

"Good enough then," she said with a curt nod. "You don't know me, or Max, and I don't know you either - no hard feelings. But you'd damn well better give your all to Reginald Hoyle. He's a good man. The best. Worthy of every cent you'll ever be paid, for the next ten millenium. And I'll know if you don't. A dear friend of mine just suggested that if get Max back, he and I should just disappear somewhere warm."

Veti chuckled softly to herself. No, not for the giant's sake, but simply because she was still a little overwhelmed, a little incredulous that such an idea would even be possible here, now, in the space of a few short minutes. "Yeah, well that's not going to happen. If we find him before Mr. Hoyle's job is complete? Oh, we'll be on our way... " One eyebrow arched in silent promise before she turned to the demonspawn.

"Nestor," Veti said softly and, just this once, before he could slide away or slip away, Veti wrapped her arms around him tightly in a warm embrace, kissing his cheek affectionately. Oh, she'd heard his demon soul, the cold woman's voice always hissing dire warnings and prophecies of doom in her ear whenever he'd been about. But never, not ever once did she ascribe what happened to Max, to a single thing done by the demonspawn - any more than she blamed Daisy, or Atticus or any of them. The werewolf knew damn well all it would have ever taken to keep Max from taking that job, would have been her objection. She could have done it, kept him with her, if she'd fought hard enough. If she loved the man beneath that rough exterior any less than she did.

Veti let Nestor go just as swiftly as she'd snatched him, stepping away with a mischievous smile before she turned to the man's demon soul - or where she might make an educated guess, toward the apparent source of that disembodied voice. Veti's smile disappeared utterly, replaced in an instant with an exasperated little frown. "Yes yes yes, Wolf girl is so warned. Again. Thanks. But you need to know, I am done with riddles and portents and doom and gloom and every other damn thing that comes from you - whatever your name is. Shit, what the hell IS your name, anyway?"

"We're all a little dangerous, demoness, but if there's something I need to know? Speak plainly. You can start with a name - yours, obviously - and then we'll go straight to girl talk. Really, some of my best friends are demons! But I'm about done in with esoteric hints, and I've got no time for unraveling endless riddles. Call me, yeah?" She gave the frigid air a wide grin, thumb to her ear, fingers folded and pinky to her lips in the universal hand sign for "phone," mouthing the words 'call me' before turning to continue her seemingly endless trek to Daisy - though she was getting close.

The werewolf's attention turned to the... Elven necromancer? Well then, that was.... Unexpected. It didn't take giant scads of imagination to see why such a being would grate the hell out of the Reaper's last nerve, as if Daisy wasn't already on edge anyway. The werewolf was still at a bit of a loss herself, what the lady's final answer truly was regarding whether she would be going to Alexandria, or onward to help Hoyle, but Veti smiled and nodded at the woman politely nonetheless.

That is, of course, as she crossed her arms over her chest, sliding along one side of the candy-colored harbinger of death, Artie on the other. She leaned back against the stone just as Daisy did, able to sulk - no, brood - with the very best of them, and nudged the Reaper's shoulder with her own, a great big, playful grin on her face. "I don't like satires," Veti whispered, shrugging her shoulders noncommittally. "I really kinda prefer Disney movies - you know 'Tangled?' Yeah, a serious thing for Flynn... Don't ask. I think it's a 'bad boy' thing. I kinda got that, you know."

She leaned down to nudge Daisy's shoulder yet again, chuckling like a really naughty child about to do the bad thing, determined to pester the not-so-silent fury from the Reaper's tense, angry, hurting self.

But then an ancient goddess showed up, and the whole world instantly... Changed. Veti's eyes widened with an almost-childlike wonder, holding her breath in stunned, rapt amazement.

Atticus brought... A goddess?

A goddess!?

Veti's hand flew to her mouth, covering her lips as Isis spoke, and the werewolf's heart sang. A goddess.

Isis knew Max's name. Isis. Seeing friends and even complete strangers step up to say they would help bring back Max had been heartening, encouraging. Hearing the goddess speak though, hearing his name on her lips? Her soul was rapt.

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