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Loki's Laugh

If you're about Walrus, I'm in the collab when you get the chance.

Loki's Laugh

okies give me about 10 minutes, sorry - cannot wait until we get actual e-mail notifications for new posts ><

Loki's Laugh

So what time, Walrus, would be good for you hon?

Loki's Laugh

Hope all that work/research is going well Jinxer!

And I'll try to catch you tonight then, Walrus. :)

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Oh so very sorry FF, but without the use of Google on that one, I'm just at an absolute loss (might be the other stuff being crammed into my head too, but that's probably neither here nor there? XD) No internet cookies for me I suppose, but that's all right - a very precious friend brought me oatmeal raisin yesterday (my favorite!), so I suppose I'm really all full up anyway. Time for someone else to have the cookies!

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Veti only smiled slyly and shook her head, not even bothering to look over her shoulder as Nestor's No-name demoness made to come her way. Apparently obscenity growled under her breath wasn't too-terribly-appreciated - go figure - and she felt the whisper of her cold, furious chill as she approached. The werewolf sighed with exasperation when she realized Nestor was drawing his wayward soul back.

Maybe it was a 'girl thing,' but Veti had never seem the demoness' charm and - beyond that one small moment with Max's motorcycle boots after he first died - had never understood her appeal to her lover, beyond the obvious extension she was of Nestor's being. Now Nestor? Oh, there was precious little Veti wouldn't do for the guy, ever. He had been one of Max's few friends, friends by choice, and that alone made the man a treasure.

But the demoness? The werewolf chuckled under her breath as she pulled little Anastasia closer. It was honestly not worth the chilled breath, to argue about her proper 'predator' status with a demon like Nestor's soul. The words alone said she knew nothing of what makes a predator - or at least a wolf. Wolves are apex predators - relentless in pursuit, ruthless in the hunt, fierce in defense of their dens - but they were never cruel. To even attempt to explain the difference would have been a wretched waste of time - time they were just a little short on at the moment.

Semyon would see to Nestor, but for the moment, Anastasia had a question for the werewolf. "Wolf girl." That made Veti chuckle.

<"I suppose it sounds cryptic, Anastasia,"> Veti said as she held the map out still, <"But it's not near so strange as it might sound. The ice demon - that's his soul. He is demonspawn after all, but she hasn't even a name. Well, any more than you'd name an arm or a leg, I suppose.">

<"But the truth of Nestor is, that he does still have his human heart. He is a man - an extraordinary man, true, who can wield a great deal of power when he chooses. But a man nonetheless, who is also in a great deal of pain."> Veti nodded toward the never-ending flask Nestor had dropped, with a small sigh, dropping the aspect of the werewolf, the woman with hair the color of blood still easily supporting the elf's slender form.

<"He's a good man of the Veiled world, Anastasia. And I do hope that answers - ">

At that very moment Dot piped in, naming Veti the substitute teacher-type with that eternally sardonic tone of voice the werewolf still found unspeakably endearing from a teenage girl with bubblegum pink hair. The stately Vas'o'los spoke, and took the 'key' that she hadn't even realized she carried, and placed the most lovely flower she'd ever seen in her hand. Pristine white, delicate and precious and, strangely enough, even a little warm there in the palm of her hand.

Her human hand, and gently Veti let Anastasia stand to her own feet as the world dissolved, reformed to the tree. She needed no further instruction at all, the chalice formed especially for this otherworldly bloom as Veti set it almost reverently into the cradle. Yet another key of sorts, into its lock.

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"...Ragnarök... "

Words fail me, for how happy this makes me right now Heroes *grins*

And then two great posts right afterward as well. I have some more reading to do, but I hope to have something up this evening. It may not be terribly grand or the like, but yes, all kinds of moving along!

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Good morning all, and yes to you too LimeyPanda, so glad you had a nice weekend too!

And for you Andastra, yes, if you can still get a reply out this morning, I will incorporate your post into mine later on today, so we can keep things moving along.

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THANK YOU DERREN! And Dot, I don't... I don't know quite what to say here... I have never, not even once in my life, been bothered by Yukon Cornelius or his pick axe. Now, did the flying monkeys in the original "Wizard of Oz" freak me out a little? OK yeah, I'll go there and admit it. But... Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? One of my all-time favorites ><

*pats Dot gently* We may just have to... Let this pass... >.>

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Lillian Thorne said
You know, I always found those animations super creepy, even as a kid. *shudders*Like there is this scene where Yukon Cornelius licks his pick-axe, that shit still turns my stomach.

*lesigh*

Thanks Lil, right in the childhood. :(

BUT, the sentiment still stands! *bats eyes at Dot*