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Mz.Hyde
Mz.Hyde 
@disqus_NnFUI30kih a year ago
Guess who turned 20 yesterday (on June 24th)?!?!
THIS GIRL!
And good lord do I feel old now...
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Setae • a year ago
Happy 20th birthday! Hope it was a good one.
(But jeez, dude, I’m 21. You’re making me feel extra old)
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RBDECEPTICON17  Setae • a year ago
I'm 20 as well, so I feel your pain, Mz Hyde.
And your 21, Astrid? Oh god you must feel ancient. 0_0
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Setae  RBDECEPTICON17 • a year ago • edited
Yes, now that you mention it. I have a tough time understanding the youth these days. I just want to shake my head at them and tell them how much worse we had it back in the 2000’s.
(Also, I had you pecked at 18 or something, what the hay?)
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Jekyll1886 • a year ago
((Helen Jekyll A continuation of the Other Hela RP.))
Helen Jekyll Jekyll1886 • 2 days ago
Hela absorbed the information with a look of mild annoyance, irritated she was only managing to learn this after already attempting to fight the vampire.
Her expression shifted, however, at the plan Lewis offered.
“...We are going to kill Ayato?”
The emphasis on the plural was paired with a skeptical lift of her eyebrow.
Jekyll1886 Helen Jekyll • 2 days ago
He shrugged.
"Until I vanish back to another dimension, it's not as if I've anything more exciting to do."
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
“Oh good, I was afraid you were offering assistance out of the kindness of your heart,” She said flatly with a snort, setting the decanter on the table where it’d be within easy reach for her, but not for her uninvited guest.
“You do realize that with this plan of yours, you and I would likely have to work near one another for... what could be quite a bit of time, don’t you?”
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
"And?"
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited
“And I don’t want to sleep in the presence of another who would have no qualms about smothering me while I was unconscious.” I know that I would be sorely tempted, given the chance. “How could you and I possibly trust one another to at the very least refrain from playing dirty, if we must attempt homicide?”
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago • edited
"You assume this is going to take longer than a day. With any luck, he'll be nothing but a memory and I'll find my way back before that."
He thought to take out his pocket watch, but realized it was unlikely to reflect the hour with any accuracy in this dimension, so he refrained.
"What time is it, by the by?"
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
Hela shrugged and leaned her side against the table.
“Few hours after my breakfast and a few ‘till sundown—I don’t keep much track of it, but there’s a window upstairs if you’d like to check for yourself.”
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
"I may do."
He rose and looked briefly toward the kitchen before slipping past her and up the stairs.
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited
The second story was, if such a thing was even possible, in worse condition than the downstairs. Little more than a dimly lit hall, it had four rooms in total lining the walls, two per left and right side.
One door to Weir’s left and forward a couple steps from the stairs, was slightly ajar, though the angle allowed him only the glimpse of wall darkened with stains, while the other door to his back remained closed. The two vampire-like souls of Alicia’s children were in the room behind, huddled close in a corner.
To his right while still on the steps, there was another pair of doors, both closed from view, though the one nearest had several locks positioned on the outside of the door that would keep things in. At the moment, however, none of the bolts were engaged.
The alternate Hela had paused a few moments to watch Lewis climb a majority of the stairs from her position at the table, then proceeded to follow him up with a seemingly disinterested air.
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago
Lewis headed for the room toward the front of the house, the one on his left and farther away as he walked along the upstairs hallway.
Before long, he'd found the window and peered out into the neighborhood beyond.
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago
From the long, dreary shadows cast onto the street, it was evident that the sun was sitting somewhere low on the horizon behind the house.
The neighborhood itself was by no means a wealthy sort, though out of all the neglected and ill-kept houses within it, the building Hela and the two vampire children resided in was by far the worst.
As Weir peered out the window, a crooked little desk and chair sat behind him, covered in numerous oddities, along with quite a few gashes in its wood.
It was a vast collection of items, including a dirty jar filled to the brim with the varying currencies of fifty or so different dimensions, short stacks of papers and journals with everything from sketches of otherworldly organisms to nearly incomprehensible scrawling to what appeared to be blueprints for futuristic machines, and laying at the edge of it all, a Society of Arcane Sciences business card, slightly stained with blood.
Interestingly, the singular closed drawer of the desk seemed to contain some array of devices, both functioning and not, their presence betrayed by the energy they gave off.
Hela drew near and leaned against the doorway of the office, quirking her head as she settled in to watch Lewis.
“You really think you can track down and kill Ayato in less than a day?”
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Tairais • a year ago
(( chatterghosts I have finally somewhat dragged myself from the rubble!
anentirerice:
Huxley had his eyes fixed quite particularly on the fine chandelier ahead, and it took a jab in the ribs from Elias for him to focus once more. When Huxley turned his attention back to them, Elias said, “I think we should find him. It’ll give us partial surprise, no?”
“He’ll feel that we’re here anyway, so we may as well just wait,” Huxley responded flatly. Then, he added, “And you’re not exactly in a position to wander around a giant castle.”
Elias stared at him for a moment, frowning uncertainly, before he let his gaze wander and climb along the mossy walls. “I suppose...” ))
Charricthran shrugged, eyes carving slices from their surroundings.
"Either way works, though ya best be prepared ta get wounded: Hannibal's a sight older, more experienced, brutal, yada yada, than Will, who could sometimes be best called 'brash'."
Not ta mention, I'm sure he's gonna love tha' I brought someone else ta finish up this deal, considerin' I could'a done it on my own dial. Least this way, everybody gets closure tha' wanted it.
His words felt as if they were prying their way past teeth, dripping to the ground like living water onto the could-be-living stone. Even the air was heavy, thick with the weight of damp and green life creeping, slithering across the walls that did little to hide the tang of copper in the back of his throat.
There were footsteps in the distance, echoing as a pin might drop in the otherwise-silence. Charricthran twitched, his eyes swiveled towards the sound of their own accord, but he did not move.
Either Hannibal would come to them, or Elias would go charging off again. Regardless of what happened, he had his role to play, and this time around it didn't include him getting his a*se handed to him on a silver platter decorated with garlic.
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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago
Elias swiveled his head, staring down at the empty space shoulder-down that still wasn’t fully reoriented, still felt a twitch wrong and hollow. “I shouldn’t have any trouble.”
Surprisingly, he made no move to run off.
And Huxley counted the seconds in silence, watching the limited outcomes in his head drop like flies.
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MillieGriffin • a year ago
(Tairais
Charricthran smothered a twinge of irritation towards himself at failing to understand what, exactly, Millie had needed.
Ah, well. Nothin' ta be done for it now, s'pose.
He glanced towards Richard again, shirt unbuttoned and lines drawn on his chest. The sight twisted itself into a dagger, slid against the soft skin of his arms as they struggled against restraints in a place cold and damp and he had to find Richard before this got out of hand-
Nope. nopenopenope.
"You have my apologies 's well- must've lost somethin' in translation, else I would've.. mentioned."
His voice slipped hollow, despite his smile, despite the twinkle of gratitude and relief that still hadn't left.
"I'll be by the fireplace if either o' ya need me. Don' wanna distract an' all. Richard'd be a sight miffed if I caused him ta have a scarred heart as well."
With that, he turned on his heel and walked out calmly, all but falling into a chair the next room over, all but Falling into The Other underneath it's shadow, just barely hanging on to that real, tangible place he'd left behind.
Some things were better forgotten. For both of them.
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"Right, then," replied Lewis, disinfecting his hands and readying his scalpel. "'Tis time to give him the kindest cut of all."
He proceeded to make the surgical incisions, using further implements to hold back the flaps of tissue and thus keep Richard's heart accessible for Millie.
"There we are," he pronounced when all was in readiness for her.
He stepped back, allowing her more room.)
When Weir did the incision Millie has stayed just outside the door, but she could still hear the cracking of the ribcage as it was opened and pulled back. Every crack she heard twisted another knot in her stomach as she fought more memories from taking over. When he pronounced that he had fineshed Millie came up to the body meekly with a step stool, the sight before her when she stepped up to it made her head spin.
stop being weak! you can do this damnit! stop being so damn weak!
She grabbed the large syringe full of the cells, Lewis... Co... could you hold me back so I don't fall forward..." She uttered before leaning towards the heart. She did her best to keep her hands steady as she started to close up the holes by piping the cells on the edges and working her way in.
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Jekyll1886  MillieGriffin • a year ago
"Of course, dear."
Belatedly, he realized what he'd said, and prayed Millie didn't loathe the term as much as Hela and Rose did. He took solace that he'd uttered it in an avuncular tone, at least.
He supported the younger Griffin regardless, just as she'd requested.
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MillieGriffin  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited
Millie had too much on her mind to acknowledge Weir's words of endearment as she worked maticulisly on the Swiss cheese heart.
just focus on the work, just focus on the work, just focus on the work, just focus on the work--
Gradually the holes started to get smaller and fewer until there were none left.
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The Fox • a year ago
( HONK HONK Jekyll1886 Here we are! Took me awhile, some dinner, and the caring of pups, but here we are! Let's pick up where we lat were.( For those curious, this is the continuation of From Hell to Rehab. ) )
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Richard swallowed and shuffled back, trying to detangle himself from the situation. He turned to hide his face as a pained, remorseful grimace twisted his features. He hid this, leaning into his elbow and resting it on a knee.
Desirae came down beside him and tried to get him to unfold himself.
" [ Richard? Richard please...
You don't have to be scared anymore! What ever it is, it doesn't matter anymore. Just be honest... ] "
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