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DON'T CALL ME MADAME! (Indie RP for Mary Vanderwood III from Mystic Messenger. Written by Mysty.)

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unleashedcerberus‌:

Vincent was still trying to find his way around this impossibly tangled city. It would have been harder had he not been able to speak the language. Being functionally illiterate was bad enough.

Who the hell was this? “You… could say that.”

He was acting defensive- which Vanderwood couldn’t exactly blame him for.  Still, he found himself rolling his eyes.  “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna steal your fucking lunch money or something.  I just have this bizarre need to make sure kids like you are safe.  Or you know, not committing federal crimes.”

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Oh look, there’s someone at who probably looks about as done with everything as Vanderwood.

It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t look anymore than 18.

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Vanderwood is not normally one to talk to people who look distraught but- on the other hand, the kid was putting out the vibes of someone who’d been wronged about as much as he had.

“Look like you’ve been beaten to hell and back, kid.”

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((Starter call!))

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For @vanderweek Day 1: Guardian (I’m so late but work is a B****) I credit @lokiiwood for my current Vanderwood obsession, their writing is amazing!! + first drawing for this fandom haha!

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Vanderwood! (Braids by Seven? +_+)

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Seven just pulls out his phone, types a few things in and brings up a picture.  “Here.”

And he just stares.  “It’s one of those Pokemon things you’re always going after, isn’t it?”

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“You poor ignorant soul.”

“...do I even want to know what it is now?”

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wantaspacewedding‌:

“You don’t know what a Jolteon is?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew what it was.”

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wantaspacewedding‌:

“Jolteon then?”

“What the fuck is a Jolteon?”

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“I didn’t realize I had any to get out.” 

“I am not a dog, let alone a puppy.”

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“Like a good puppy.”

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“Excuse the fuck out of you?”

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cheerfulpartycoordinator‌:

“Oh…y-yeah, um, good call,” MC agreed. She wasn’t keen on the idea of anyone fighting a wolf, either, even someone like Vanderwood with shocky powers.

“Maybe you could just smoke with a window open a little?”

He shook his head.  “I’m making coffee,” he said before he headed in that direction.

“...he’s trained to not smoke inside.  Luciel’s pulled too many pranks on him for it,” V said quietly.

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cheerfulpartycoordinator‌:

MC’s gaze followed after Vanderwood as he quickly departed. She wasn’t sure if the subect had made him that uncomfortable, or if he’d known something else and wanted to give them more privacy.

“…o-oh. I…I’m not sure how I would have handled it. Ray said h-he’d made it specially for me, and…it was kind of a large bottle…”

Not that V hadn’t already seen. He’d been the one to interrupt, after all.

“This is really, really bad, isn’t it?” she finally asked, rather helplessly. “Is this…w-why you were so stressed before?”

“...part of it, yes.” He bit his lip before hearing Vanderwood quickly coming back inside.  He was about to ask if he needed his cigarettes, when he was interrupted.

“There’s a fucking wolf out there and I am not about to fight it for the right to be outside.”

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cheerfulpartycoordinator‌:

MC’s heart sank further. “S-So that liquid he wanted me to drink…a-and those syringes, those were all…”

She remembered what Ray had said, about knowing the taste, and how he didn’t like it at first, either.

“I-Is Ray drugged, too?”

Vanderwood coughed awkwardly at that, turning to the door.  “I’m going out for a smoke.” He didn’t even wait for either of the others to say anything, simply hightailing it.  Without the pack of cigarettes he’d left on the table, V noticed.

V sighed.  “They created that concoction under the belief that it would make people happier.  It’s not... entirely dangerous, as it can be easily flushed out of the body.  But it’s addictive and... it causes people to feel nothing but elation.” A pause.  “Or it’s supposed to.  People with emotional or mental problems tend to... react badly to it depending on the dosage.”

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cheerfulpartycoordinator‌:

“B-But…is it safe to go back to Seoul?” MC asked nervously. “You saw what he did with the sky…w-what if he does that in the city? Lots of people would get hurt!”

And it didn’t seem like Ray could even understand that it was hurting people, if what he said in the chatroom was any indication.

“Maybe w-we could get close enough to, um, call Jumin and the police?”

“707′s already on it.  But he’s taking some time because they need to be careful about it.” Vanderwood rolled his eyes.  “Something about how not all the followers are willing, so they don’t want to hurt innocent people.”

V frowned. “MC is not the only one they’ve kidnapped, and she is not the only one to be brought to drug against their will.”

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cheerfulpartycoordinator‌:

Spoken like someone who didn’t know what Miles could, and would, do when he was upset. But Vanderwood was right – they could track them down on foot, if Ray didn’t outright pull them back in time.

MC lifted her head, looking from Vanderwood to V. “S-So…what do we do?”

“For now... nothing.” Vanderwood checked his watch.  “We shouldn’t travel by day if we can help it.  So we’ll try to get some rest here and keep a lookout for any freaks in robes.  We’ll get going again once the sun sets.  I can probably get us to Seoul in an hour or two.”

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cheerfulpartycoordinator‌:

MC was uncomfortably aware that neither of them were answering her question. That…probably meant it was true. She could be tossed right back into the room at the cult. Would she even remember? If they could change time, maybe she wouldn’t even know it.

That was really scary to think about.

MC dropped her head into her hands. “…M-Miles is going to be soooooo upset…”

Vanderwood rolled his eyes.  “I think an upset lawyer is the least of our problems right now.  707 may have blocked tracking here, but we can’t stay too long.  Nothing’s stopping them from finding us by foot.”

“That’s true as well...” V closed his eyes.  “But we also need to rest.”