southern helle.

#errand gal #avery #closed

Errand Gal || Avery and Maxine || V8 W1 || Tuesday Evening

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“They’re small, private cases. For now, anyway. One of them might get pretty nasty, though, so we’ll see.” He shrugged and stuffed his things into the bag he’d brought before pulling out a card and sliding it across the table. “If I didn’t have to run to a hearing now, I’d sit and get some things from you, but unfortunately, I do need to run.”

Avery gave a small smile and nodded. “Well, that does sound interesting. Maybe we can talk about our cases and things over lunch sometime.” He suggested, standing up a bit straight. “Anyway, I should get going before I’m late. Nice talking to you.” With that, he turned on his heel and threw the bag over his shoulder, practically sprinting out the door.

[closed]

Any habits you have?

“I’m sure I have some off-the-wall habit, but I just wouldn’t be able to tell you ‘cause frankly I don’t know myself.”

#asks #Anonymous

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH ALAN?

“I am a grown woman looking into a job opportunity. It’s nothin’ scandalous.”

#asks #she totally knows it is and #Anonymous

Back Talk || Cole & Maxine || V8 W2 Tuesday Morning

Slowly Cole nodded his head and smiled over at the woman. He knew most people were pretty shook up by this whole thing, so it was nice to know that there was some solidarity between them. “Thanks.” Cole said sincerely, holding his hands together between his knees. “I appreciate it… Honestly, I might take you up on it too, so sorry in advance for being a total downer…”

#back talk #cole #fixin too #maxine shut up #closed

“Don’t apologize,” Maxine said with a wave of her hand. “I’d be more concerned if you were bein’ peppy about this.” There wasn’t anything wrong with trying to see the cup half-full, but sometimes the cup was empty, and that’s just what it was.

Maxine stood, and held her hand out to Cole, “it was nice to meet you. I think I’m fixin’ to get on and finish my errands- like you said, no reason to wallow and dwell. Bye, Cole.”

[Thread: Closed]

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I Failed Hullabaloo // Maxine & Claude // DW AU

A nasty encounter with Scarab Beetles the size of footballs had left him rather speechless, but not enough to entirely forgo the idea of congratulating himself on his close escape. It wasn’t a simple thing, traveling into a hive of the bloody beasties and bringing out an ancient artifact to bring an end about two tribes that had been squabbling and feuding for near a millennium. “Teach you to let bloody Jeffrey play Gathrum with the jewels of a nation, prince or not he’s an idiot, plain and simple!” He exclaimed out loud, glancing up sharply as he heard a footstep.

Then he saw her, a look of shock crossing over his face as he wondered what malfunction had the shields so on the blitz that they’d let in a wandering ape into HIS TARDIS. That, and perhaps a small note of envy at the color of her hair. None that he would admit to at any rate. “No! No! No!” He pointed a finger at her, glaring from across the console. “Oi! Get out! No loitering didn’t you see the sign!? And no visitors either!”

He came round the console, almost aggressively. “What are you doing in here?!” He demanded, curiosity getting the better of him and making him want to search for an answer.

#i failed hullabuloo #claude au #v8 au #do evos exist in this universe

Maxine hadn’t seen a phone booth in New York since she was a little girl. Since cell phones grew in popularity, anything from the 80s seemed to be ancient artifacts never to be seen again. Unless, of course, it was vinyl or a grungy Def Leppard concert tee. It seemed to be new, which piqued her interest even more. Of course, she had to take a step in.

And on the list of things she had expected to see, a full, open interior with a shouting Englishman was not one of them. Phone, sure. Laptop directing one to a business offer, sure. Shady, ill-lit stairway into some illict club, that seemed the most likely. Not this, not by any stretch of her imagination.

“Excuse you,” Maxine snapped, pressing her lips into a thin line whilst he used that tone with her. “There ain’t no sign outside, and I figured, that if a booth shows up in a public park, it’s free for the public to look into.”

Maxine dumbly gestured to the interior of the box, “how are you doin’ this? Some sort of mirror trick?”

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Unexpected Lesson || Sylar & Maxine || V8 W3 || Thursday Afternoon

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He wasn’t a big fan of coffee, but there was a nice shop that also served some highly caffeinated tea, which was exactly what Sylar needed to make it through the day. He needed to talk to Peter about Fortis and maybe Micah about acquiring his ability. If he was going to stick around with Rebel, then they’d need another technopath. Plus, Sylar admittedly wanted to reap the benefits of that delightful ability. There was a certain police file he wanted to disappear.

Although the ex-serial killers head was filled with other thoughts, he still noticed someone in the far corner of the shop as he entered, moving a cup across their table. Or rather, trying to. A smirk crept across Sylar’s face and after placing his order, he walked over, taking the seat opposite her.

“Don’t you think it’s a little dangerous practicing that with Shelby’s new registration act.” he mused, head canting to the side as his eyebrows raised slightly. “You’re also not focusing properly.”

#unexpected lesson #sylar #v8 w3 #illness tw

Maxine didn’t do idle well. She also didn’t do feeling ill well. Of the two evils, though, feeling idle definitely was the worse of the two. So, in spite of feeling like something that was rolled around a truck wheel a few times, she went to the little cafe not too far from her house. It at least made her feel like she wasn’t at home, rotting away.

Warm, green tea didn’t hurt much either. Maxine would glance at the door whenever the little bell rang, half-hoping to see someone she knew, half-hoping to never see anyone again. In walked in a familiar face, but she had trouble placing it in her Dayquil-which-may-as-well-have-been-Nyquil haze.

In her stupor, she would occasionally sit her cup away from her, and try and summon it with her mind. Sometimes it would budge. Other times, it wouldn’t. When the almost-familiar face sat in front of her, she only raised her brows at his comments. “You here to take me away then?” She asked. “And I’ll bare the fact in mind, if ever I have something that puts me on Shelby’s radar, at least, his bad one.” She mumbled.

Gifts || Shay & Maxine || V8 W2 || Saturday Afternoon

Shay smirked at Maxine’s words. “Yeah, I know, but it’s so hard. I like to work, although it shouldn’t be a problem any longer considering Peter fired me yesterday.” She was still bitter and grumbled something under her breath about him being a jackass.

When Maxine showed her concern, Shay nodded in agreement. “Yup, we are. That’s what I told him. He knows but seems adamant about going. Robert’s probably up to something, I’m sure, but, at least, this will give me a chance to make some connects and maybe help the railroad over there. Possibly work something out with transportation away from Japan for those who need it.”

“What for?” Maxine asked, absolutely appalled. Shay, by all accounts of what she had seen, was a good employee, a real force to be reckoned with. She couldn’t, on her own, think of any rational reason Peter would do that. “Mm, I bet he’s just stressed to hell and ain’t thinkin’ clearly.”

Maxine nodded, listening to Shay, “that’s good, though. I’m sure there’s a lot of people who need it. Would they be comin’ to New York?” She asked. Vigilante type-things weren’t something she was typically involved in- or had the desire to be involved in- but as it seemed with everything, sometimes the physical movement was better than the paper movement. “You’ll probably want to find someone who forges documents for that, especially with the EHRA catchin’ speed.”

#gifts #maxine

Dragons || Avery and Maxine || V8 AU || Afternoon

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“That’s so rude, Maxine. What are you going to call it then, huh? Dragon? That is so absurd.” Admittedly, his feelings were a little hurt, but Avery wasn’t going to tell her that. He was just a little too prideful and Maine just seemed to set on her answers.

However, when Maxine finally gave in a named the dragon, he grinned widely. “We can name her whatever you want and yes, I will have Cordelia trained by the end of the month. BUT, she has to stay here so she can get used to the environment.”

#dragons #averyau #shes warming up to the dragon and will never ever tell him

“She can stay outside, until she knows that talons don’t go on the furniture.” Maxine said sternly. Sure, it was a bit cliche, but she liked keeping everything clean and all her furniture in tact was important to her. Good housekeeping, being well kept, all of those things.

Maxine looked at the dragon again, then back to Avery, “will she need a sweater?” She asked. Not that she cared if the tiny creature would get cold outside, of course. But it was the humane thing to ask about.

#deep breaths #toby #closed

Deep Breaths || Toby and Maxine || V8 W1 || Monday Afternoon

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“Likewise.” Toby said with a polite smile, shaking her hand before leaning back into his chair and watching the young lady leave. Why the school would reach out to him at this point, he still didn’t know, but if it was the opportunity to gain another contract, then he certainly wan’t going to complain.

[CLOSED]

Gifts || Shay & Maxine || V8 W2 || Saturday Afternoon

“Well, that’s good! You’re at least better off than I am.” she mused, grinning at Maxine. “I’ve got a shit-ton of stuff to do between Fortis and other things. But anyway, yeah the honeymoon was short, but we decided to keep it that way since there’s not much we can do while I’m pregnant anyway.”

She smiled a little wider at Maxine. “We’ll probably try to go again later, maybe get Judi to watch the baby in a few months and leave on some crazy trip that Robert wants to go on. Actually, I think we’re going to Japan in a few days now, just because Robert wants to and, I don’t know.” Shay shrugged and pressed her lips into a thin line.

#gifts #shay #hey mom do you want another sad hc

“I can respect that,” Maxine mused. She’d imagine that if ever she were to find herself in a similar situation to Shay, she would put off or cut a honeymoon short as well. “Just don’t overwork yourself. You got friends to help you out if you need it- use us.” She advised.

Maxine couldn’t help but contort her face into confusion before resting back to a neutral expression, “Japan? Is that safe for y’all? You’re both Specials, right?” She knew that Shay could hold her own- she was made of tougher stuff. But still, Japan didn’t look kindly upon her type. “Keep in touch with me, please. That’s just scary.”

Back Talk || Cole & Maxine || V8 W2 Tuesday Morning

Nodding his head, Cole leaned back and answered. “Just kind of everything. The uh… You know, attack, and the forensics after. All that stuff.” How he was even going to begin he had no idea. It wasn’t like he particularly wanted anything to do with this bit. Maybe he’d take Maxine’s advice and take a few days of before heading in there.

Cole thought about for a moment, but finally rationalised it. “Like you said, the mess ain’t going anywhere. The longer I put it off, the more I’ll think about it, you know? The worse it’ll get… I just need to turn my brain off and get it over with. I think.” He shrugged, smiling slightly at his own indecisiveness.

#back talk #cole #i dont even know anymore #all my muses feel weird right now and im just

“Mhm,” She hummed, shaking her head. She could understand wanting to just get the entire thing over it. Procrastination had a funny way of building up dread or guilt or whatever negative emotion was most prominent in the situation.

Maxine sighed, “Well, whenever you’re done with that task, and you feel the need to talk about it, I’m not a councilor or anythin’ by any means, but I have an office on campus. I wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to talk about it.” Maxine offered, seriously doubting she’d be taken up on the offer, but it was the only kindness she could think of.

Deep Breaths || Toby and Maxine || V8 W1 || Monday Afternoon

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“Not frightened.” He stated plainly, ticking off a few more notes. “My children have powers. It’s a practical thing.” Toby finished reading through everything, setting it back down on the desk. “No amendments, only minor adjustments to be made and you’ll be set.”

#deep breaths #toby #you can close it out

“Really?” Maxine asked, thoroughly intrigued. “Hm, nonetheless, offers still up.” She said with a smile, then leaned to look at the papers, “Thank you so much for goin’ over this. I know it was all short notice, but you’re the best for the job.” Maxine stood and held out her hand, “have a great day, Mr. Grimes.”

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CND | Field Fox !!!

#likes #wardrobe #queuellujah

Admiral Arms|| Caitlin and Maxine || V8 W1 || Saturday Afternoon

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Caitlin smiled slight at the phrase, but Maxine’s words about registration had her absently reaching for the water glass she kept under the bar, disappointment flitting across her face. “Haven’t followed these politics long, if I’m honest,” she said after taking a sip.

She couldn’t exactly contribute to the conversation with what she knew about the parallel world. She wished it didn’t matter at all. But the memory of recommended ability disclosure resurfaced. Turning to respond to Maxine, she was interrupted by another customer. Caitlin poured a beer and passed it across before returning a minute later.

“Don’t worry. I don’t often have the chance of a good talk about this lately, but between the two of us I’m against this Special hate. They’re only people.” Caitlin caught the byline one the TV, read it for a moment, and then frowned. “Unfortunately, people get terribly excited when something bad happens. No one’s inclined to think about it much.” She nodded at the other woman. “Name’s Caitlin, by the way.”

“Amen,” Maxine said, sighing deep, and forcing herself away from the television to give her attention to Caitlin. She couldn’t be entirely sure if it were out of pity or obligation or the slim chance of genuine interest that the other woman was listening to her. “I’m Maxine.” She replied.

She shrugged, “I don’t blame you for not followin’ us. Were I not born and raised here, I’d probably be just as content to let the news go in one ear and out the other,” She admitted. “But we’re here and may as well pay Big Brother some mind.” She conceded.

“But it’s always nice to hear, that you don’t hate them. I wish more people would go ahead and breathe and think this all through.”

#admiral arms #caitlin

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Pretty Little Lies // Alan & Maxine // V8 w2 Friday Morning

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Once they were in the car it was clear that Alan’s driving style was the style of a person that enjoyed living dangerously every now and then. Perhaps it was all the meetings and the talks he had to give, but the speed demon in him had never quite been outgrown. He chuckled at her answer, feeling that he was certainly drawing his little fish in with the bait he’d set. “Oh I know you want the job,” He nodded, “You wouldn’t have gotten in here unless you did.” He knew how all these little people were, especially her type. He’d done his homework.

“The good news—Is I want you to want the job.” He flashed her a grin, “Or more specifically, I’ve got a good mind to give it to you. You seem a capable young woman. Smart too. I can use that, and you can too. In fact I encourage you to.” He added, glancing at her before taking a turn. “I like Illinois.” He mused, “Lots of little county roads and little towns. These big places, New York. Their taste gets a little old after awhile. All the smog maybe.”

He allowed her to name her terms before speaking his own part. “I have no quarrel with the school, so why not?” He laughed at her accusation though, “Well you’re certainly entitled to your opinion, even if it is slightly misinformed.” He winked at her, taking another turn. “The problems Petrelli school has run into were bound to arise sooner or later. They simply aren’t equipped to deal with the problem. One school can only do so much. I’m honestly not trying to destroy a single school,” He chuckled, “Waste of my office.” He pursed his lips, as if thinking hard. “But you have me interested. Voice of the people so to speak. Do you think I’m taking a personal vendetta against the school? If so why?” He gestured vaguely, “Go ahead. Maybe I can give you a bit more of a truthful picture than the press.”

#pretty little lies #alan #im so sorry if any of this is disjointed #im like barely awake rn

“Don’t be cocky,” Maxine said with a roll of her eyes. Of course it was telling on her part to have gotten in the car on account of this job, but he didn’t have to be blunt and blatant about it, “it’s unbecomin’.” Maxine half-pouted, knowing that he had a point and definitely wasn’t wrong about her wanting the job. As much guilt as she had about it, that was the fact of the entire matter.

Maxine settled into the seat, not denying that she enjoyed the compliments. It was nice to hear things like that now and again, especially from those in power, no matter how unseemly. “I’m glad we hold the same views on me bein’ on staff,” She said with a wide, appreciative smile.

The feeling lasted for but a moment. Here he was moving away from the safety of a job opportunity and into the territory of politics. The same charming snake that he was up on stage. “Of course it seems personal,” Maxine stated, as if it were clear as day. “Maybe not right now, but its no small secret the public’s mighty unnerved about puttin’ a bunch of powered kids in one building. And with your registration act... it’d make sense we’re next on your Specials hit-list. And need I remind you, our last proper meetin’, I believe you referred to us as a “lost cause”. We’re a specialty school with volatile components, we learn as we go.” She tried to defend, though even to her it sounded weak. “So, I don’t believe the news are wrong in presumin’ you’ve got your eye on closin’ us out next.”

Errand Gal || Avery and Maxine || V8 W1 || Tuesday Evening

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Avery glanced at her when she asked what he’d been doing for such a short amount of time. “Just brushing up on some old, well-known court cases.” He answered, giving a small smile. “I’m a lawyer and sometimes looking back on historic situations helps me with my own cases.”

While still gathering his things and shoving them into his bag, Avery noticed some of the books and paperwork she’d laid on the table. “What about you?” He didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. The woman still looked young enough to be in her last years of law school, but looks could be deceiving.