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Rumors, rumors, Do you shudder to think If I would come closer what would happen to you?
The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up already. Just /who/ are you?
Fire crotch, that’s not fair. I thought we were starting to get along and now you’re threatening the lively hood of my potential offspring by sending your demon lovers at me.
It’s all in the details, darling. How goes the paramour?
My fiance is great. Thank you for asking.
Rumors, rumors, Do you shudder to think If I would come closer what would happen to you?
The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up already. Just /who/ are you?
I’d rather not, fire crotch. You ever try to fuck your boyfriend and then get interrupted by Bobby-Joe as he rants about his death to you?
Were you ever in the middle of a wet dream about your boyfriend only to realize it was a Succubus instead? No, you have not? I want details, lots of them when they come. Goodnight, darling.
Fire crotch, that’s not fair. I thought we were starting to get along and now you’re threatening the lively hood of my potential offspring by sending your demon lovers at me.
Rumors, rumors, Do you shudder to think If I would come closer what would happen to you?
The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up already. Just /who/ are you?
Reputation? Let me check your file, darling.
File? Aren’t we ballsy.
Congratulations, I just happen to know a few spirits who would love to get to know you. I’ll just pass on your name. Pleasant dreams, darling boy, when they come. Love and Kisses, Fire crotch.
I’d rather not, fire crotch. You ever try to fuck your boyfriend and then get interrupted by Bobby-Joe as he rants about his death to you?
Rumors, rumors, Do you shudder to think If I would come closer what would happen to you?
The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up already. Just /who/ are you?
Hotshot? Do I have some reputation that I haven’t heard about? Crazy hair…crazy eyes and smoking hot…are you one of those Mayfair people? I don’t really care much for keeping records on those running around presently - I’ve got a hard enough time dealing with the dead people that talk to me.
Reputation? Let me check your file, darling.
File? Aren’t we ballsy.
ofthetalamasca started following you.
“What are you doing here, child? Inspecting me?”
“I guess I am…I mean, I’ve read about you so maybe I’m just another fan.”
He is dabbling around the net fishing out info, Daddy dearest.
Daddy dearest? I don’t think I saw daddy kink in your file.
We cannot have effective communication like this. Would you care to meet and discuss the truth or the fictitious version of it?
Nah, you might eat me. I’m good.
ofthetalamasca started following you.
“What are you doing here, child? Inspecting me?”
“I guess I am…I mean, I’ve read about you so maybe I’m just another fan.”
He is dabbling around the net fishing out info, Daddy dearest.
Daddy dearest? I don’t think I saw daddy kink in your file.
ofthetalamasca started following you.
“What are you doing here, child? Inspecting me?”
“I guess I am...I mean, I’ve read about you so maybe I’m just another fan.”
*whispers* someone give me the tumblr messenger plz.
Rumors, rumors, Do you shudder to think If I would come closer what would happen to you?
The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up already. Just /who/ are you?
Former. I’m former Talamasca. I’m secretly watching the actions of the organization from afar but Miller…yeah he’s a friend of mine.
Again, I ask. Who the hell are you?
You’re the “Former” Talamascan, hotshot. Can you not figure it out? I believe we are both computer literate. Make a phone call or two.
Hotshot? Do I have some reputation that I haven’t heard about? Crazy hair...crazy eyes and smoking hot...are you one of those Mayfair people? I don’t really care much for keeping records on those running around presently - I’ve got a hard enough time dealing with the dead people that talk to me.
Rumors, rumors, Do you shudder to think If I would come closer what would happen to you?
The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up already. Just /who/ are you?
Oh, this sweet victory of toying with not one, but two, Talamascan boys! Darling, I’m applaud that you asked such a question. Close the computer screen down and text your colleague, Miller. You both seem to share something in common tonight.
Former. I'm former Talamasca. I'm secretly watching the actions of the organization from afar but Miller...yeah he's a friend of mine.
Again, I ask. Who the hell are you?
Rumors, rumors, Do you shudder to think If I would come closer what would happen to you?
The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up already. Just /who/ are you?
Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.
-A text message is sent to his phone. Number: Unknown.- Have you watched the news lately Thomas? Are you responsible or are you innocent?
With rising turmoil within the Talamasca, Thomas had taken the necessary precautions to disband from the order once again in order to protect himself. His cases and files of course left with him. His reasoning for taking his research was simply to keep tabs on rising issues himself, tracking partial movement within the order and keeping open communication within the spirit world.
He sure didn’t need to see the television broadcasts to hear of the harm done, the Spirits had been buzzing about it nonstop, each poking fingers in various directions at who could be responsible. Supernatural beings that had passed along had their own opinions as well, painfully angry about the situation and clogging his headspace.
Phone buzzed, number unknown. He couldn’t help but feel as if there were an underlying threat to his own safety as he responded with shaky hands before sending another of his own.
[text: Unknown] You know damn well it wasn’t me. Got a half a dozen ideas on who it could be. Lucky if I share with you.
[text: Miller] What the fuck? Do you feel them too?
[text: Thomas] You’ll always be welcomed back. Things are tough but the S.G. does seem to be trying to get their shit together.
[text: Thomas] I can’t go to Miami. Too close to New Orleans. Never should have gone near there to begin with. Long story.
[text: Thomas] Might send someone to help keep an eye on you if you want it. Unless you’ve got someone you can tag along with? Safety in numbers.
[text: Miller] There is someone I could bring but I don’t want to let them anywhere near this mess. If you’ve got someone to tag along, I appreciate it.
[text: Miller] Where can I find you if you aren’t going there? Be safe.
[text: Thomas] I’m sticking close to London. Though even that is feeling too compromised lately.
[text: Thomas] Might skip over to Rome here soon. Not hard to move my operations when they rely on a computer. Way easier than the days of needing to haul a library of research notes like they did back then.
[text: Thomas] If by ‘someone’ you mean Marcus, he sent me a random message already. So he’s aware of the situation.
[text: Miller] Rome? Are you travelling alone or you gonna use the buddy system.
[text: Miller] Yeah. I don't want him to get hurt. I know that this is chaotic right now but I proposed to him. Figured no time like impending doom.
Paris, our thoughts and prayers are with you ❤️
-A text message is sent to his phone. Number: Unknown.- Have you watched the news lately Thomas? Are you responsible or are you innocent?
With rising turmoil within the Talamasca, Thomas had taken the necessary precautions to disband from the order once again in order to protect himself. His cases and files of course left with him. His reasoning for taking his research was simply to keep tabs on rising issues himself, tracking partial movement within the order and keeping open communication within the spirit world.
He sure didn’t need to see the television broadcasts to hear of the harm done, the Spirits had been buzzing about it nonstop, each poking fingers in various directions at who could be responsible. Supernatural beings that had passed along had their own opinions as well, painfully angry about the situation and clogging his headspace.
Phone buzzed, number unknown. He couldn’t help but feel as if there were an underlying threat to his own safety as he responded with shaky hands before sending another of his own.
[text: Unknown] You know damn well it wasn’t me. Got a half a dozen ideas on who it could be. Lucky if I share with you.
[text: Miller] What the fuck? Do you feel them too?
[text: Thomas] You’ll always be welcomed back. Things are tough but the S.G. does seem to be trying to get their shit together.
[text: Thomas] I can’t go to Miami. Too close to New Orleans. Never should have gone near there to begin with. Long story.
[text: Thomas] Might send someone to help keep an eye on you if you want it. Unless you’ve got someone you can tag along with? Safety in numbers.
[text: Miller] There is someone I could bring but I don't want to let them anywhere near this mess. If you've got someone to tag along, I appreciate it.
[text: Miller] Where can I find you if you aren't going there? Be safe.
-A text message is sent to his phone. Number: Unknown.- Have you watched the news lately Thomas? Are you responsible or are you innocent?
With rising turmoil within the Talamasca, Thomas had taken the necessary precautions to disband from the order once again in order to protect himself. His cases and files of course left with him. His reasoning for taking his research was simply to keep tabs on rising issues himself, tracking partial movement within the order and keeping open communication within the spirit world.
He sure didn’t need to see the television broadcasts to hear of the harm done, the Spirits had been buzzing about it nonstop, each poking fingers in various directions at who could be responsible. Supernatural beings that had passed along had their own opinions as well, painfully angry about the situation and clogging his headspace.
Phone buzzed, number unknown. He couldn’t help but feel as if there were an underlying threat to his own safety as he responded with shaky hands before sending another of his own.
[text: Unknown] You know damn well it wasn’t me. Got a half a dozen ideas on who it could be. Lucky if I share with you.
[text: Miller] What the fuck? Do you feel them too?
[text: Thomas] No one’s going to get into my phone. And I’m not afraid of no S.G. I do what I want. YOLO.
[text: Thomas] Right now the S.G. is pulling everyone in for meetings and sending them to Miami. Be careful there in NOLA. Rumor has it the baddies are HQed there.
[text: Thomas] If you feel that something is off at all – trust your instinct.
[text: Miller] Did you just use YOLO? Good to see you’ve still got a sense of humor man. Don’t let them kill that in you. Maybe after some shit changes and blows over...maybe I’ll come back. Help rebuild.
[text” Miller] The baddies huh? Probably why they think I had something to do with it. I knew I had psychic powers but man, didn’t think i could make vampires poof into flame. Poor joke?
[text: Miller] Are you going to Miami?
