› [ MICHAEL TREVINO / CIS MALE ] ┊ STEFAN REYES ― This TWENTY NINE YEAR OLD SUPERNATURAL ( WITCH ) is AGAINST the humans. HE has lived in Marion for BORN HERE/RETURNED FEW MONTHS AGO in the GREENWILLOW APARTMENTS neighborhood, working as an PARAMEDIC. There are no winners in this war, and HE is NOT AT RISK of losing the supernatural war.
“… and then I had a guy came in who had ingested some… questionable things and oh boy was that fun to watch those come through,” Chloe said, telling her cousin about her latest shift at the hospital. She had come over for their weekly dinner — today was Taco Tuesday, so with a beer in hand she was busy chopping up the toppings. While their dinners might not happen every single week, it was something that they tried to do as a family when they could, and she was always happy to try to cook for him, even if she was the one to eat most of the food. ( @stefanreyes )
Stefan looked at his cousin in amusement as the other went on about her day. “You pick the weirdest topics to talk about when you are cooking.” he noted, scoffing a little as he brought out more vegetables from the fridge and placed it on the counter. “That must be Sawyer with Belle.” he told her when they heard the door bell ring just then, a smile on his lips as he opened the door and he found the two outside. “How’s my little princess?” he said as the little girl jumped into his arms. “Come on in.” he told Sawyer before he walked over back to his cousin with his daughter in his arms. “Aunt Chloe is making tacos for all of us.” @ofhominum
› [ MICHAEL TREVINO / CIS MALE ] ┊ STEFAN REYES ― This TWENTY-NINE-YEAR-OLD SUPERNATURAL ( WITCH ) is AGAINST the humans. HE has lived in Marion for BORN HERE/ RETURNED FEW MONTHS AGO in the GREENWILLOW APARTMENTS neighborhood, working as a PARAMEDIC. There are no winners in this war, and HE is NOT AT RISK of losing the supernatural war.
↳ BASICS.
FULL NAME: Stefan Reyes
AGE: 29
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cis male & Pansexual
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6′ & 81kg
SPECIES: Witch
GIVEN POWER: Life & Death Manipulation
HOUSING: Currently resides at Greenwillow Apartments, Family home is at Edgewater Orchard.
HOMETOWN: Born and raised at Marion. Moved to New York for a few years before returning in 2019.
OCCUPATION: Paramedic and co-owner of Ambrosia Apothecary
WITCHES: He may not openly say that witches as a species are superior to others, but he does believe that. After all they do have powers the other species could only dream of.
WEREWOLVES & VAMPIRES: The abilities of these creatures are something he’s always been interested in and he likes to study their powers and harness it for his own use.
HUNTERS & HUMANS: Don’t really care about what they do as long as they don’t cross his path.
↳ STORY.
Stefan was born and raised in Marion, son of two powerful witches, Alejandro & Leticia, whose ancestry went back centuries. But their magical line didn’t stay all magical -- his mother’s family had a secret which she did not even share with her husband. With one of her ancestors having married and procreated with a human centuries ago against the will of his coven, the witches cursed him in their anger and since then the magical line had been tainted, so to speak -- several of the descendants in the family being born with no magic in their blood at all. It was a secret well-guarded within the family though. These non-magical children were often killed or sent away where nobody knew them, stories fabricated to hide what really happened to them. It was what happened to Leticia’s brother too, which meant that she had a lot on the line when she had children with the power-hungry Alejandro Reyes. When all she wanted was a family, her husband wanted nothing but power and fame, to make a name for themselves in the world -- which he did. And when they had children, they were mere pawns to him, not to be loved but to be used, trophies to bring glory to the family name and carry on his legacy.
As a child, he was cared for very little. And if he had been cared for, he didn’t remember much. Long time ago, he had an older sister. He had been five and she had been twelve. Her name was Maria and there wasn’t much he remembered of her. There were few memories, where she played with him and they laughed. And then he remembered his sister’s screaming, always her screaming. He didn’t understand what was happening. He didn’t know that at twelve the girl still had no magic and his father didn’t want her, not when she seemed like she would grow to be a mere human. It wasn’t long after that Stefan attended the funeral of his mother and sister. A tragic accident, they said, but he knew deep down as he grew up that it was no accident -- it was his father’s doing.
After that it was just him and his father, with no love lost between them, but Stefan chose to keep his home life a secret. He didn’t share with a soul what had happened to the rest of his family and lived his life outside of his home as a different person. An outgoing boy who easily got along with people, but he had a dark secretive side – despite everything, he enjoyed using magic, especially in a manner which hurt others. He may not be able to control his father, but he could control everyone else if he liked. He loved how powerful it made him feel and he didn’t care who he hurt in the process of getting familiar which his powers.
It was when he was sixteen that he figured out what his given power was. He chose not to speak of it to his father, instead working by himself to perfect it. It was the power to play with life and death itself, and many fell victim to his trying to master this new power – and finally when he was twenty, he had perfected it enough for him to resurrect someone who had died many years ago. After perfecting a plan to run away from town, he brought back his sister, but he hadn’t anticipated how much of his strength that piece of magic would consume -- he was too weak to bring his mother back to life too. Stefan knew that his father would be furious when he came to know of him bringing Maria back. And he was bound to lose his sister again if he stayed to get strong enough to bring his mother back too. And so he bid goodbye to his mother and left for New York with just Maria, having no intention of returning to Marion ever again.
New York proved to be a fresh start not just for Maria but for him too. Granted, it was hard to settle at first. He had to drop out of Med school to spend his time taking care of Maria who was only a child, and a mess since her return. But once she began to get better, it was all worth it. It was a while before he could think about his career again -- he considered going back to Med school but that just seemed impractical now and so instead he joined as a student paramedic. Things seemed to move smoothly, and while he always had the fear at the back of his mind that his father would find them, he never did and with time passing, Stefan began to relax.
But his father did come for her one day, and Stefan lost his sister all over again but this time he made sure that his father paid. With his life being turned upside down after the death of Maria last February, Stefan has been doing his best to cope. After the initial few weeks of spiraling, he took to traveling, working at several medical camps overseas. Returning to New York where there were too many memories of Maria was not what he needed and so he instead moved back to Marion, in a attempt to move on from his sister’s death and to rebuild his life again.
↳ PERSONALITY.
Stefan may have been a timid kid at one time, but things were a lot different now. He had learnt early in life that being weak was not an option and while it took him years to fight back with his parents, he always made sure that outwardly he appeared strong to everyone, and then slowly learnt to grow strong himself. He is intelligent, charismatic and charming. His first instinct is always to be civil, if not friendly, with people. There is a very negative side to him too, a side which he learnt from his parents. He often overrides his instinct and can be very manipulative, use people for his own gain and throw them without a second thought. Although this is not something he would ever do to people he cares about. With his friends and loved ones, Stefan is the opposite of strong. He is caring and extremely protective, and would do literally anything for them. It might sometimes escalate to the point where he would do what he thinks is right for them, even if it is against their will. While Stefan does not have many weaknesses, his major weakness happens to be love itself, for he is easily manipulated by people he loves and trusts. With them he would be a pushover, letting them use him even when he knows clearly that he is being used. He has the tendency to get sucked into toxic relationships because of this. His biggest weakness of all had been his sister, keeping her safe and happy had been his biggest priority -- and when she died, Stefan spiraled. It had been months ago but only recently has Stefan come to finally accept her loss and begin to move on. He is hard working and ambitious, and despite his playful and carefree side, when it came to the real deal he is responsible and level-headed.
↳ TIMELINE.
Born: 2nd December 1990
Death of sister and mother: 12th June 1996
Resurrection of sister: 17th October 2010
Moved to New York: 18th October 2010
His daughter Belle’s birth: 11th July 2013
Maria’s killed again & his father’s death: 12th February 2019
Returned to Marion: 24th July 2019
↳ CONNECTIONS.
Baby Mama [ Sawyer Rose ] : Belle’s mother.
Child hood best friend [ open ] : Witch, approximately his age, who shares the same interest as him in magic. They knew each other since they were kids, and despite him not being in town a big chunk of the time, they’d still have kept in touch and would know everything about each other.
Other friends [ open, multiple ] : Any species, level of friendship can be discussed and plotted, I am open to all ideas! Friends he knew in Marion or when he was in New York, or he met during one of his trips abroad.
Connections through his daughter [ open, multiple ] : Belle’s baby sitters, School teachers, maybe witch who help the little girl learn magic. Those who take private classes for dance, art, music, karate etc. Belle is an active kid who wants to be involved in everything and Stefan would be happy to befriend her favourite teachers.
Colleagues [ Marley Evans, open, multiple ] : Other paramedics and EMTs, firefighters, doctors and nurses at the hospital etc.
Exes & flings [ open, multiple ] : It can range from just a one night stand or a long term flings, friends with benefits,enemies with benefits, exes in good terms & bad, I am open to anything here, as wild and dramatic as you want to go.
People who owe him [ Ryder, open, multiple ] : He can get devious with methods to repay him for favours he does for people. He owns an apothecary and can craft just about any spell people may want from him, as long as they are ready to pay his price.
I will think of more, but if there’s anything else you need, I am open to exploring!!
↳ TAGS.
Clever as the devil and twice as pretty ( visage )
They won’t break me but they will fear me ( musings )
“Oh yes, you’re practically an adult,” Kitsi replied, raising a brow at Stefan when he agreed with her. Sometimes she really questioned the parenting choices of Hollow Grove residents. “I can’t believe you’re actually convincing me to climb in that cesspool of drunken supernaturals.”
“Who’d have thought a five year old would be easier to handle than you.” he said teasingly. He was always careful with Livy of course, he simply didn’t think this would be of any danger to her. And with both him and Kitsi around, nothing could possibly go wrong. “Come on, Kitsi, she’s going to have fun. And so will you. Now stop worrying and jump in already.”
Rosabelle was having a good time, jumping around and listening to the musical acts. A number of them had come as a massive surprise as she hadn’t really expected them to be supernatural. What was Ed Sheeran? A werewolf? It was the best guess she could make. Maroon Five? Vampires maybe? At some point she stopped considering all of it because she was too drunk to really care, dancing along to the music. The witch hadn’t even realized that she was standing next to Steffan. A smile spread on her lips. “What?” she yelled back, teasing him. “It’s loud. Too loud to talk!” Her eyes dropped to the bottle in his hand. “Want to share?”
"Why not.” he said taking yet another sip of his drink before handing the bottle to her. He glanced around, nobody was paying attention to them, but then again, they could barely hear each other in the crowd -- Stefan had to share with her something he had found during his travel, and here didn’t seem like the right place for it. “Come with me, Rosa.” he said, gesturing for the woman to follow him. “I have something to tell you, something I’m sure you will be very interested to hear.”
It was Amber’s first music festival but she was having a pretty good time. The alcohol she had been drinking ran through her veins and created a buzz in her head, helping her find comfort in such crowds of people. She didn’t know the artist she was dancing to but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was participating. That she was having fun. And next to her was Stefan, the first friend she ever made. “Is that what the constant ringing in my ears means?” she asked, yelling above the noise. Still, she couldn’t help but laugh. “At least it sounds good!”
“I can barely hear what you are saying.” Stefan yelled back before he downed his drink and dragged the girl away from the crowd, ready to get himself another. “I am sure by the end of the week, all we will be hearing is the ringing.” He got both of them a refill, before he took a sip and spoke again. “This is you first Monster Jam, right? So, what do you think of it? You run around the world looking for supernaturals, ever thought these guys would be one of them?” he asked motioning with his hand to the stage far away.
“I’ll keep my mouth shut for a whole entire month if you take me home,” Val told Stefan the moment he saw him. He was grouchy about the whole Monster’s Ball and he wanted to go home, away from the noise. He didn’t care if he had to hide for the rest of the year, or forever, but dammit, he wanted to go home and stay at home. “Just tell Amber some weird excuse and take me home, please.”
Stefan had just arrived, ready to have all the fun, but he first walked into Val who seemed to be in a rather grouchy mood that day. “You’re not serious, I literally just got here.” Stefan tried to reason with the vampire. “Why are you in such a hurry to leave?”
“Oh, baby.” She giggled against his lips, as she wrapped her arms around him. “I was slightly excited before, but now I’m intrigued.” It was a soft purr back at Ryder, but then she immediately realized what he was talking about. She may not have been drunk at this time, but she had been so far into the conversation, she’d almost forgotten what was their true reason for being there. Her upper lip curved into a snark, as she took a step back. She didn’t need any more encouragement, any more words from either of them. Her eyes only saw red. Thus when they moved, she had to stop herself from moving faster, simply running around, ripping out the hearts of anyone who stood in her way. She didn’t care what could happen, who could see. She needed her father to die.
Her whole mind was full of every single thing that he’d done. Every single thing he made her do, how he tried to mend her, bend her own will. Come on Danielle, your opinion means nothing. You will do well to remember that. Were the words he said to a 7-year-old followed by a slap. You’d remember what it is the woman should be used for. He’d say when he’d said she was going to marry a man who had tried to rape not only other girls but her as well. He locked her in the cellar room, with no windows for four days. And she only got water because the maids sneaked it in. Of course, her mother wasn’t any better. She’d have been the one who left marks on her arms, for every time she misbehaved.
Danielle’s hand curled into fists, allowing her nails to sink into her skin as she saw Edward all tied up. Her hazel hues focused on the man. Oh, how she hated him. Every single cell in her body was filled with the emotion. And of course, the logic in her tried to fight it, tried to fight the fact that she shouldn’t be feeling shit for him, that he didn’t deserve that much. But she couldn’t. Not when the last months he’d been taunting her. Getting into her home, leaving her ‘gifts’, the noises at night, the flowers by her bed, the things from other people’s houses. The damn letters threatening her and her loved ones. Calling her weak, the people in the streets, strangers yet coming in to talk to her, communicate his messages.
Danielle walked up to Ryder, now a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “When you walked into my life, I thought you were just another weakling. And now, you’ve given me the best kind of present.” She pressed her lips to his, before turning to Stefan. He was half focused on her father, who was in plain, she could see it in his eyes, feel it in his bones. She brought back her attention to Stefan, proud of his ability, proud of the pain he was causing, it was making her excited, excited to be able to cause pain to Edward with two great men by her side. Danielle squeezed Stefan’s shoulder before turning her attention to her father, squatting right in front of him. “So what do you think, daddy? You think these two men are here to protect me?” She grinned as she took his hand in hers, picking his index finger and slowly starting to pull the nail off. “See, Ryder can cause you great pain physically, he can make it fast, or slow. He can taste you, rip you to shreds, and we’re all going to love him.” She took now his middle finger and proceeded to do the same. “Stefan? Stefan has a real special kind of mind. He doesn’t even have to lift a finger to make you wish you were never alive.” All fingernails were on the floor, scattered as the Edward moaned from the pain. “And me? I’m going to be the one to give you the mercy of death… But much… Much later.” She smirked as she got up, lining herself up with her men. “I think everyone should get a go. We all are here for some fun, aren’t we? Isn’t this event for all that?” She arched her brow, a murderous look in her dark eyes. ( @rydrx )
“I will ignore the weakling comment,” Ryder told her. He didn’t blame Danielle for being skeptical, many people could be all-talk and no action. He never promised anything he could not deliver (he rarely did promise for this very reason), and he had done exactly that - deliver. If they both told him to leave right now, he would, he already finished his end of the bargain, but the glint in Dani’s eyes told him otherwise. So he stayed, watching as they both taunted Edward. With his humanity off, he did not get the same pleasure that the vampire and witch did in front of him as he watched the scene unfold. But the vampiric instinct within him had to feed.
He quirked a brow when Stefan removed the cloth from the man’s mouth - so it was going to be that type of night, was it? He shrugged off his suit jacket, placing it on a hook hanging on the wall, and begin to roll up the sleeves of his white button, watching as Danielle tormented her father. At her invitation, he grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over beside Edward, sitting himself down beside the man. “I have come to enjoy the company of your daughter,” he began, adjusting his sleeves again to ensure that they didn’t get in his way. “I don’t know what has transpired between you and her,” he looked over at Danielle, “and I could care less, but seeing as she is now my client,” he turned back to the man, leaning forward in his seat. “I have her best interests in mind. I’m sure these hands of yours did things that no father should ever do a young girl.” His fingers traced the back of his hand, before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a fork and jamming it into the back of his hand. “I am more than happy to ensure that doesn’t happen again.” He stepped back so Stefan could have his turn.
“What?” he chuckled at the two of them at his choice of tool. “You never know when you’ll be hungry.” ( @stefanreyes )
“He is no weakling.” Stefan stated, his eyes still on the man who struggling and screaming as Dani pulled his nails out one by one. Dani often seemed to forget that Ryder wasn’t like them, he had lived for centuries and had far more experience that either of them could begin to even understand, and that was why Stefan had brought him into town as soon as he found out that Edward was a problem they weren’t able to solve on their own. He couldn't blame Dani for being skeptical though, there were far too many vampires who had lived for centuries, and yet were good for nothing. But Ryder wasn’t one of them. Just as Stefan had expected, he had delivered.
He couldn’t help but scoff as she began talking to the man. “Stop it, Danielle, you are making me blush here.” he said wryly as he watched the man shiver, from fear or pain, or simply from cold he didn’t know. His eyes grew excited as Ryder took a seat, but as he watched him stab him with a fork, he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him. “Of all the possible weapons you could carry, you have with you a fork?” The man’s screams mattered nothing to him as he looked at the other with amusement, before the screams began to quiet down, and all that could be heard was his defeated sobbing.
“That’s right, how does it feel? To be completely helpless?” he murmured, as he gauged the man, thinking what to do next, before his eyes went up to meet Dani’s, a sinister smile on his lips. “You’re going to love this.” he promised, motioning the both of them to step back before with a single swipe of his hands just over the man’s body, flames began to engulf him, quickly followed by panicking screaming. To the onlookers it would just seem like there was fire over him, his body unaffected, but Edward would be feeling the unending pain of being burnt till Stefan decided to end his suffering. “You can touch it.” he said as he let his hands play with the flames. “It won’t hurt us, just him.” ( @danielle-onthego )
Ryder was only here for one reason - he had a mission. As much as he would like to slip between the crowd and pick off those who were too drunk to resist him, he had to focus. When he set his mind to something, it took much to deter him from his prize. He was sure that what was about to come would be enough to satisfy his craving.
They were already together, making his job easier. He approached Danielle and Stefan from the crowd, grabbing Dani around the waist to place a kiss upon her lips before giving Stefan a wink. “I have a surprise for you, darling,” he purred, excitement coursing through him that brought about a playful mood that he was unable to contain. He led the two of them to a small building on the outskirts of the park, the music and the crowd still heard to mask the noises to come, but the area private for them to conduct their business that they wouldn’t be disturbed. He allowed them to enter first, leading them to an area draped with sheets, pulling back the fabric to reveal his capture. ( @stefanreyes @danielle-onthego )
His conversation with Danielle was regrettably cut short by Ryder when he came and grabbed the girl by her waist and planted a kiss to her lips. He rolled his eyes as the man winked at him, ready to get back into the crowd of dancing people but when he spoke with intense excitement in his tone and an evil glint in his eyes, it was made rather clear that he hadn’t come simply to steal the girl away. He had come for the both of them. He shared a knowing look with Ryder -- there was only one reason he would need the both of them -- before his eyes moved to Danielle, trying to read how she was taking the news. They wasted no time, moving far from the crowds as quick as possible. He was cautious as he always was, making sure there was not a soul around, but he knew the vampires would know long before him if there were people anywhere close.
He had seen pictures of the man struggling against the magical binding which held him, too powerful for even his vampire strength. Danielle had showed him pictures so he and Ryder know who they were looking for, but he looked different in person -- probably because the pictures happened to be from when he had been human. He didn’t know why she so desperately wanted him gone, not really, but he could guess enough. He could see in her eyes when she spoke of him to him in New York, the seething hatred she felt for the man. And he could see right now how much she loathed him -- enough that to her, death was only a kindness they could show him. She wanted to see her suffer, and Stefan couldn’t say no to that.
His eyes turned to the man and he crouched down next to him. The fear in his eyes made him smile, and as he moved his hands closer the man only struggled more. “You look scared.” The words left his lips, as silky as ever, cooing as though to a child. He took off the cloth which Ryder had used to tie around his mouth to make him stay quiet. Stefan didn’t like the silence though -- and the moment it was off, he began to yell for help which simply amused Stefan. “You have no idea what you have coming.” His eyes focused on the man and his hand lifted above his head before he clenched his fist a moment later -- a gut-wrenching scream leaving the man’s lips as he began to writhe on the ground.
He merely watched him for a few seconds as he continued screaming, before he turned to the other two. “What do you want to do?” he asked, the question directed more towards Danielle than Ryder -- this was her arena, after all.
She was definitely drunk. For once, Dani simply said fuck it to all her responsibilities and decided to join some people with he day drinking, and fuck, it was fun. She was already down one bottle of gin down, and she was definitely feeling it. She’d been with some people, changing her ground as she got bored. She wanted to feel it, to feel the music, and ignore the complete boredom that people brought to the city. She at least hoped that people would get more naughty the more they drank, but somehow they started to become more and more normal. Doing less rather than more. There were no orgies, no people making out, no shots, no blood, no backstabbing. Nothing that would amuse her even a little bit.
Taking a bottle from the group moved away from the crowd. It was late already, but she didn’t care for the time. The only thing she knew, was that it was dark, and the lights looked better than they did before and the music simply improved. Or maybe it was simply the fact that she was completely wasted. With a smile on her lips, Dani stopped in the middle of the crowd, allowing herself to feel the music. She was wearing a dress that was hardly there, boots over her ankles, her hair loose down her shoulders in the glam curls. It made it easy for her to move around, plus she adored all the attention from everyone. With a smirk playing on her lips, she allowed her hips to move to the music, her hand moving up her torso, sensual grazing her skin all the way up to her fingertips. She could feel the thirst from everyone, eyeing her up as if she was someone’s dinner.
She was about to get moving when she smelled blood. But not any kind of blood, a familiar scent that tickled the memories int he back of her brain. With slight confusion in her face, she followed the scent, a giggle on her lips, as she reached some backspace. “ Helloo… It is rude not to share, you know.” She licked her lower lip as she finally came into view with the scene before her. She immediately recognized the man, and without a second glance she roughly pulled off the vampire. “Get the fuck out, before I rip your head off.” She hissed at him, before walking up to Stefan. “The fuck are you thinking? Are you back to that again?” @stefanreyes
He blamed Livy for this but as the effect of the alcohol he had consumed took over, Hakuna Matata began to play over and over in his mind and he couldn’t help but hum along despite there being pretty decent music being played loud around him. It was one of the days when Maddie had Livy, and for some reason Stefan had decided to go all out, drinking through the day and into the dark of the evening. That was until at one point he had found a rather young vampire he had seen often at Purgatory before, easy enough to manipulate, and was all too eager to feed from him. The buzz from the alcohol was not enough for him that night -- Stefan needed the bliss from the vampire venom. The elation he felt when the fangs sank into his wrist was divine and he couldn't help but get completely lost as the effect of the venom reached his head.
That was till Dani rudely interrupted them, pulled the vampire off of him. He came back to earth, still feeling dizzy and eyes barely managing to focus on her -- a smirk grew on his lips at her angry tone. “Don’t be like that, Dani, I am just having some fun here.” he murmured, barely able to raise his voice from the euphoria he was feeling, but he knew she could hear him. He leaned back against the trunk of a tree, eyes half closed and breathing slowly.
“It’s not like that I know what I am doing.” Stefan said firmly a couple minutes later, as firm as he could manage with his mind buzzing, and if she knew him at all she’d know that this wasn't up for discussion. The last time he had let Val take control and had let him do as he pleased even when he knew all limits were being crossed, but this wasn’t the same. He knew exactly what he was doing and sometimes, just alcohol and drugs wasn’t enough for him. Sometimes he wanted more. “You’re cute when you worried about me.” he mocked her. “Relax, Danielle, it’s all in control -- I am just annoyed that the little vamp is gone now.” A small sigh left his lips before his eyes fell on her again, taking in her attire, her posture -- and the way she seemed to be rather unsteady. Was she drunk? “Whatever will I do for venom now?” He stepped closer to her, lifting his wrist up to her lips, a slight tilt of his head as he spoke. “Care for a taste?”
“You do realise they created this ball pit with adults in mind right?” Kitsi posed as she stood next to Stefan, watching as other Monster Jam goers frolicked amongst the plastic balls, some of them drunk or halfway there. “If you let Olivia go in there she’s going to be in over her head - literally.”
Before he could answer Kitsi, it seemed his daughter has something to say. “But I am all grown up now! I am going to be six next month!” Livy protested and Stefan couldn’t help but laugh. “You heard her.” he said in a teasing tone. “And besides, that’s why we are going in with her -- to dig her out if she gets buried in there.”
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