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[hom3land3r]

Happy Father's my darling. I've brought you this hand made red white and blue confectionary to celebrate you.

“I believe it’s also called cake.” Came the reply from the figure sat at his desk, tone somewhat playful yet carrying that authoritative edge in a way only Mirrorlander could.

Red-blue eyes gazed over the vampire and then to the gift. “And you won’t even be able to have any. Pity.”

[deancipher]

Cipher had only just been handed the position of dean, his ass barely touched the fancy chair behind his new desk when he was advised Homelander wanted to meet with him. He couldn’t decline of course, that would only give the wrong impression and spark suspicion. Not exactly good things for your first day on the job. Granted, the semester hadn’t officially started yet, Cipher taking the time to gather his bearings and get caught up on the previous year’s mess. But still, he didn’t want to be fired before he’d even begun to mould the students into strong, powerful Supes.

He paced around his office a bit, stopping now and then to look at his reflection in a small mirror near his desk, fixing his tie. He hadn’t met Homelander before, his nomination of dean all being done by other means. Folks speaking on his behalf, that sort of thing. Frankly he was surprised the man himself wanted to show up so suddenly.

He swallowed hard, steeling himself. He couldn’t appear weak, not in front of him. It was just jitters, that’s all. It didn’t mean anything. He was in control here. God U was his kingdom. He ruled here. This wasn’t Vought tower. Homelander was in his territory, not the other way round.

There was a knock at the door as Amy - his human assistant - entered. “Your guest has arrived, sir.” She said, slight hesitation in her tone.

Cipher stopped pacing and fixed his suit jacket, brushing off imaginary lint as he nodded. “Thank you, send Homelander in.” Despite the nerves, his tone was as calm and emotionless as ever.

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[mages-pandoras-box]

A Surprise Outing

Ryan's leg bounces as he waits in the lobby of Vought Tower. He's finally back home after going off-grid for a few months to de-stress over everything that happened within the last year.

It didn't take long for Ryan to get a text after he set foot in the tower again. For a moment, he thought it was John, but to his surprise, it was James.

Ryan was curious what the vampire wanted, but his message seemed friendly, so he figured there wouldn't be any harm in meeting up. So here he was, waiting a bit impatiently for James to enter the lobby.

When the older man finally strolls in, Ryan looks up with a soft, somewhat reserved smile and waves.

"Hey, James. Long time no see,"

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[doctoregonspengler]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop | Pieces on a chessboard

When Egon had left the nautical museum the night before, Ray had been waiting for him at Ecto-1. He had taken the time to update his friend on what had happened in the brig of the ship, and Ray had told him that he would look into ways to help the apparition. He had originally insisted on coming with him the following day, but Egon had refused. None of them had liked the idea of him returning alone to a haunt. But he was resolute, telling them to trust his judgement. The museum had closed an hour before he'd arrived. He'd had to pull a few strings with the staff to allow him in without the Harrington's knowledge. They were almost too happy to comply and the doctor had the feeling that Harrington may not have been that well liked.

With his briefcase in hand, he walked up the gang plank of the ship and paused. He didn't want to have to go back down to the brig, but he didn't know if it would be presumptuous to walk right in to the captain's quarters. He didn't have his PKE meter with him so he wasn't sure where the officer would be. After a moment's deliberation, he knock on the door and let himself in.

No one was in sight and he scouted the area out. Spotting the tea table near the harbor-facing window, he opened his briefcase and set up the chess set he had brought with him. He sat down on the side of the black pieces and waited, watching out of the window at the water. He didn't know how long he would be sitting by himself, but he was patient. He would wait as long as the ghost needed.

[awkwardcourage]

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Unless pushed by extreme emotion, James has a serene poker face. It's difficult to rile him up, even more so now that they really mean something to one another. "So you're just gonna ignore me and help me anyway, even though I don't want you to?"

[flighty-sparrow]

Jack knew his luck would eventually run out and he'd end up captured by the Royal Navy -- it wouldn't be the first time it happened to him. He always managed to escape somehow; however it did not seem to be the case this time. He had a headache and felt weak, signs of a tropical illness creeping up on him.

Soon, he had found himself throwing up into the bucket in his cell, with fever and muscle aches setting in. He knew what it was. Dengue fever.

,,Fuck," he muttered weakly, wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve. This was bad. This was very bad.

How on earth is he going to escape now, when he couldn't even think straight?

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[blckfckinmsk]

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୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ──── It's like clockwork; a few missing debts and the chickens want to fly the fucking coop. So predictable all of them, it's why Roman had an eye put on those who'd racked up a substantial enough amount, and the moment they try to leave the city Romans men are called in to collect.

And collect they had. Some nobody with a drug and gambling habit he couldn't sustain on his own any longer -- but that also meant he could keep up with the loans he was taking from Black Mask either. Something that could only go on so long before Roman had to do something about it. And once the boys had informed them he'd been caught Roman had them bring him back to the club where he was tied up in the center of the room to a chair.

Phone's asked for as Roman sits in their own seat, leg crossed and James' number dialed as their chosen means of disposal for tonight. A hum's given once the other picks up the call, "James, I have a nice dinner waiting for you come swing by, it's a nice juicy steak." And a little kiss follows as muttering pleas could surely be heard in the background for the man trying to implore for his life from behind tape, which can't be heard and would go to deaf ears even if they were. His chances had run out after all.

[bewitchedmuses]

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Soldier Boy was hating how things were at vought tower, the seven and especially Homelander. Everything and everyone seemed to piss of Benjamin, it was surprising that he hadn't killed anyone yet. Mostly because they would steer clear as much as they could. Though today his presence was requested to test out some holograph, virtual training simulator.

"This is the most stupid thing I've ever heard of." Ben stated gruffly with irritation as he entered the room. "I might not be up to date with the modern tech but aren't holograms projections and not physical? How the hell am I suppose to train with something my attacks will go right through? I feel like you're setting me up to look like an idiot." The supe glared at James who was setting things up in the room with him. Soldier Boy would rather be anywhere else, especially not somewhere he was being used like a lab rat again.