#askatropos

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Hello darling *grin*

Hello, female Balthazar. How have you been since our last encounter? Well, I hope?

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I heard you wanted me so here I am. You must be kind and humble to everyone who comes to you for the next two days. Magic Anon out! Peace!

Ah, magic anon. It's good to see you. I may not always enjoy when one of you visits, but I'm glad you took the time to drop by. Have a nice day, and may your death be a pleasant one. :)

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Amy Pond. Kitsune.

Atropos meticulously struck the name from her book. Yet another death by Winchester. She couldn't count how many of those she'd been obliged to attend. Well, she could count them, given a relatively short jaunt through the past, but she didn't want to bother. The point was, it was getting kind of old.

She glanced over at the kit leaning over his mother, watching his small hands reaching to unclasp her necklace. He stared at it a moment before putting it on.

Ugh. Sentimentality. Purposeless drivel, as usual.

Fate departed, not bothering to look too closely at the child's future. A callow, juvenile kitsune wouldn't survive long. She'd see him again soon enough. If the world didn't end by then.

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Twelve years old and already determined to be a thorn in my side.

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I'd like to see you try. Stop beating around the bush! You already know your future, just accept it.

I'm pretty sure Fate's a nice lady and all, but you know what?

Fuck her.

I'll re-write Sam and my's history. Lucifer isn't getting Sam.

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((P.S.A. on Atropos and her interactions))

Fell asleep writing an essay and started scrolling back through my dash and idk what happened and I still need to write that essay but I feel like I should say something.

I know I'm probably the guiltiest among you of talking to only a few specific people. Balthazar's at 33% on my Tumblr Crushes. It's pretty ridiculous. xDD;;; But, I hope you guys understand.

Fate doesn't come calling often mainly because (aside from the fact that I can barely keep up with ya'll) I don't think you want Fate to come calling. When she gets involved, things get messy. Or clean. Depending on your perspective. So, I try to keep a safe distance between your characters and the one whose sole desire is to see everything annihilated.

But, I hope you all know I'm willing to make Fate do pretty much whatever you want in any of your respective storylines. That's right. Fate is at your command, even though she might not know it. I can make freaking frogs rain from the sky at your whim. I can shave Teddy Roosevelt's 'stache if that's the sort of thing that you need. Really. Just tell me whatcha need and I'll work out the character motivations necessary to make her do it. I'm flexible. And, quite frankly, all I need to say is that it furthers the Apocalypse or eliminates loose ends or something like that.

...I should probably go fetch the book back from Balthazar now. D': Er. So, which storylines have we blamed on that little fiasco? I think I should make a reaction post.

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how long does balthazar get to wreak havoc with your book for? please tell me it's nearly over

Three more hours, and then I will go to collect what is mine.

Whether I can do enough damage control with the restrictions that have been placed on me is another matter.

what restrictions?

I am, and I quote, not allowed to undo the effects of what he does without his explicit request to do so.

i spy a loophole in that. the anon didn't say you couldn't get others to undo it, right?

I saw that loophole, too. Unfortunately, as an aspect of Fate, anything that happens is metaphorically speaking done through me. I can't be certain that will work until the time comes to attempt it.

In the meantime, I have a few plans in mind geared towards the surer path: how to make Balthazar request that I fix everything.

as long as it doesn't mean that people die then go for it :P

Of course people die. What else would they do?

i mean people i actually give a crap about

Hm. What an arbitrary distinction.