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[the-rivers-maiden-blog]

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[the-rivers-maiden-blog]

occ: Hey just a heads up!

I followed you on my main, because my rp is a side blog! Sorry for any confusion! Hello there! I can't follow you back on it, but I can follow you on my main!

[espionage-puppeteer-blog]

Bringing the Lambs Back to the Sheepfold

He looks completely satisfied. Like a sleek black cat who's just made a meal of some unfortunate yellow songbird.

Watching the scenery speed by outside the train window, Alexandre Coeurnoir makes his knife dance in his fingers. Oh, not that he'll need it for this- a few well placed words and one of his special darts should be more than enough to ensure the target's cooperation. He just enjoys having the elegant blade with him, making it waltz in his hands. He never cut himself. The knife obeyed his whims.

There was something wonderfully erotic about having something dangerous at your will. The knife wasn't the only thing he had that obeyed him. It was only part of a growing collection, one he hid in plain sight.

The moment people's guards dropped, he would be adding another marionette or two to that collection. But all in good time. First, the dear lambs had to be led home.

He lifts the glossy black reciever next to him, hailing the next car back. The oversized car, meant for an oversized passenger.

"We are nearly zhere. Are you ready?"

[petridishartemis]

Visit Original Link

Well I'm child and man and child again

The toy broken boy soldier

I'm child and man and child again

The boy never gets older

[grigoriousgiant]

Grigori frowns as he looks over his mission orders; he’s being dispatched with Alexandre.

Rico, mercifully, appears to be left out of this mission. The Sniper’s strings are restrictive to the point of strangulation. Inflicting something like that on someone else is so anathema to what Rico is, Grigori can’t help but wonder if the BLAK Sniper wouldn’t snap if compelled to leash another; particularly someone of whom he appears quite fond.

The giant has been assigned to Joe, Alexandre presumably assigned to Yvonne. It gives Grigori’s guts a twist. Handing over a woman who treasures her freedom to a man with a track record of manipulative, sadistic behavior is a recipe for disaster.

[petridishartemis]

Visit Original Link

'cause you've seen, seen

Too much, too young, young

Soulless is everywhere

[petridishartemis]

Visit Original Link

The night was black

The sky was booming

Darker clouds were surely looming

I heard screaming

Doctor shouts

And baby then I came out

And here I am

[petridishartemis]

Echo Chamber

"You know why he looked at you like that, right?"

Yiv startles, releasing an arrow prematurely with a low curse before pulling back from the window where she had made her nest.  So far the battle has been going relatively well for RED, the Sniper assuming her customary support role, keeping a particular eye out on two Soldiers near and dear to her heart.  The voice had come clear over the competing cacophony of explosions, gunfire, melee and shouts below.  Considering its timbre and volume, Yiv half expects to see a Spy leaning over, crooning into her ear.  Snapping around, her eyes scan the room for another occupant, hand dropping to the hilt of her kukri.

Instead of a Spy, however, there's only a small girl.  

No, not just any small girl - her.  

The younger Yvonne is dressed in a jumpsuit that seems a bit big on her skinny frame, dark hair hanging about her face, unbound from her ponytail.

"Wh-what-?" the elder stammers, eyes wide.

"Hanna.  When you were askin' for his help.  He knows - he can see it on you.  You got a glimpse of it when you were in that basement with that maniac and your friends.  They were beautiful through the sheen of light - you could see their souls...and then there was you.  You've seen it in your dreams, too, little madeleine - ground up composite pressed into a girl's shape.  Just smashed together spare parts.  Your detective friend was starin' because he knows you're carnival fare - you aren't a part of anyone's family; forget what the man who called himself your 'dad' says."

Yiv stares, jaw agape.  "...I'm dreamin'.  I fell asleep or I'm headin' t'Respawn, or--"

"Respawn?  Nah.  You're headin' back home, luv.  Go on - they're all waiting for you."

Why...yes.  That was true.

"Should I bring anything?" Yiv queries, getting to her feet and dusting herself off.

Child Yvonne shakes her head, gesturing to the door.  "Just yourself.  Joe will be along, too, but don't wait up."

"Right."  Slinging her bow and quivers about her, the Sniper smiles to the little one, giving a salute.  "Thanks.  Be seein' you."

With that, she adjusts her hat, begins down the stairs and wonders whether or not she'll be able to get a little shut-eye on the train back to headquarters.