#conversations || threads.

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@the-expatriate from here.

"...Taking a break, really. Work can be tiring, it turned out so can be adventures. We could do something relaxing if you're down for it. Have some tea, or a stroll in the closest forest, whatever you do to unwind. I'm done timetravelling, and I hope it won't have to happen again."

Stretching her arms over her head, Fíann hummed. "There was no way to see myself in the pirate ages and create a paradox, thank goodness. But then I was thrown into the near future recently... You were right, Pari. It's way too dangerous, timetravel."

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@xsorrowofamanxx from here.

Ever since he and his brothers had moved to the States to stay out of trouble’s way, becoming invisible for their grandfather and uncle who would no doubt string them back into fighting each other while the rich watched, Kamael had gotten used to life here. What stores he could find the food he needed in, a place to stay that wasn’t his friend’s house, but an apartment of his own... and even a few friends - friends of his friend, but they still counted.

What he had not gotten used to was being an angel. It had been permanent. And although there had been a way for him and his brothers, most of which fallen angels, or demons, to reverse this and become human again, they had decided against it. They had not been born celestial beings, instead becoming such in gruesome scientific experiments, behind which was those exact grandfather and uncle they had fled from, as well as a team of scientists.

And not just that. Friends of theirs had been involved, too. Like Nathaniel, who had moved in town years before Kamael and his brothers had. He was also German like them, but having lived here had made him a bit like the locals. Nat’s neighbors liked him, he’d told Kamael, so if he wanted to, he and his brothers could join him and move there. Well, life takes unpredictable turns, Kamael thought.

He had gone out to pick up some ingredients for food, as it was the weekend and he had the time to cook something less fancy than what he made at work... and then a man dressed in black spoke to him. A... priest? Kamael felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was enough to think about anything connected to religion to fill his heart with fear, like it was with his brothers. What if, like angels and demons had been created, so had been other holy beings, turned into weapons by the same organisation his grandfather was behind! “Ah, I’m sorry,” he said, his German accent showing through as he spoke. “I apologise.” Was it obvious he was lost in thoughts?

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@pinklocksoflove from here.

❝I am so glad you got out safe. Airship rides sound exciting, though the danger, too, is great...❞

Fíann had seen her fair share of life-threatening situations. Sword fights, ship battles with cannons, the good old fisticuffs... she had seen that all. Anything that involved flying however made her feel uneasy. As such, she was more than happy Nafiif was okay.

❝That would be lovely,❞ she gave a nod. They had gotten directed towards a place to sleep as they had talked, and here the inn was now. If she had to be honest she did not mind sleeping on the floor as long as it was somewhere safe. ❝Hope they have a nice bed...❞

A nice bed. But only one of it. Fíann felt a blush creep up her own face. ❝I could go ask. But I would not mind sharing a bed at all. But, uh... um... I mean, I could also take the floor, of course...❞

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@paleobird from here.

One thing had led to another, and somehow, one long talk with the paleontologist harpy (and some wine) later, Fíann felt a surge of boldness in her chest. Was it time to mess with this cute girl? So it seemed.

And there they were now, a while later - had it been a day or two after this, or longer? She wasn’t sure - and Fíann was looking at Ava with the same intensity as she sat on the bench the two had agreed to be their meeting point. Ava had come with flowers in tow.

Funny, Fíann had also thought of preparing a little gift. It was a bug from another age preserved in resin that she had made during her latest hobby time, so to say, and she had made it so that Ava could hang it either on a keychain or on a necklace - or even just keep it as it was.

And then, onwards the conversation had gone, and from one thing to another they had... asked each other out? Almost at the same time? Was this real? What had been the last time she had allowed anyone to get this close to her?

Oh, it had ended in such a disaster that even years later Fíann was unwilling to go on dates or start anything that even remotely resembled romantic relationships. Or at least she had been for a long time. It seemed that time was about over now.

“So, that’s a yes?” she wiggled her eyebrows at Ava, smiling playfully.

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@arianatheangel-girl from here.

Quitting detective work was easy; detective work quitting her however was not. And Lovisa had gotten to find it out... albeit in an easy way. After she had become more of a private eye than a part of a team, she had realised that this, paired with her library work, was still her dream job.

The case at hand was far from what she had thought she would have to go through, though. Still, she had responded to the call first. The place hadn’t been too far from where she had been stationed, and she gave her colleagues a sign to follow her. “Let’s check this out.”

After a gesture of gratitude to the neighbor who had given them the tip, the four detectives knocked on the door. The possibility that they had to break in was there; though it did not look entirely abandoned, the house did not make Lovisa believe anyone truly lived in it.

“Hello?” she and one of the two men with her, Morris, called out. Morris rapped his fist against the door. “Is anyone in here?” As soon as the baby started crying, Lovisa got a tap on her shoulder from her other female colleague.

“We’re not leaving her inside,” Marvina said, shaking her head with an exasperated face, in part sad and in part angry. “The poor thing. Who knows if they haven’t just put her in a corner and forgotten about her...”

Lovisa caught herself shrugging along with their fourth colleague, all of them quiet in the meantime, ears pricked for any sounds that could mean the baby wasn’t alone – and that maybe its parents or caretakers were inside somewhere.

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@bombmate from here.

“This ain’t a competition!” Nah, he just hated losing. As the youngest triplet, Luceus was used to either having to fight for things tooth and nail, or receiving them on a silver platter, but if he had to be honest, he was tired of fighting as hard as he had. Couldn’t this shit be easier, dammit?!

And then, Jamie was a natural. He could not just beat that! Luceus’ and his brothers’ demons did not use firearms to fight, instead preferring to opt for swords and knives, and he was left struggling to land his shots as close to the bullseye as he could.

On the bright side, as a silver lining, he managed to break the previous person’s record on the punching machine - but at a cost. When he stood up, having crouched to avoid the punching bag, he was panting, and his face was red. “So, we can just agree you’re unmatched with shooting, and I could lift this machine on a good day. Deal?” he gave the other a grin.

“What cotton candy do you want to get? Or should we do hot dogs first?”

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@darkharbinger from here.

At a time when others were generally about to wake up, or were already preparing to meet the day, Hella would often be leaving work - her nighttime job, at least. Gliding along the edges of buildings where there was the most shade, she shielded her eyes from the brightness of the sun as she walked, only stopping to slide on her dark sunglasses when she leaned against the walls of a still-closed shop to rest. This time, though, she was not after a stranger’s tip. A nagging feeling that a fight between non-humans was about to break out somewhere nearby prodded Hella to keep moving.

On one hand, that was a chance to break apart the fight. On the other, though... no, she ought to stay out of this. It was not her fight to lead, she did not know any of the people involved... It was best to keep to the shadows and just watch. She had heard there may have been traps laid in the area on suspicion that strange creatures did visit it on the regular - and though she wouldn’t get caught in them, it was best to keep your distance. Best not to get involved.

Although... That was part of her work, wasn’t it? To poke her nose into things. Ghosts hated having visitors, most of them too bent on vengeance or caught up in their impossible wish to be reunited with the living to have any patience to spare to a stranger or attention to give to them. The living, if Hella thought about it for long enough, were sometimes no different than them, either. And when it came to beings like werewolves and vampires... They each came with their story. And deep down inside a part of them craved an ear to tell it to.

Looking up from a few footprints that had a very subtle hint of not having been human, Hella realised she was not alone. Whatever had left the marks on the ground could well be before her eyes now. A group of figures was beginning to gather across the street, circling a man with glowing eyes. And not just an ordinary group. Werewolves. Speak of the devil. They had to be that. Hella had ran into such beings a few times before, and they could hardly be mistaken. Dammit. She couldn’t just stand by and look on as they fought. The man could probably use a hand. He was alone against them all... Before she knew it, her gun was in her hand, and she had taken aim. “Hey! It’s unfair to be so many against just one, don’t you think?”

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@stcrmborne from here.

The Vindicta was no ship you boarded led by curiosity; you had to be ready to be followed by some of the other sailors’ shocked looks and whispers. Though not all who had dropped anchor seemed suspicious of the ship’s crew, there was no lack of awkward stares. That did not seem to be ruffing the captain’s feathers, however, and as she leaned against the ship’s railing, she met each and every gaze. It could be noticed that even the strongest-looking men did not feel brave enough to engage in a staring contest with her - even though there was more peace than anger in her eyes.

Even back when Fíann’s great-grandmother had first become a part of the ship’s crew, it had been called this way; the captain had chosen it as a reminder of the life he and the crew had turned their backs on. Naturally, piracy was a frowned upon choice to make in life - but Fíann had had little choice. A time travel machine in the shape of both a watch and a compass had taken her back in time. And not just that. Whoever she would run into would mistake her for her great-grandmother... and said great-grandmother turned out to be exactly that. A fierce pirate. And here Fí was.

Was this Spain? Or Portugal? Aside from having become a time-traveller and then a pirate, Fíann was a sea engineer, and the time she spent away from home (sometimes entire months) had had her see some of the world. And the rest? Fate had made it possible for her to keep travelling by meeting her with her great-grandmother’s crew. Now that she had returned from surveilling oil rigs out at sea, she was back again, this time on a slightly different kind of ship... and in a different place. Somewhere where the crew had told her they had not been many times.

As she gazed down at the dock, hat in hand, the wind playing with her hair - which caused her to see red, literally, for a few seconds - Fíann could not help but notice what seemed like a traveller circling the Vindicta. Was she looking for her ship? Or was she yet another intrigued stanger? Fíann tried to see if she could catch her gaze.