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[the-last-doppelganger]

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Elena shifted slightly as he spoke, the look in his eyes familiar. She’d asked him such a personal question because she’d been having recurring dreams, and not just any, but ones with the dark flame tattoo, she could see on his arm. “A vampire lunges at you?” She asked, feeling some discomfort. She was a vampire, but it had been a long time since she’d killed anyone, telling herself that she wouldn’t do it unless it was unavoidable.

She’d never wanted to be a killer, or a vampire in the first place. She took a deep gulp of her beer before putting it back down on the table, tracing her finger through the condensation on her bottle. “I do actually. I’ve been having dreams of this….cottage? I don’t know, some kind of house in the woods. And that mark,” she said heavily, eyeing the one on his arm, just holding herself back from pointing at it. “It’s been happening for the last few months, but I don’t know why.”

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"Where did you go? Don't wander off like that!" Reivon called out as she looked for the other Hunter.

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[sharpenurdamnknife]

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Piper glanced up when she saw the tall blond come into the bar late that night.  She had already had to tone down a group of hunters working on the back pool table earlier.  God she really really hated being up front and not in the kitchen where she damn well belonged.  Yes, it was nice to have a pretty girl on bar but her resting bitch face should have been enough to warn the owner against scheduling her. 

Without a real verbal greeting, she moved over to the bar spot where he sat down, placing a napkin and a starter beer in front of him.  “I was really really hoping for a calm night.”  That’s it.  That was the greeting (And warning) but it shouldn’t have been a surprise all things considered.  Hunters couldn't be in the same room with each other without starting some kind of shenanigans. Sometimes it was preferable to just have the monsters come in. They did less damage.

  "Are you hungry?"

[magpiemurders]

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Professor James Moriarty wore cardigans, disheveled shirts he had probably grabbed from the top of his laundry hamper, brown slacks, and old, worn-down brown loafers. James checked himself in the mirror. The Professor always had a perpetual five o'clock shadow, bags under his eyes as if the man couldn't sleep (a struggle Jim truly had), and his hair's mussed up as if he had just rolled out of bed.

James didn't normally take so much care of his looks as the professor. The point was to look like the tired academic—unassuming and harmless—but today was special. A sigh escapes as he exhales. He throws on a tie, the knot purposely sloppy.

He walks out of his room, and by the entryway leaning against the wall is Moran. The man looks fetching in a black trench coat, fitted black slacks, and stylish black boots. In contrast to him, Moran has clean-styled black hair and a freshly shaved face. When he spots Moriarty, he stands at attention. "Ready, boss?"

He waves at him dismissively. "Yes, yes. You've got your orders. Just be sure you're in place on time." Bastian nods, grabbing what looks like your typical briefcase by his feet, and leaves. Jim grabs his keys and locks up the flat.

The Professor takes public transport. It's around 7 AM, a fresh cup of coffee in hand, when he arrives at the building that his mark works out of. Oxford had contracts with the government, and it wasn't unusual for them to call someone from the mathematics department to do work for them. Lucky for him, one of his colleagues had taken ill, and he'd have to fill in for him. Placing his Airpods in, he speed dials Moran. "Boss, I have him in my sights. He's headed your way."

[chiefofstafftanner]

He tried to make his excursions into the city few and far between. It was too dangerous, and there was still so much that he didn't understand or realize. There was also the fact that the last two times he ventured outside he was sure someone was following him.

Tonight he would work on being more careful, maybe not go as far as usual. It also helped that he found a dark cloak in a chest of clothing. That kept him pretty well covered.

He just wanted a few moments of what felt like freedom, and the chance to see more people. Even if all he was going to do was watch from a distance.

As he turned the corner on a street he knew always remained mostly dark, he got that feeling again. Someone was following.

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[thefinalepilogue-m]

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❝ Oh, don't be dramatic, ❞ James drones with a roll of his eyes. ❝ Not all of it. Just the part where you're the hero of the story. Are your feelings hurt? ❞

Pleading eyes meet Ethan's, and a feigned pout deepens on James' lips.

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“I wanna be a cowboy, baby!”

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Q closed his eyes for a moment as his fingers hovered over his keyboard. Would there be a day when agents wouldn't request stupid items? It wasn't so much that he didn't want to make Ethan a cowboy hat and other such themed nonsense, it was more that the budget - of both money and his time - wouldn't allow for it.

"I'm sure you do. Would you like me to refer you for any future missions in the States? I'm sure Statesman can provide you with a hat if you ask them nicely." He suggested instead. "Have you ever been near a horse..?"