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[unspokendestiny-blog]

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No longer having magic at his constant disposal wasn’t something that Merlin found particularly enjoyable, but there were rare times when it felt almost unbearable.  Those times often included opening his windows to air out the smoke and a need to buy new pots and pans.  It wasn’t as though he’d been doing anything ridiculous, only cooking some porridge. Merlin was sure he’d made it by hand once, back before it had been safe to use his magic for trivial things.  The problem was that was a very long time ago and he just couldn’t seem to remember that he needed to give his full attention to these things.  It wasn’t smart to get distracted by his books when he had something on the stove.

 His breakfast mishap meant another morning meal at the Eggman diner.  Normally that wasn’t such a terrible outcome (some mornings he barely had time for an apple after cleaning up the mess), but that morning Merlin had intended to go over notes too sensitive for such a public space.  Though there was nothing in the way of clues Merlin couldn’t help but look into every small detail about the missing persons he could get his hands on. He wasn’t used to not knowing what was going on but without his visions he was as clueless as everyone else. Merlin didn’t like it.

 Merlin was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed someone looking at him.  Quickly returning a smile to his face, he meet their gaze.  “Good morning.”

[fableprotector]

“--- Listen, you’re either here to report somethin' or you’re just buggin’ me. It better not be the second one, I really don’t have time.” He gestured to his desk, a mess of paperwork and well---- left over thai food he didn’t remember picking up. He should really throw that out. “So. . . you got something?” An eye brow arches in the direction of the person opposite of his desk. 

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[unfrogettable-prince]

Perhaps it was the lighting in the Velvet Note, but there was a certain twinkle in the eye of one Narcisco Campos. With a lyrical spin of the heel and an enthusiastic smile, he greeted the patrons of the club with ease. Always the center of attention and the living essence of a good time, Narcisco slipped into the seat across another. He hummed out a sigh of content as he offered a wink, “Please, excuse the intrusion, but you look to be... How do they say? 'Needing of a good time'.” His tongue rolled over the words fluidly as he carefully rose a wine glass. “The frown on your face won't be good for business, my friend. Lemme help you.”

[thetruefairest-blog]

Adelaide wanted nothing more than to sit in peace and drink something decadent, but the fable community didn’t have the money for a fancy restaurant. The I Am the Eggman Diner would have to do. The blonde was attempting to ignore those around her while clicking away fervently on her phone when she felt a presence approach. With an almost eye roll, the assistant mayor looked up and leveled the intruder with an icy stare.

“Can I help you? Office hours are over you know.“

[fableprotector]

With everything going on, it was hard to think that just hours ago--- Bigby was at some stupid, bigger version of prom. And that Meg was teaching him how to dance, and how there was this one moment---- a moment where for a second, he forgot who he was. Forgot he was the big bad wolf, forgot he was the sheriff, forgot about the missing persons and all there was Meg and----  Then that scream.  And now his hands were covering his face as he took a deep breath. He had to get people calmed down. It was a couple hours and he took a look through the crime scene. It was overkill. Someone knew him.  “So---” He began, taking a moment to pour himself a drink. “When did you arrive at the gala last night?” Interviews. His favorite.

[fableprotector]

It figures that this all happens. Get enough fables together and of course, shit goes south fast. He didn’t think the scene would be so violent though. . . however given with who it was, it didn’t really surprise him. The Knave was always dramatic, so his death would of course be just as bad. Bigby had a long list of suspects given how many people Knave pissed off, he had his work cut out for him.  First on his list was a very mad used to be queen. Red.  “Alright, let’s just start from the beginning. When was the last time you talked to the Knave.” He paused for a moment, and then added. “I. . . I know he was a friend of yours.”

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[cheshiregrincorvus-blog]

Corvus knew that with all of the confusion and hectic events of the evening he was to be one of the first approached. It was only a matter of time until--someone stepped into his grinning shadow as he drank from his glass. He chuckled, of course. “Tick tock, tick tock.” He chorused in a cheeky tone. “Have you come to ask me something or shall you stand and stare like a dumbstruck child?” Each word dripped with a teasing tone that only seemed to float about like tiny music notes that slowly dissipated from his vision. Children, all of them, and the Knave, that man. His teeth glimmered at the thought. He’d deserved what he got.

[fableprotector]

“Listen. It’s been a rough day for everybody, okay? Let’s just--- shut up and calm down. No need for any bloodshed okay?” His arms are slightly raised, palms out as if that alone is a sign of mercy. Why he was breaking up this fight was beyond him---- he could have let it go on a little but that would be cruel. Cruel to him. Having to listen to this nonsense.