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“Stone! Just the brilliant, genius man I wanted to see.” Was he laying it on a little thick? Yes, he was. But he had a reason for it, and honestly, Stone was the only person who could get him out of this particular bind. “Uh, how do you feel about a little trip to Australia?”
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Time To Kill//Not Accepting
The spell burned deep into his skin, binding him. His muscles felt taught, as if restrained, but they moved freely, guiding his arm into his waistcoat to find the blade hidden there. He tried to cry out in warning, but it came out guttural, more warlike than warning.
Jacob's face changed to confusion, then surprise as Jenkins barreled towards him, sword held straight and most certainly deadly. His hands found a battle axe to counter Jenkins' short sword, but only barely caught the blade against the wooden handle in time to save his own life. The tip of the sword swung upward with the force of the sudden obstruction and sliced open Jacob's chin, splattering blood on his shirt collar. He cried out and touched the wound- a distraction that Jenkins could only hope the spell wouldn't take advantage of.
Of course, Lancelot's magic was well equipped to take advantage of his son. Jenkins felt the inner workings of his own mind move against his will, creating the intention for a deadly blow through Jacob's throat. Galeas hoped- no, he prayed- that Eve had taught Mr. Stone enough to win against him in battle.
Keep your wits about you, he thought, please, Jacob.
The thought hardly crossed his mind before Jacob countered again, bringing the axe up and barely missing his shoulder.
"Jenkins! What are you doing? I don't-"
"Want to hurt him?" Lancelot appeared behind Jenkins in a swirl of green smoke, a skill that he must have learned in the interim between now and their last battle.
Jenkins felt his arms press down hard against the axe handle, splintering it. The ancient wood bowed and threatened to give way against the immortal's brute strength. The tip of his blade threatened Jacob's throat once again.
"Oh no, I wouldn't worry about him. I would worry about yourself. After all, immortals are made of sterner stuff than... remind me again? Are you a linguist?"
Lancelot narrowed his eyes and Galahad felt a rush of strength flow through his shoulders, cracking the axe handle in two. The sword plunged through Jacob's throat with the force of the destruction, sending him to the floor clutching his windpipe.
"I suppose it doesn't matter." Lancelot smiled and turned to his newly acquired knight. A perfect servant to a king-to-be. Galahad stood at attention, his blade at his side.
From without, he had a steely look in his eye, but a close observer such as Mr. Stone would have noticed the desperation inside as he was forced to look into the failing eyes of yet another Librarian. His chest heaved, restraining an already strangled son in Galahad's throat.
Lancelot paid no mind to the dead Librarian as he sauntered close to his son, looking him in the eyes.
"Now, you're going to lead me to the heart of the Library, or next, you get to bash Ms. Cillian's head in."
“How did you get up there?”
Ariel did a little dance from her new perch on top of a bookcase.
“Take a wild guess--” She wrinkled her nose. “Och it’s dusty up here.”
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She couldn’t. Her fight had fizzled out; she had lost too many battles. The blue flames on her fingertips blew out.
“A can’t. Am sorry… ‘m sorry.”
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“Remember, Mr. Stone. It’s not where you come from.” Jenkins held his sword aloft as the ring of draugr closed in around them. Norse undead seemed to be particularly fierce, but that was perhaps because they also tended to be warriors. “Well, in this case it is. In our case, though-”
He thrust the iron of his blade through the first zombie that came close enough and it crumbled, inciting a smile from Jenkins. “Nothing beats the fair folk like perfectly forged iron.”
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me and hittcr: uhm jake and eliot are twins leverage: bet
But of course, its obvious -- Jake with all of his knowledge of art, decided to become an actor. His twin brother Eliot pretends to be him on the days they have stunts on the set because he can do them flawlessly.
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jake gets a shoulder punch and a nice beer for his birthday because that’s what eliot would want. and a promise to go out and do something fun that JAKE wants to do, and not eliot. because giving his brother the time of day is absolutely important and so are his interests. eliot admires the shit out of him.
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