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[missmargomuse616]

Starter for @thefxrgxttensxn

It all started in New York, where the big battle took place. Everyone thought that would be the end of the chaos, and that thanks to the avengers we were all safe. But were we? Little did we know there would be bigger threats and more destruction and death. At first a certain god of mischief came to town. Wanted to rule Midgard as he would say. Unfortunately for him he was captured and sent back to asgard.

When decided to not only follow up on the events during and after the invasion. She wanted to learn more about the trickster himself. It was one of those lucky breaks you get when things seem to go in one direction then turns into another with shocking results. Never would she imagined meeting with one of her friends jane in Paris. Never would she imagined Jane telling her that Jane was interested in thor. Never would she imagined traveling with Jane and thor to asgard. And most certainly never would have imagined meeting loki while being held in his cell.

Her opinion on loki was all over the place, especially after meeting and talking with him a bit. She just could shake this feeling that maybe there was more to his story than just a typical villain. Either way she couldn't wait to go back to earth to write about this. Yet there was one problem. She was stuck here, with absolutely no way of returning home. Never in a million years she would imagined being stuck here in asgard.

[hearts-beating-and-still]

*The drive to Vaclàv’s is long and eerily quiet. Rosie drives in a car with Sascha and Max while Dolly drives for Anatole, Leo, and their self-appointed leader Beckett. The house sits on a dead end street, so there’s only one way to get there. They all get out a few blocks away - around the place where Nigel’s phone was last tracked. His car is gone, presumably towed by the Ravnos’ cronies already, but his phone is still under a tree stump.

On it is a note that reads “Vaclàv has Jain, against his will. Send help.”

Well that’s a bit redundant now, Rosie thought sourly. She was mad at her new friend for endangering himself like this. But...had the shoe been on the other foot...would she have done differently?

There was no time for hypotheticals right now though. This was the time for action. They had a werewolf and a ghoul to save.*

We need to create a barrier to lock everyone in place so he can’t call for backup. I can do one with marking the four cardinal directions around the house and then Max and Sascha can do one with blood to bolster it!

*As she’s speaking, Beckett and Leo are helping Anatole out of the car. He’s wrapped in a homemade quilt and shivering, despite not being able to feel cold. Rosie heart nearly rips in two and she can’t help but run up and hug the Malkavian fiercely.*

Oh Tole...we’re gonna make this right. Don’t worry!

@uselesscaitiff

@in-search-of-enoch

@sascha-the-tremere

@the-one-man-tower-of-babel

@laughing-crow

@radiatorchains

[mystical-sun]

@drsoul-is-here Good evening. Sascha and I are here with Geoffrey. 

[in-search-of-enoch]

@uselesscaitiff

A large wolf howls in front of Solomon’s shop.

[eagle-of-the-night]

In The Interlude

Ash could no say what hurt the worse - the stinging paralyzing stake stuck in his chest or the fact it was his own fledgling that he driven the stake in through his chest.

He had caught the scent of them again, somewhere alongside the outskirts of the city and had been trying to keep a careful eye. But he forgot, even without the use of disciplines - Victor was light on his feet and quiet as death. He was more surprised the strength his fledgling had to drive the stake into his heart and had used the last of his ability to move to send his half written text.

It hurt to watch Victor turn back, look at someone else for approval. It took most of his focus to keep his eyes open and all he could do was internally sneer at the sight of his sire.

Then they’d taken his limp body and dumped him inside a trunk and took him inside some rundown church. Christian? It looked Christian. It did look to be in use and the outsides were probably bordered up given the dull shades to the stained glass windows.

‘Not a fighter, but he does have his uses,’ His sire said, scratching his beard and looking between him and Victor.

It almost filled him with disgust, seeing Victor happy with that praise. His fingers twitched, he was going to rip out Sayyid’s throat.

‘We’ll be leaving to return home in a few days. I make much profit from the war in boons,’ Sayyid said with such a pointed smile.

‘But not without a couple of parting gifts for you. I never did think of a good punishment - but taking your family with me. Making them my own? That will be a good enough punishment for your disobedience and ungratefulness - don’t you think?’

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He was forced to watch the next morning - as Sayyid likely completed his blood bond with Victor. He felt so powerless. So useless. He wanted his teeth in his sire’s dam throat. And once they were done - Victor wrote a few texts on Sayyid’s behalf before leaving his phone next to him and leaving him without a second glance.

So Ash waited - sorely hoping that text was one telling someone to come get him. Otherwise he’d be here quite a while...

@a-crown-of-rosaries @gangrelflower

[the-one-man-tower-of-babel]

@adaughterofcacophony @uselesscaitiff

Something is about to happen you will not like, but it is necessary. It will all work out, I promise you. But it may be...distressing, in the meantime.

Trust me, okay?

[tremere-knight-archived]

@in-search-of-enoch All right. We’ve got Kieran to stop babbling about the wallpaper for a moment. Let’s go over these things I managed to decode.

[nginiamhim]

@dingodilesuggestions @tinytigersuggestions

Boys! I need help moveeng feenished parts of my NEW AND EEMPROVED mech!! So eet can be assembled!!

Come to my lab!!