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[musica-striga-blog]

New servants?

"New servants, I love them. It's always a treat. More and more mortals to bend at my feet. No bowing, no curtsies. Don't get down on one knee. This vampire queen is eccentric you see~." Marceline strummed her ax bass with a twisted smirk. What better way to great new acquaintances? "I don't want your respect, your friendship, your money. Oh honey, I prefer the sound of your screams!" 

[formerbravo-archived]

((My neighbor was blasting Christmas music for a few days in a row last week and I was like W H Y. And we live in a small town so he plays it hella loud and no one complains about it.))

((Uugghh. All I'm asking is that they wait two days. After thanksgiving, play all that Christmas music to your hearts content. But not now pls.))

[undercoveranesthetic]

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Hey. Commander Eitana Shepard. You need somethin, kid?

[theflyinggrayson-archive-blog]

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Fancy meeting you here.

[primal-armament-blog]

Into the Shadows • Jason, Logan

Gotham.

It is the playground where criminals play in the light, and the psychotic and monstrous lurk in the night.

Logan had heard about the city before, particularly when he met a few of its inhabitants. Most of them had been members of who appeared to be the legacy of Gotham, though Logan would smell (and had confirmed) that they were something more, a team of carefully molded detectives and fighters who foil those who want to see the city crumble to the ground. 

“Hmph,” Logan said as he stopped at a street corner and took a cigar out from inside of his jacket. The collar of the jacket rose high to shield him from the wind as he lit the cigar with a flick of his Zippo lighter and the quick spark. Slowly inhaling the taste and exhaling in satisfaction, he continued to walk. His footsteps against the cold pavement continued to trace over the cracks of sidewalk long past repair. Despite the fact that he expected no welcoming reception (he blatantly ignored the strong suggestion to call the local heroes), he was not expecting it to be a quiet night. All he could hear was the general whir of the wind, and felt disappointed by the lack of urgency and police sirens.

Yet he continued on, his mission tonight did not involve forcing himself to cozy up with billionaires, entertain circus boys, insult teenagers, and challenge child assassins. Hell, if he had a choice, he would have been back in New York getting the rest that he had needed over the months. But after a series of evidence directed attention to to Gotham, Logan reluctantly dragged himself to this city. Fortunately, he was able to pick up a few leads from some contacts that he had maintain over the years, and hung around enough people to know about the abandoned warehouses and abandoned factories that surrounded a part of Gotham Bay. Though it would not be certain until he could verify the facts. 

As far as Logan could tell, it would be a challenge to do a search based on his senses alone. Because as far as he could tell, it was impossible to sort out anything from the smell of corruption, gear, and malice.

[liltimdrake-blog]

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"Hello, Pleasure to meet you sir."