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[sagittaargentum]

Forgotten Bloodline

Allison frowned as she looked over yet another article that seemed to lead nowhere. “Nephilim...” she murmured. “There’s nothing that makes even the slightest sense about nephilim. It all contradicts.” She was talking to herself, but the revived huntress wasn’t going to give up. Not when she had so many questions about who had brought her back and why they insisted she serve “The Circle”. “There has to be somethign somewhere about what those people meant.”

[angelusauri]

Greenhouse

Jace sat in the greenhouse, watching the plants as he twirled his seraph blade quietly. Hearing footsteps come up the stairs, he sighed,. “I’m not particularly in the mood to entertain people.” he mused.

[lupuspurpura]

Business Hours

Peter was leaning over the counter as he worked on writing the specials for the night on one of the big chalkboards in the bar, the music playing at a normal volume since a great deal of his customers were of the supernatural type. Hearing the door open, he didn’t bother to look up, still working on the board. “We’re not officially open for another half hour. Can I help with something?” he asked.