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Smoking Behind the Supermarket with You | Super no Ura de Yani Suu Futari by Jinushi – Chapter 16

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"Perhaps I will, though I don't often run into these iron gates..." She'd have time to learn, probably. 

Smiling, she followed as he stepped onto the property. She wasn't worried - the cameras wouldn't pick up her presence. After all... She was more of a ghost than anything. 

"He is. That's why he managed to live this long. Feel free to take everything he has, I'm only here for his soul."

“How about you try it next time then?” He said, looking back and glaring at them. Maybe he should’ve taken it as a compliment that he makes it look easy. Oh well. Too late to do that now.

“He is? I just thought the fucker who lived here had to be loaded." He admitted, before stepping into the grounds. Looking around for any sort of security system.

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in order to not succumb to sex negative conservatism you have to accept that people will get off to things that are upsetting to you. and you cannot assume anything about what they have or have not experienced, what they do or do not believe, and how they act based solely on what gets them off. even if it's extremely confusing and disturbing to you. there are people who have only ever had heterosexual vanilla sex in missionary with the lights off, who actively contribute to more real world harm than your average fetish artist. kink is not a reliable source of information on someone's moral standing. it just feels good to think that way.

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@batoushoujo asked: Sits against his back, silently smoking a cigarette.

He smiles, glancing behind himself to look at her. 

"Mind if I bum one off ya? I'll give you one back later."

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x / Landscape With Fruit Rot And Millipede, Richard Siken

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@batoushoujo @wickdcreatures

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@smokes-and-bullets asked: “Are you lost? Because so am I” (Damian)

"Yeah, but that's the fun part." 

After all, once he figured out where they were, they wouldn't be lost anymore. Not only that, but it would be another coordinate added to Dalet's database. 

"Why? Did you have somewhere to be today?"

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...Hm. A creature that can turn others. noted. Some sort of empath. Also noted. Related... Maybe? It didn't seem like any creature he'd heard of, though, so it had to be something purely from Earth. 

"Do you know what you turned into?" he asked. Now that they were inside, Beau pulled off his glasses to wipe off a splash of blood that had gotten them with coat. As he rubbed them, Jun may have noticed he wasn't exactly human himself - one of his eyes was a bright yellow, with a pupil unlike any human eye. It was difficult to see with Beau's glasses on, as they had a glamour that made that eye identical to his blue one, but...

"Don't worry, this isn't an inconvenience. I'll just feed these scraps to my cousins." He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Feel free to bring any other leftovers you have back here." 

Something  tells  Jun  this  guy  is  going  to  be  a  little  more  understanding  than  he  should  be.  Maybe  it’s  the  fact  he  was  so  willing  to  help  him,  mostly,  the  way  he  was  so  quick  to  believe  he  was  someone  else  —  he’s  dealt  with  this  kind  of  stuff  before,  does  that  really  mean  he  isn’t  going  to  tell  anyone?  Does  that  really  mean  Jun  is  in  the�� clear?

“  I’m…  newly  turned…  and  I  don’t  know  how  to  control  my  hunger  yet.  My  patient  had  passed  already  and  I  had  called  for  the  coroner  but  I  couldn’t  help  myself,  and…  and  when  the  coroner  got  there  she  was  scared  and  the  fear  smelled  really  good  so…  So  I…  ”        his  stomach  growls  at  the  memory  of  the  scent.  He  grips  his  shirt  with  a  bloody  hand  and  whines.        “  I’m  sorry,  this  is  all  really  embarrassing  and  new  for  me.  I  really  hate  to  be  an  inconvenience.  ”

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...He knew the basics in regards to Ordos. It helped with the use of magic. But beyond that, everything was a mystery. He wasn't aware that things here were so different. 

Zayn was choosing, now, to just believe there was a giant ice box in the sky. 

"Like in the freezer..."

With excitement, he made his report through the shared link between all the adhocs:

GUYS! Guys there is an ice maker in the sky. 

Woah, really?

Does 28 know?

Of course Damian knows! He knows everything. Stupid ass.

"That's so cool. I didn't know it could get cold enough for that."

　　Oh. Huh. She supposes the question isn't all that weird; he didn't seem to really know what snow even was, after all.

　　“Well. Yes, but it depends where you are. You get a lot more in some places than in others. It only happens when it's cold.” This is going to sound mean, but her own explanation has got her wondering. “You, uh, you do know how weather works, right? ...It's frozen water. Rain that got cold enough to solidify.”

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"..Kinda?" She grinned, nervously running a hand through her artificial hair. It was woven with some unknown material, and quite realistic looking... but to someone observant, it was obviously fake. Not a wig, though. It was placed into her head much like hair on a doll. 

"I was just trying to get out of the rain a few months ago and just never left." 

It was a bit easy to stay somewhere like this when she didn't need to eat and had no need for plumbing or anything like that. 

She pauses, before pointing a thumb into the living room. 

"...You wanna come in or anything?"

　　Oftentimes rumors are wrong. Misunderstandings, over-exaggerations; some are outright pranks or lies. But the rare occasion they’re not is worth it. Even those that turn out to be “nothing” are worth itーthere’s always something to be learned.

　　Stories like this are a dime a dozen. The erred wife, the grief-stricken mother; as common as dandelions in the spring. Each one differs slightly, in its truth or its lie. Leon does wonder if there’s something in particular about women that makes them prone to these outcomes (Tem would give him a fistful for being so dense).

　　In perhaps a slightly different approach than other paranormal investigators or simply curious individuals would entail, Leon II walks up the door as if he were a neighbor asking for flower, and knocks. Nothing about him changes when someone actually answers, and for him, the lines on her skin don’t immediately tip him off to her being mechanical.

　　“Hello,” Leon greets plainly, with all the charisma of a rock. “Do you live alone here?”

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im gonna try and get some stuff done today, hopefully on this blog. Maybe on @eyes-xf-sin too but idk

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THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE 1.01 ― "Steven Sees A Ghost"

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There was a rumor, of an old abandoned house with the ghost of a woman inside. Every day, like clockwork, one could see her looking out the window. Stories of who she was differed from person to person - a widow who lost her husband in a time of war; a mother who killed herself after all her babies died; an abandoned wife who wasted away waiting for her cheating husband to return home. 

But when Leon investigated, he would find that none were the case.

She was not a ghost at all... 

She was a machine. 

With a whirr, the homunculus turned to look at the newcomer. 

"..Oh. Hello!" She smiled. "I don't get visitors often."

@mismatchedfables

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"A rash, huh? i get it, a lot of this stuff reeeeeeaaaaaally isn't allergy friendly," she chirped, tilting her head to the side. "Need some midol? I always carry some on me."

To add to the role of 'woman' she was currently playing right now... in truth, her employees got more out of the stuff she often carried on her than she did. 

" Sounds girly. " There's a pause. " Not that it's bad to use girly things, but it's not for me. Besides when I tried some it burned my skin and I had a rash for several days. Just always had these bad boys and I'm going to stay having them until - " Until what? Until he died? " Ugh, I feel a headache coming on... "

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He smiles, nodding. That checked out - it sounded fine. A shame that in the face of izaya's honesty, Darius would continue to lie. After all, the Castelleves had their cover story for a reason... Only those trusted could know they were aliens. 

For now. 

While Beau and Sylvester and Damian had more of a trail... They had a much simpler cover. A small town in India, far in the wilderness, isolated from people. The adhocs, however, had come far later. They were far stranger. They didn't know about the earth all that much. And for snoopy guys like him, they had a very different story.

Briefly, he wanted to correct Izaya - he did not smell cologne, but sweat. Pheromones. And the typical stench of an urban human... but he refrained.

"Thanks for the answer! I might check out that cologne. For your question, I'm from Belgirod-45. Russia." 

It wasn't all that different from the truth. He was a lab rat, through and through, and grew up in a similar secret city in Morstika.

As for Izaya... hopefully this would leave him running in circles. Those areas were heavily guarded, not many secrets made it out. While the others were used for keeping up with US nuclear research, that one in specific was used to study magical artefacts, among other things.

The only thing to leave that place that he was aware of was the homunculus that Damian rescued and, later, started a Brahtva group with. One he was no longer part of, of course... But Darius was sure that was because he couldn't die.

There is something unsettling about him now. Something very unsettling. Izaya studies Darius closely, smiling strangely.

It isn’t that he was caught, of course. That doesn’t bother him much. He all but admitted to it already, materializing right afterward the way he did, saying how well the date seemed to go. It’s the air about Darius, the look in his eye—and what he says. I could smell you the whole time.

Who are you, Darius? quickly becomes What are you, Darius?

          “Fair question!”          There’s no reason to lie.          “I thought you were strange. And interesting. There’s just something about you—something off. And I wanted to know more.”          A little pause. He enters a little debate with himself on the merits of biting his tongue—electing not to be a smart-ass—in the face of the unknown. Unfortunately, the wrong side wins.          “What you’re smelling is sandalwood. I can give you the name of the perfumer, but it’s expensive!” 

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They reach a fourway street - its empty, eerily so, but at this time of day that was somewhat normal. Darius moves to cross, but right when they get to the middle, he stops.

He stops. And he stares. Right at Izaya. As if he weren't looking at him, but through him.

"Why did you follow me to the restaurant?" It wasn't accusatory, or even angry. In fact, his voice was as chipper as ever. But he wasn't moving from the middle of road... And while it was empty now, that wouldn't last forever.

"You weren't hiding well. I could smell you the whole time."

          “Sure! I love a fair exchange,”          Izaya says, chipper, smiling. He’s nearly skipping as he falls into step beside Darius.          “Go ahead, I’m an open book.”

A lie. But also not. When he wants to be, he’s very open and straightforward. He’s a man of many contradictions. Made up entirely of them, one could say.

Whether or not he’ll commit to honesty now is anyone’s guess. He’ll have to hear the question first.