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ultimatelyunassuming · 1 year

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CW: there are talks of death in this. There is a ghost involved who died, it is not a shown death. Also there is a scene in a hospital with a guy in a coma, he wakes up though. Want yall to be informed before reading.

"Can you come by the office at 9 today? I'm in pretrial meetings until then."

"Alright! It's a deal!" Maya chirps over the phone, the speaker crunching her cheery voice. "Okay, sis, see you soon!"

Mia smiles. "Yep, I'll be waiting." She snaps her phone shut, sitting down next to Diego Armando's comatose body. "Looks like I'm going to be busy today, Diego." She leans back in her chair. "I really don't want to do this, having to sneak around and smuggle evidence underneath Redd White's nose. If it was up to me, I'd drag that man to court and prove to everyone how much he corrupted our legal system." She sighs. "I don't have enough evidence to do that, though. I need something big, something... Something concrete. I just need a crux to this entire conspiracy, one key, important piece of evidence before I can pull him into court." She turns to Diego, letting the room fill with the beeps and whirrs of the hospital. "You would've been able to find this missing piece," Mia mutters to herself. "If only you were awake." She stands up. "Well, I better get going. Goodbye Diego, I'll see you later." She bends down and gives Diego a kiss on the forehead.

As she leaves, she could've sworn she saw Diego's hand move. Must be wistful thinking.

~~~~~

Mia stands in front of a graveyard, a flower and a newspaper clipping in her hand. 'Paul O'Ticien, an upstart politician has died after his affair was leaked to the press'. The flower is wilting, the petals becoming sandy and brittle. Mia knows that Redd White was involved in this situation, whether it be leaking Paul's love life to the news, or killing him. She just needs confirmation.

Mia opens the gate doors, gritting her teeth as it creaks open. She takes a breath, in and out, and takes a step in. Graveyards are a familiar place for Mia, especially this graveyard. She's been here many times. She keeps her head down as she follows a dirt path, her heels sinking into the pale ground with every step she takes. Voices mummer around her, and Mia feels the stare of many eyes upon her. "I am here for Paul O'Ticien," She firmly says. "Not for anyone else. I'm sorry." After she says that, she hears the chatter and the stares fade away. "Thank you."

After a few minutes of walking, Mia arrives at Paul's grave. She leans down and places her flower on top. "Paul O'Ticien, I need to speak with you."

Mia feels a chill as a gust of wind passes by her. Wind swirls around Paul's gravestone, getting faster and faster, until it disperses. A figure looms over the gravestone, a long skinny man leaning on the grey stone. He's wearing dress pants and a blue, cross hatch button up, a red tie wrapped around his neck. "You wanted me, Mia Fey?"

"Yes," Mia clutches her magatama. "I'm sorry for your loss. I, er, brought you a flower."

"Oh, really?" Paul looks down. "Oh, you did." Paul floats through the gravestone. He bends down and outstretches his hand. His fingers floating through the plant and grabs something within the stem. He pulls, a faint outline of the flower within his hands. "What a lovely gift. A flower close to its death." He tucks the plant behind his ear. "Is that all?"

Mia shakes her head. She takes out a pen and paper. "No. I have some questions about your life-."

"I'm not going to tell you about my affair."

Mia's eye twitches. "My questions aren't about your affair, it's about Redd White."

Paul's lips twists into a frown. "Oh, that son of a bitch!" He spits. "That no good, rotten, goddamn, bottom feeder, soul sucking, self centered, world destroying dick! Redd White is lucky that I am dead, if I was still alive I would've killed him before he killed me!"

"So, Redd White killed you?"

"He did. He blackmailed me, he leaked my affair when I tried to enact policy he didn't like, and he killed me once he realized that this rumor wouldn't stopped me."

"What was your relationship with Redd White?"

"Bad."

Mia waits. "Is... Is that all? There has to be more, you can't just say that it's 'bad' and leave it at that."

"I can."

Mia's eye twitches. "You can, but you really should say more. I'm a lawyer, Mia Fey of Fey & Co. Law Office, I'm trying to gather a case against Bluecorp and its founder, I really need your input so that I can gather more evidence."

Paul hums. "I don't think a testimony of a dead man can be used in court."

"Well of course it can't, I'm just trying to find leads to evidence. Like, for example, maybe a voicemail with a conversation between you and White, or maybe a note from Bluecorp. Does anything come to mind when I say this?"

"Hmmm....." Paul taps his chin. "Perhaps. I believe if you find my phone, you could find the last conversation I had with White. If my wife haven't thrown it out already."

Mia finishes scribbling on her notepad. "Thank you so very much! I'll be back once I have your phone."

Paul cocks his head. "You're coming back?"

"Of course," Mia puts her notepad back into her purse. "If I'm going to root around in your phone contacts, it'd be shitty of me to do it on my own. And besides, nobody turns into a ghost for no reason, I want to help you pass on."

"Oh. That's nice of you." Paul says. "A nice, lawyer, that's a first."

Mia smiles. "Thank you."

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"Crap, crap, crap, I'm late!!!" Mia runs, her heels clacking on the pavement. She got so caught up in trying to find Paul's phone that she lost track of time, and she didn't even find the damn thing!

She rushes down the street, passing the hotel next to her office. It's only been.... Er..... Mia checks her watch. 9:07. It's only been 7 minutes, things should be fine! Maya's 16, she can wait a little bit by herself. She has a key to the office, she'll be ok! And besides, she's not going to care if you're a little bit late.

She arrives at the door, panting to herself. Ughhhhhhhh, she's never going to run again, she's so tired. Mia needs a minute to compose herself.

"Er, chief?"

"P-Pheonix?" Mia whips her head around. "What are.... What are you doing here, I th- I thought you went home for the night."

"We were going to go eat dinner with Larry Butz today." Phoenix says. Crap, another thing Mia forgot!

"Oh, okay," Mia wheezes.

"Are you okay? You look..... Winded."

"Yeah, I am. I was doing work, and lost track of time, and had to hurry back for Maya."

"Maya... That's your sister, right?" Phoenix asks. Mia nods. "We should probably enter the office then."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, just......... Ugh, give me a minute." Maya takes a few deep breaths in. "Okay, okay I'm good, let's go in."

Phoenix takes out his keys and inserts it into the keyhole. ".... That's strange, it's already unlocked."

"Maya has a key, she's probably inside already."

He hums, acknowledging her comment. He pulls the door open. "The lights are off."

"Weird, Maya should be there...." Mia sniffs. "Do you smell that?"

"Yeah, it smells a bit coppery...." Phoenix takes another whiff. ".... No it's... It's blood!"

"Maya!" Mia rushes in. "Maya, where are you? Are you okay?!"

"M... Mia?" A small cry came from the backrooms.

Mia rushes to the backrooms and flings the door open. "Where are you, what's going on?" She turns her head and sees her sister. She's hunched over a figure, tears in her eyes. Below, there's a tall man leaning on the wall, nearly collapsing in on itself. His wild white hair fans out from his head, clumping together, staining red from blood. His red button up hides the blood dripping from his wound, occasionally staining his beige vest. His black tie is hanging lose from his neck, partially undone.

"Chief, what's going-!" Phoenix enters the room and sees the dead man. "Wh.... What...?"

Maya looks between Mia and Phoenix. "I.... I didn't...." Maya faints.

"Chief...?" Phoenix turns to Mia.

It's her time to be the boss. "Phoenix, please take Maya out of here. I'll.... I'll call the police in a minute." Phoenix nods as he heads over to Maya. He picks her up and brings her out of the room, the door shutting behind him.

Mia takes a shakey step. "This... That can't be him." She take another step, and another. He's wearing his lucky outfit, the same outfit he wore to Mia's first trial. The same outfit he wore when he drank his last coffee, the same outfit he wore when he was brought to the hospital, the same outfit he wore for 5 years, the same outfit. Mia clutches her magatama, staring at the dead man before her. "This shouldn't be possible. You're supposed to be in a coma. You- You're supposed to be in a hospital, you're not supposed to be dead in my office room." Mia blinks away tears. "D.... Diego Armando, I need to speak with you." Her voice is shaking.

The smell of blood in this room thickens. A scream is let out across the street. Blood drips from Diego's head, slowly, staining the carpet on the room. The silence sticks to this room, clinging to Mia's heart.

A ghostly arm bursts from Diego's chest. Another hand follows after, flailing around trying to find a perch. The hands grab his torso and pulls, peeling Diego's soul from his body. His head is pulled away, following the ghost's torso. With one final tug, Diego is dislodged from his body. "Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhellllo, Mia," Diego croaks, voice raw, his tongue foreign in his mouth. "Luh, lan, loonng time, no seeeeeee. It's beh, it's been a while."

Diego is dead. Diego was poisoned, was in a coma for five years, and died in Mia's office. Mia takes a step and feels her heel snap in half.

#les attorney #ficlet #playtesting this fic idea by making a snippet of it and posting it to my tumblr #idk if I have mia's voice down fully... i need to make her more bitchy and self assured #and also the ideas behind the ghosts and godots shit is a bit undercooked i need to spend some more time on it #i think if i were to rewrite this id spend more time with godot mainly bc theres more i want to say there and rewrite the ghost scene bc-#-i think it drags on and doesnt. communicate what i want to communicate. it is what it is #i like the last part though. gotta scale back the horror part for diego though

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athenaquinn · 4 years

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Mummer Mia || Quintin & Athena

Timing: Friday, July 17th

Parties: @faecurious and @athenaquinn

Summary: Just some casual warden bonding, as one does.

Warnings: NPC Bestiary Fae murder? Not super graphic but there is mention of it.

Quintin rarely hunted without a plan. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the instincts to deal with things on a whim, especially involving Fae monsters which were his favorite to collect and study, it was that he wasn’t the best hand to hand fighter. He preferred traps, weapons that stunned, and various forms of cages, and injury causing surprises that allowed his planning to do the work, so he could scoop in and finish them off. There was another side to it. Sometimes he wanted them alive, and such a hunt always required a different mindset going into it. Today wasn’t one of those days. He was minding his own business when he noticed a man knocking on something invisible, and shouting to let him out in a small green space area. Quintin immediately heard someone in passing comment, mimes must be practicing out of costume. But Q knew better, all his sense telling him this wasn’t the case, that there was a Fae nearby. He moved towards a lamp post and watched for a moment, hands tucked into his band hoodie, a heavy backpack on his shoulder.

She needed a good hunt, sometimes. There was something satisfying, even if just going out on her own without a set plan. For all that Athena did plan for many things, sometimes the best way to go about things with regard to hunting was spontaneity. Certainly, running headfirst into certain situations had gotten her into trouble before, but it didn’t stop her from still doing the same thing. Over and over - which she knew her brother wouldn’t approve of, but he wasn’t living with her and their family, so she didn’t have to worry about what he thought (not that she’d ever really worried, anyhow). All of a sudden she felt a chill run through her body. The same sort - though the response her body gave did tend to vary - that she felt when fae were around. A man in a small green space apparently trapped. Well, that was odd. She thought to herself, moving a few steps closer. Pausing for a moment, she pressed her fingertips against her shirt, feeling the cool iron blade tucked against her hip.

Quintin noticed the other younger woman pause as well, but this town always had people curious. Even now, with the man obvious in trouble, those on the sidewalk had already convinced themselves it was some training, or weird mime thing. How many people died this way here? Just in plain sight with others walking right by. Bad way to go, but Quintin didn’t feel one way about it. He wasn’t always difficult to feel disconnected while on a hunt. Killing wasn’t something that he enjoyed, and it felt more duty then desire. His hand burrowed in his hoodie rolled a handful of iron beads. They were one of his favorites, sometimes exactly what he needed to find something invisible. The man started miming for help, his gestures clearly distraught, but waving at both of them watching. Quintin wasn’t looking at him anymore, but around, and started walking along the east side of the green space. Looking casual and youthful, but his eyes were darting quickly to see if he could make the Fae’s location.

There was someone else here. Besides the man who looked to be in a box. Athena frowned for a moment, wondering if this person was fae. If they were the cause for whatever was going on with the man. Except… she bit her lip, mentally scrolling through a mental list of different fae types. It’s important to keep as many memorized as possible, she could hear her parents whispering to her. Even if they all are based on the same principle and must be treated equally, some have different skills than others. She could curse herself for not putting together exactly what was going on, but the young man was proving to be a distraction to her. Adjusting her posture and pulling her ponytail tighter, she marched over to where he was standing and tapped him on the shoulder. “Having fun observing, are we?” She raised an eyebrow, before glancing back over to the man in the box. Invisible box. Fae. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Mummer. Of course. Had to be. The only thing more annoying than mimes were mime-like fae. The worst of both worlds.

Quintin took a step back at the tapping on his shoulder, looking far more relaxed then the pounding of his heart betrayed. The younger woman seemed to pick up on the situation as odd, which Quintin wasn’t ever sure if someone would just make an excuse for what they are seeing or know the cause. Her eyes squeezing shut like she was in thought was a little cute. If a lightbulb could turn on above the head of blonde hair, it would have shown bright enough to blind him. Quintin kept his hands in his pockets, “I’m not having fun. There’s a man trying to mime his way out of a box,” he tested, “I’m looking for who made it.” He saw fast movement in a brush and ducked down to get out of view, his hand pulled out revealing those small iron beads.

“You never know in this town. People have all sorts of odd amusements. Take it from someone who’s lived here her whole life.” She glanced over to him. “So am I.” She pursed her lips for a moment. “I like to problem solve, and this is quite the problem.” Athena gave a small huff, though as the young man ducked down she did too, her arm bumping against his. “Sorry.” She adjusted her positioning, kneeling against the ground when her eyes caught the beads in his hand. The cold iron knife against her hip was like a continued breath of fresh air, though not one that she was willing to share yet. You had to play your cards close to your chest, no matter how metaphorical they might be. “Nice beads you’ve got there.” She raised an eyebrow, voice barely above a whisper. “Look like a sort that could be good from problem solving, if I’m not mistaken.” A smirk covered her lips.

“Entire life?” Quintin offered a small smile, his fluffy hair of curls blew in his face a little as he peaked over. Anyone who grew up here and knew all the weirdness well, had a leg up in experience. LA was infested with Fae wanting stardom or eating talent, but here was a bit of everything all the time. “I like to problem solve too-- though this is a puzzle I’d rather not be boxed in on.” He shook his head lightly at their banter, the boyishness easily exposed as he chuckled. It was refreshing when Quintin usually took his hunts a little more seriously, over planning, and didn’t pause to savor. “Thanks, want a few?” He rolled a couple into his palm, offering some over if she wanted them. “They can cover a bit of ground.” From their position he could see the mummer with their hands in the air, looking like they were trying to put on a tiny striped shirt two sizes too small and their arms got stuck in the up position. His head tilted, as the human trapped started miming the same thing. “I hate mimes.”

“Born and raised.” Athena did her best to match his smile with one of her own. Voice perhaps a bit too cheerful, too similar to what one might expect out of a Pollyanna movie (and if there was someone who she absolutely was not, it was certainly Pollyanna. She’d never been that naïve). Clearly the man next to her wasn’t from around here - his surprised tone indicated that much - and besides, he didn’t look too much older than she was, so she might’ve run into him if he had lived here for longer. “Nice pun,” she rolled her eyes, though a small smile covered her lips. She flicked a hand through the end of her ponytail and looked over at his words, before grabbing a few of the beads from his hand. “Thanks, I’ve got a more close range item, but these’ll do wonders. Maybe I’ll have to make it up to you after this, we’ll see.” She rolled one between her thumb and forefinger, eyes closing again for a brief moment as she relished in the comforting chill of the iron. When she opened them again the mummer was clearly present and began further controlling the human trapped in the box. Athena felt her blood boil beneath her skin, iron travelling to her fingertips as she felt frustration roll through her body. “Gee, me too.” She made a face. “We’ll have to act fast. Those - well, the thing causing this might decide to crush the person inside and I’m not keen on that at all.”

“Good,” he commented about the melee weapon. “This might be quick then, it’s nice to partner up. Never have before.” Quintin agreed with her final statement wholeheartedly and it expressed easily on his face in sadness. Nothing was worse than monsters playing around with humans. “I’ve actually seen it happen before, and it’s a bit graphic. Ill lure it out and get its attention.” Jumping up and dashing with his speed towards a tree where above him was cut off in sharp lines as a box formed just over his head. Barely ducking in time, he poked his head out pulling the mummer’s attention towards him and away from the trapped man crying in the box as they mimed getting stuck in a sweater. Q made eye contact with it, and he toyed with the hidden beads. Calmly leaving himself open for attack. “Have it mime something funnier,” he challenged, hoping for a playful edge, and a solid distraction so it could be flanked.

“I know what I’m doing,” Athena raised an eyebrow. “Prefer solo, usually?” She did a quick once-over of him. “I’ve seen it happen too. Read about it, seen it, studied it.” Her parents had made sure of that. So perhaps her competitive side was coming out just a bit more than it should have, but she wasn’t going to be shown up by some newcomer to town, even if they did appear to be a hunter. Then the young man was gone and trying to distract the mummer. Athena stood up and walked out, her boots digging into the dirt. “You know there’s another way to get rid of it.” She smirked, walking past the two of them to the man in the box. “The way to get out of a box is a key. Or a door.” She made eye contact with the man in the box, mouthing ‘We’ll get you out of here’ before she turned around to the young man. “Go left!” She yelled as the mummer attempted to toss up another box around him. Pulled her knife out from where it had rested on her hips and took a glance at the fae, holding the handle of the knife between her thumb and forefinger. “I’d love for this to end quickly, but I have been dying to test this beauty out. It was laying in a box under my bed for so long, what a shame.”

Quintin didn’t find himself with a choice to ever hunt with others. He barely had friends, and anyone professional in his field were all humans trying to find cures to diseases, or work out how to stop a pandemic. He did move left, the box attempting to wrap around him just missing him again and hilariously giving him a little haircut on the tips. The mummer scurried around, and seemed to find this situation unfavorable. The box around the human tightened, the man inside started screaming, slamming his hands on the box, and trying to dig into the ground. Q saw the mummer’s attention shift, and so he came around the back end, pushing all the iron in his body to his hands, and forearms with a shiver he leapt towards them, and wrapped his arms around their middle. Holding them in a frantic screech as their skin hissed. Q held on, even when they cut into his skin. “Test it then--” he said, the two words always alluring to the scientist who wanted to know what she was referring too.

“Just, give us a moment.” Athena held her hands up at the man in the box. I’d be screaming too, if I were there. All of a sudden, the man was grabbing the mummer and the mummer was screeching and Athena flashed a glare at the man. “Don’t kill it.” She couldn’t believe she had to be the one to tell someone to not kill a fae. Yet, at least. “If we want to save our friend over there,” she motioned with her chin, “this little guy has gotta be alive.” She smirked, running her tongue against her teeth. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun.” She flicked her ponytail and knelt down, inches from the young man’s face and from the mummer. “You’re going to watch that man and you’re going to let him go.” The mummer’s face contorted into a gruesome smile as Athena grabbed hold of its arms. “We’ve gotta hold onto this. Or else it can make its own special wall and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“It won’t die, have a little faith. It’s just a little burn,” Quintin said just as confidently though he was a hair surprised at her reaction. Maybe she was around a lot of people who simply killed without realizing how tricky the Fae were and not knowing who was bound to their magic. He never assumed with anyone, their amount of knowledge or expertise. She was curious in the situation, confident, a bit bossy, but it wasn’t annoying. Quintin was calm, almost emotionally disconnected from the struggling mummer as he held onto them much like wrangling a cat for a bath. The smile from the creature was awful, and corrupted in that way which made Quintin’s frustrations at the Fae in general erupt in disgust in his gut. “That wouldn’t be fun, forever isn’t something we have,” Q spoke right in the mummer’s ear which made them wince. “So a door right? The guy inside needs to mime one, if I’m not mistaken.” He made sure to hold its head in the trapped human’s direction, shifting the iron up his arm, or in his hands to keep the creature still when it started to wiggle out. “I’ll hold its face so it’s looking at them.”

“I have plenty of faith when I see fit to have it.” Athena smirked. She didn’t see any reason in particular not to trust the young man, but one could never be too certain. She might have been an outgoing person, but she also didn’t trust too easily. Trust had to be earned, at least proper trust did. “I just also like to help the greater good as a first step. Everything else is secondary. His life comes first.” She blew a strand of hair out of her face, lips curved into a smirk. At least he wasn’t fighting her. That meant more than most other things could. “Yes, he does. Mime a door, mime getting out, and he should be all good.” She glanced over at the man. If he doesn’t panic-attack himself out before then. “Fine. You do that,” she twirled her knife between her fingers before she moved over to where the man was still present in the box. “Hey,” she said, voice soft and gentle, “hey, I’m going to help you, okay? I’m sorry for what is happening. I need you to breathe, first off. Breathe, and then do you think you can play pretend with me? I want you to find an imaginary door.” The man looked up and nodded. Athena looked back over to the young man still holding down the mummer and grinned. Turning back to the man she held out her hand - iron concentrated throughout her fingertips (just in case he was fae too, though her sense wasn’t growing, not now). He turned an invisible handle and collapsed onto the ground.

Quintin felt a deep pang in his center. A cold iron drop, which had his soft features frowning slightly between his brows. He wished his dad still hunted and was here with him. Q didn’t ever hunt with others, but this particular moment had been a lot easier and without anyone getting hurt. So many times he’s had to watch someone perish, or lose their name, or get hurt and he had to call an ambulance for them. Amity Road was a cesspool of Fae equally living their lives like they belonged there and those who harmed people every day. The man collapsing and free was a win, and Q was relieved. He pushed the mummer forward, digging his knee into their back and pulled out a twine of rope and iron threads from his backpack. The more the creature struggled, the more it would ache its skin. He tied up the mummer’s arms in long loops to stop it from being able to mime, and its legs just in case they could use their magic from those limbs as well. “Is he okay?” he asked about the man, “I have an iron chest on my truck bed. I’ll toss this thing in there and deal with it later. I also have some water in my bag here if that guy needs it.” He looked up, Quintin always looking frail and malnourished with his work habits. “Thanks too. I’m Quintin, by the way.”

At least one part of this was all dealt with. The man was safe, and that was what mattered most. Athena turned to look at the other man, watching him tie up the mummer. She walked briskly over, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll deal with it later?” Why not now? “What are your plans with it? Just as with any pest, I am of the belief that quick and fast disposal is the best way to go about things.” She covered her lips with her hand, fighting against a giggle that threatened to escape. It wasn’t kind, she knew that much, but it was true. Just the same as the spiders she’d killed for her brother when they were children, a quick and easy end to their lives was the way to go. “Iron chest isn’t a bad way to go, and yes, I think the man is just fine.” She looked over her shoulder. “He’ll be fine, at least.” She stuck out her hand. “Athena. You’re welcome.”

Q shook it. “I’m a scientist, I am paid to research these things,” he was a little wary of the hot and cold vibe she was weaving together with them. He didn’t entirely care if it died right here, right now. But their lack of voice was interesting, and could be a good piece to add to his experiment. If his creation couldn’t talk back, that could be a decent addition. “The iron chest makes it a bit slow on death, less damage to vital organs, and not as messy with the blood so my lab doesn’t get overly decontaminated. However,” he had the same sorta twinkle in her eye, one that truly didn’t fucking care about these creatures. “You can kill it if you want, I don’t really care. I usually work with them dead anyway.” He held the creature out much like offering a casserole between neighbors.

“Well, color me a bit impressed.” Athena raised an eyebrow.”You are paid to research that? I’d want to meet your Principal Investigator.” She winked, before she knelt down on the ground and offered him another smirk. “Well, I might have to add one of those to my collection.” You can kill it, he said and she adjusted where she was sitting, holding her knife firmly in her hands. When he offered the mummer she grabbed it, holding it firmly against her body. “I’ll spare you the shriek, besides, the knife might be fun. Cold iron is fantastic to work with.” She dug the knife into its chest then, aiming for at least a couple clustered significant organs. Pulling the knife out, she brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead. “One more moment.” She dug the knife into its chest again, the mummer collapsing against her. “All yours now, I suppose that’s a fair trade.”

“I am,” Q chuckled, faintly embarrassed because no one ever thought it was cool, being that so few people even know what he studied in the laboratory. All his work came in two. One for humanity who didn’t know the supernatural, and the other was for those who did. The kill was easy enough with it bound up and not overly resisting. But she seemed to keep the incision precise over messily aiming, and she had it killed swiftly with only two stabs. “Trade?” his smile was soft, and crooked. “Do you like enacting a trade in these moments with those you work with? I usually burn them, but I am rather interested in its vocal chords, so it would be nice to have.” He grabbed the rope still secured around their arms, and held them like a morbid picnic basket by his side as they bled out. Awkwardness was easy with Quintin, and he already felt it creeping up on his ankles, not sure what exactly to say to end this moment. “Say, I, um, hadn’t ran into many hunters in town, mostly my fault cause I’m always in my lab. But you can find me online. Last name is Ritcher.” He offered.

“Look at you all fancy.” Athena raised an eyebrow. “I don’t do research, but I will be going to med school in a year-ish.” She expertly flipped her blade around, pulling a cloth napkin out of her bag as she wiped it off before tucking it back against her hip, the feeling of the cold iron one of incredible comfort. “I don’t normally trade. This is not a school lunch from elementary school; however, I understand the point you are trying to make, and so yes, you can have this. I have little use for it, I’ve examined these guys before.” So they were new to town. Or completely reclusive. “I’m a Quinn. Also easily accessible online, on multiple social media platforms. Feel free to reach out if you need help on anything like this. If this is the kinda thing you deal with in your lab,” she looked over her shoulder, the other man long gone, “hit me up, I might be able to assist you sometime.” She winked at him. “I do know my way around a scalpel.”

#wickedswriting #c quintin #chatzy #mummer mia

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satellitesunset · 2 years

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hi I'm reporting from somewhere on eath to bring u some shitty drafts 🤍

#yes i was a theatre kid dont ask #i still havent started a little life and i will not for a while because i dont have time or the emotional capacity.#simply reading the triggers made me wanna dip #i did infact buy a pack of gum and it brought me me a day of sertonin ✨silver linings✨#the last one managed to survive the drafts graveyard solely because of cloey because she loved it <3 #real myle life update because ive been MIA even with my friends #it's been some weeks™#not in a bad way!!! just a lot of stuff #college stuff. potential summer job. emotional rollarcoasters yk #the fact im on my period not helping (this is the part where i also make a mercury retrograde joke)#also I've been busy irl more so than usual and my introvert social battery was drained #because i love my friends!! and i want to to talk to them!! but ~burn out~#so yeah!! quick life update!!#anyways that's it love u folks #hope u all are well #staying hydrated eating well taking care #myle mummers

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andypartridges · 3 years

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EVERY XTC STUDIO LP → MUMMER (1983)

Mummer is the sixth studio album by English band XTC, released on August 30th, 1983. Its title refers to the mummer plays that are staged around Christmas time in rural England, with performers donning suits of rags and tatters (hence the sleeve photo of the band dressed in newspaper). The first XTC record from the group as a solely studio-based act, it was the last to feature original drummer Terry Chambers, who left during recording sessions. Mummer contained three UK singles: "Great Fire," "Wonderland," and "Love on a Farmboy's Wages". While the album sold far less than its predecessor, English Settlement, Andy Partridge said: "until early 1982, our work was like black and white TV. Mummer was the first in full colour - bright sky blue."

#[andy partridge voice] the recording years :-)#mummer and the big express are two albums that i will defend with my life. just bc they didn't sell well doesn't mean they arent good #like. i cant help it if yall have no taste !!#anyways i love mummer sm it's so english and it reminds me of the transition into spring/summer #xtc #xtc band #andy partridge #colin moulding #dave gregory #xtclps*#x~*#mia makes stuff #at this point i just have to accept i hate the way all of these album gifsets look besides the one i did for english settlement lmao

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4, 14, 24, 34, 44, 54, 64, 74, 84, 90 :)) <333

Shoe size?

9-10 women’s

Sexuality?

bi babeyyyyy

Ever left anon love?

yessss one (1) time lol

Describe your voice

,,,,, no. I don’t like my voice very much and I don’t want to say mean things about me

Song that’s stuck in your head right now?

any mummers allowed in? by simani

What time is it right now?

7:46am

Favorite musical?

like,,, broadway musical or just in general?? (I’m going with just in general)

mamma mia, mamma mia here we go again, and sunshine on leith

Ever dyed your hair? Do you plan to?

yesssss I have, many a time!! purple a lot of times, blue once, and if I ever manage to find a decent job, P I N K

Person on here you’d marry?

I mean,,,,, really no one but,,,,,,, in the spirit of fake flirting,,,,,,,, @pan-and-ready-to-stan 😘

Ily and you deserve the world

awwwwwwwww thank u love, you too!! 🥰💖💖💖💖💖💖

#asks #ask games

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krisrix · 4 years

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Quarantine Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @sharkmartini @angelsfalling16 @theflyingpeach @vkelleyart @sbazzing

are you staying home from work/school? Yeah - I last went into the recording studio on the 18th, but we pulled the plug after that 💸💸💸

if you’re staying home, who is there with you? My husband, Simon, and my puppy, Bilo!

are you a homebody? Oh my god, yes. Other than not being able to go to the studio, my life hasn’t really changed. I don’t think I’ve done a single social event since December...

an event that you were looking forward to that got canceled? My friend’s wedding in May has been “postponed until August”, but I’m not holding my breath. I’m one of the groomsmen—very glad I procrastinated on booking my flight and renting my tux!

what movies have you watched recently? I don’t know why, but I sat down the other night and watched Mamma Mia and Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again back to back. It was awesome.

what shows are you watching? Finally watched RuPaul’s Drag Race UK and am keeping up with the current US season. We don’t watch a lot of TV... I’ve got a loooong list of things I want to watch or have half-watched (Good Place, Schitt’s Creek, Castlevania, Witcher, etc), but I never make the time for it...

what music are you listening to? I tend to work in silence! If I do put on music, then lately it’s been the Mummers FC playlist by @basic-banshee and @god-is-bready or random classical stuff that I mostly ignore.

what are you reading? I just finished Docile by K.M. Szpara! I loved it! I’m mind-boggled!! I don’t know how to cope!!!

what are you doing for self-care? My life is the opposite of self-care. I just went an unspeakably long time without showering. I try to detach myself from my body and overall existence as often as possible and therefore forget that I need real sustenance and maintenance and sleep. I should probably not do that.

Tagging @carryonsimoncarryonbaz 🖤

#ask meme

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tamrapraxidike · 4 years

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Rules: tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with

Thanks for @quiet-compassion for tagging.

Last song: “The Mummer’s Dance” by Loreena McKennitt (specifically the live version recorded in Alhambra in 2006. Those opening bars slap. This song has always been a standby favorite of mine.)

Last movie: Elf (During this rewatch, I found myself sympathizing with the employees that are presented as heartless assholes? Like, Walter suffers no consequences for his terrible work decisions. He fucks up, tries to buy his way out of making up for his mistakes, then walks out of a meeting that was called solely to rectify his aforementioned fuck-up. He abandons his coworkers to clean up a mess he made. He inconveniences *everyone* and never makes amends. Okay rant over.)

Currently watching: I’ve been rewatching the Office in spurts, but most of my time lately has been devoted to reading, rather than watching. I also keep meaning to watch the last season of Schitt’s Creek.

Currently reading: A lot—more than I can handle, honestly. Some highlights. . .

Slow Show by @mia-ugly (just started this a couple days ago, thanks to @quiet-compassion‘s praises of it)

Isolation by bex-chan (I’ve been re-reading a lot of my favorite fics this year. Such comfort in 2020! And Isolation is a particularly great winter read.)

Mediocre: the Dangerous Legacy of White Male America by Ijeoma Oluo (reading this for work, and it *slaps.* Would definitely recommend.)

I’m keeping up with A Little Light Pining, a holiday short-story collection on AO3.

I’m also contemplating rereading The Mere Wife by Maria Dahvana Headley. This was hands-down one of my favorite books this year, and I’ve been itching to reread it ever since I finished it the first time. Plus, a large portion of it takes place during Christmas, so it feels fitting for the season.

Tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to have fun! I love seeing everyone’s recs.

#about tamra

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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 5 years

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top 10 songs of 2019

tagged by @galadrieljones, a bit ago, but hey better late than ever. thanks!

1. A Lover’s Concerto, Sarah Vaugn

2. Don’t Worry Baby-The Beach Boys

3. Laughter in the Rain-Neil Sedaka

4.Andante, Andante-Lily James (...yes. from Mamma Mia 2...)

5.Lover’s Waltz A.A Bondy

6.Your Song-Elton Jojn

7. The Mummer’s Dance-Lorenna McKennitt

8. If you Leave me Now-Chicago

9. My Back Pages-The Byrds

10. Walk me Home-P!nk

The romance songs account for the fact that I spent most of this year finishing up my DBH fic, which is the most romantic thing I’ve written to date, lol.

I’m pretty late, but tagging @muse-of-nightmares @muses-circle @idrelle-miocovani a

#tag meme #was i surprised?#I was #to an extent

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marvelschriss · 5 years

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In Another time - Prolouge Character Bio

In a time after the events of infinity war in w world were Thanos was defeated before the snap. The avengers face their hardest mission. Parenthood.

The quinjet was silent, no one risking breaking the aura protecting the team from the truth. The information given to them from fury this morning has changed their lives forever. No going back. no forgetting this exists. A Hydra Program. INCUBATION.

The information found in these hidden Hydra files were horrific and inhuman but when was anything Hydra did morally correct anyways. 10 names. 3 failures and 7 successes.

CLASSIFIED

PROJECT – INCUBATION

CURRENT SUCCESS RATE – 7/10

Nathan Romanova

MALE

Spawn of Black Widow AKA Natasha Romanova

Brown hair

Blue eyes

Deadly

Master assassin

Trained acrobat

Master gunman

SUCCESS – 12/4/1992

Sean Wilson

MALE

Spawn of The Falcon AKA Sam Wilson

UNKNOWN

FAILURE 31/7/1991

Ben Banner

MALE

Spawn of Hulk AKA Bruce Banner

Black hair

Green skin oversized body tissue

Inhumane muscle growth rate

Temperamental

SUCCESS – 3\5\1992

Steven Rogers

MALE

Spawn of captain America AKA Steven Grant Rogers

Blonde hair

Blue eyes

Naïve

Master hand to hand combat

SUCCESS 8\3\1992

DECEASED 6\6\1996

Lance Laufeyson

MALE

Spawn of Loki AKA Loki

Black hair

Green eyes

Shapeshifter

Magic user

SUCCESS – 6/6/1966

Ella Buchannan Barnes

FEMALE

Spawn of the winter solider AKA Soldat.

Brown hair

Blue eyes

Master gunman

Master assassin

Master hand to hand combat

SUCCESS – 6/6/1966

Howard Stark

MALE

Spawn of Iron Man AKA Anthony Stark

UNKNOWN

FAILIURE – 2\5\1990

Mia Stark

FEMALE

Spawn of Iron Man AKA Anthony Stark

Red Hair

Green eyes

Genius

Success 18/9/1998

Thaddeus Odinson

MALE

Spawn of Thor AKA God of thunder

Blonde hair

Blue eyes

Can control lightning

Inhumane strength

Decent hand to hand combat

SUCCESS – 27\7\1999

Wendy Maximoff

FEMALE

Spawn of Scarlett Witch AKA Wanda Maximoff

Silver hair

Grey eyes

Telekinesis

SUCCESS – 16/8/1999

Peter Maximoff

MALE

Spawn of Quicksilver AKA Pietro Maximoff

Red Hair

Scarlett eyes

Enhanced speed

SUCCESS – 16/8/1999

Each One of the living avengers had a child of some kind made in the labs of Hydra using technology far beyond anything possible during the time frames. The 3 who mourned were filled with grief and anger. A choice and an opportunity both taken away from them. The choice to have a child and the opportunity to know one. As the others sat in silence allowing their thoughts to consume them. What would their children be like? Would they be nothing more than the puppets Hydra would have raised them to be. Or would they be good, decent people who would be glad to escape the hell known as Hydra. These were the common mummers among the team. But at the back of the quinjet sat 2 dark haired men contemplating the possibilities.

“1966 was 50 years ago any hope for you and me mortal has gone” the well-known god of mischief tried to sound impartial to the news that their children may very well be old, tired or dead. This was a great possibility that had passed through the mind of the super solider as well. However, a lingering feeling that perhaps that was not the case hung around the heavy pessimistic cloud that stretched around his heart. If Hydra could keep one man looking 26 years old for 70 years, then surely his child and Loki’s could still be alive and young. But that did not mean they would accept any of the avengers as allies. Only time would tell. And as the quinjet landed 100m away from their targeted Hydra base it was becoming very imminent that time was running out, the past running away and the future heading straight towards them like a freight train on Icey tracks.

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michelleplayswithfire · 4 years

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Top 25 Top 40 Hits of 1998

Honorable mentions: Pink -- Aerosmith (#27 -- peak Mar. 14)* I Got The Hook Up! -- Master P featuring Sons of Funk (#16 -- peak Jun. 27) (#67 -- YE 1998) Let’s Ride -- Montell Jordan feat. Master P & Silkk The Shocker (#2 -- peak Apr. 11) (#27 -- YE 1998) Too Much -- Spice Girls (#9 -- peak Feb. 21) (#69 -- YE 1998) Stop -- Spice Girls (#16 -- peak Jul. 4) Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here -- Deborah Cox (#2 -- peak Dec. 5) (#98 -- YE 1998) (#9 -- YE 1999) A Song For Mama -- Boyz II Men (#7 -- peak Feb. 14) (#30 -- YE 1998) Together Again -- Janet Jackson (#1 -- peak Jan. 31) (#6 -- YE 1998) Kiss The Rain -- Billie Myers (#15 -- peak Feb. 21) (#46 -- YE 1998) Body Bumpin’ (Yippie-Yi-Yo) -- Public Announcement (#5 -- peak May 16) (#24 -- YE 1998) Lately -- Divine (#1 -- peak Nov. 28) (#61 -- YE 1998) (#31 -- YE 1999) The Mummer’s Dance -- Loreena McKennitt (#18 -- peak Mar. 21) (#83 -- YE 1998)* I Get Lonely -- Janet Jackson featuring Blackstreet (#3 -- peak May 23) (#43 -- YE 1998) What You Want -- Mase featuring Total (#6 -- peak Mar. 21) (#31 -- YE 1998) It’s All About Me -- Mya & Sisqo (#6 -- peak May 16) (#49 -- YE 1998) One Week -- Barenaked Ladies (#1 -- peak Oct. 17) (#51 -- YE 1998)* Never Ever -- All Saints (#4 -- peak Aug. 22) (#42 -- YE 1998) Who Am I -- Beenie Man (#40 -- peak May 23)

25. Make Em’ Say Uhh! -- Master P feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mia X & Mystikal (#16 -- peak May 16) 24. Too Close -- Next (#1 -- peak Apr. 25) (#1 -- YE 1998) 23. Dangerous -- Busta Rhymes (#9 -- peak Feb. 7) (#80 -- YE 1998) 22. Deja Vu (Uptown Baby) -- Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz (#9 -- peak Mar. 28) (#36 -- YE 1998) 21. I Want You Back -- ‘N Sync (#13 -- peak May 2) (#37 -- YE 1998) 20b. I’ll Never Break Your Heart -- Backstreet Boys (#35 -- peak Dec. 5) 20a. Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) -- Backstreet Boys (#4 -- peak May 9) (#22 -- YE 1998 19. When The Lights Go Out -- Five (#10 -- peak Aug. 1) (#38 -- YE 1998) 18. Doo Wop (That Thing) -- Lauryn Hill (#1 -- peak Nov. 14) (#41 -- YE 1999) 17. Sex and Candy -- Marcy Playground (#8 -- peak Apr. 18) (#28 -- YE 1998)* 16. Crush -- Jennifer Paige (#3 -- peak Sep. 5) (#21 -- YE 1998) 15. Iris -- Goo Goo Dolls (#9 -- peak Dec. 5) (#94 -- YE 1999)* 14. I’ll Be -- Edwin McCain (#5 -- peak Oct. 3) (#74 -- YE 1998)* 13. Are You Jimmy Ray? -- Jimmy Ray (#13 -- peak Mar. 14) (#65 -- YE 1998) 12. Bitter Sweet Symphony -- The Verve (#12 -- peak Apr. 4) (#79 -- YE 1998) 11. The Power of Good-Bye -- Madonna (#11 -- peak Nov. 28) 10b. My Way -- Usher (#2 -- peak Aug. 15) (#16 -- YE 1998) 10a. Nice and Slow -- Usher (#1 -- peak Feb. 14) (#9 -- YE 1998) 9. All My Life -- KCi and Jojo (#1 -- peak Apr. 4) (#7 -- YE 1998) 8. Real World -- matchbox twenty (#38 -- peak Dec. 5)* 7b. From This Moment On -- Shania Twain (#4 -- peak Dec. 19) (#57 -- YE 1999) 7a. You’re Still the One -- Shania Twain (#2 -- peak May 2) (#3 -- YE 1998) 6. The Boy Is Mine -- Brandy & Monica (#1 -- peak Jun. 6) (#2 -- YE 1998) 5. It’s All About The Benjamins/Been Around The World -- Puff Daddy & The Family (#2 -- peak Jan. 3) (#19 -- YE 1998) 4. Money, Power & Respect -- The LOX featuring DMX & Lil Kim (#17 -- peak May 16) (#78 -- YE 1998) 3. I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing -- Aerosmith (#1 -- peak Sep. 5) (#23 -- YE 1998) 2. My Heart Will Go On -- Celine Dion (#1 -- peak Feb. 28) (#13 -- YE 1998) 1. Frozen -- Madonna (#2 -- peak Apr. 4) (#32 -- YE 1998)

Albums Worth Checking Out: Mezzanine -- Massive Attack Aquemini -- Outkast The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill -- Lauryn Hill Ray Of Light -- Madonna Adore -- Smashing Pumpkins Without You I’m Nothing -- Placebo Version 2.0 -- Garbage Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie -- Alanis Morissette System of a Down -- System of a Down This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours -- Manic Street Preachers Americana -- The Offspring Mechanical Animals -- Marilyn Manson Hello Nasty -- Beastie Boys Celebrity Skin -- Hole Dizzy Up The Girl -- Goo Goo Dolls

The Bottom of the Pile: Hole In My Soul -- Aerosmith (#51 -- peak Aug. 30)* Tearin’ Up My Heart -- ‘N Sync (#59 -- peak Dec. 5) In A Dream -- Rockell (#72 -- peak Jun. 6) Jackie’s Strength -- Tori Amos (#54 -- peak Oct. 3)* Spark -- Tori Amos (#49 -- peak Jul. 4)* Celebrity Skin -- Hole (#85 -- peak Dec. 5)* Only When I Lose Myself -- Depeche Mode (#61 -- peak Oct. 3)* Push It -- Garbage (#52 -- peak May 9)* Love Me Good -- Michael W. Smith (#61 -- peak Apr. 25) Smack My Bitch Up -- The Prodigy (#89 -- peak Jan. 17)* Torn -- Natalie Imbruglia (#42 -- peak Dec. 12)* Wide Open Spaces -- Dixie Chicks (#41 -- peak Dec. 5)

Alternative songs are the ones starred.

#1998 #90s #1990s #90s music #top 25 #topforty

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