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#13737142 Apr 17, 2018 at 05:05 PM
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Isn't the answer "Jinn, Why not?" :P :P

Have you SEEN his abs in some of his art? It's like DANG. :P
[Also I'm not sure Thundrax would fit in that cake.]

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#13737870 Apr 18, 2018 at 06:10 AM
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#13737127 @Jarnefeldt wrote:

Jinn, why? Jinn, stahp.



More like Jinn keep going.
#13737965 Apr 18, 2018 at 08:04 AM
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Sweet. You can deny it all you want, but everyone wants a piece.
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#13747825 Apr 20, 2018 at 05:07 PM · Edited 5 months ago
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Glad you guys liked it! :)


This one is for SonofAsgaard. Happy birthday :P
It's something of a reply to: This.
"K"


"Franklin, huh? I never woulda guessed that was your real name. You always seemed more like a... like a Morris maybe, or a Murray. I mean guys named Murray will mess you up."
Linden leaned a shoulder on the finely carved headstone and looked around. It was warm in the late afternoon sun and the polished stone glinted like an expensive car. The graveyard was smallish, and on a hill behind an old church. The new leaves of ivy crawling up over the wall by the gate rustled in the slight wind and the swift shadows of birds coloured the grass.

"I know the fuzz still has your body, and it's not you-you in there." She gestured with one hand at the mound of heaped earth. "It's the sentiment of the thing, really. Closure. A last monument to who you were by your friends and the people that knew you best. All that shit." The blonde girl tucked a loose wisp of hair behind one ear and looked at the headstone again. She didn't look more then sixteen, lean and leggy yet with just enough curves in all the right places. She wore scuffed jeans and a black T-shirt with RAMONES scrawled across the torso. "Fuck. Franklin. I never expected to be sittin' here you know? I wonder if you saw this comin'. They say you went kinda crazy there, shot up the hospital on some kinda vendetta against a chick. She your baby-moma or somethin'?"

The earth of the gravesite had settled. It was a few days past the burial and most of the mourners had long departed. A few wilted flowers and tokens remained resting in the dirt. It was kind of depressing really, she reflected. Dirt and a box of memories, and that's the best anyone could get, sinner or saint. At least the dirt still smelled good, the clean damp smell, like a newly turned garden. That rich loamy ... earthyness. Was there a better word to describe it then that? She wasn't sure. She made a mental note to check a thesaurus when she got home. "I dunno if we were really friends-- Franklin. Maybe we were. If we weren't I suppose I wouldn't be sittin' here. We're both super soldiers, made to kill, made to like it. It is satisfying." The girl paused then, looking out over the graveyard, and past it at the woody hills beyond, the town in the distance. "Is that why they put you here? It's a good spot for sniping. And the view ain't too bad either."

"Saved each others life -kinda- a couple times, owed each other a favour or two, knew some of the same crowd. Maybe that's normal in this line of work. Hell if I know. We shared a couple drinks. I dunno how you could stomach some of that cheap-ass piss. " She patted the edge of the gravestone fondly. "But I always admired your style. You had good taste in clothes, and even better taste in hardwear. You made what we do look easy, and I know it ain't. Plus you made it look good doing it. Anyone can look badass --but you took it one level above. If that means anything to ya."

The girl looked around the graveyard again and sighed. Then she shifted into a crouch and slipped one hand into the loose dark soil and dug a small hole, maybe a foot deep, maybe a little more. She blocked the dirt from sliding back in with one hand, and with her other reached into a small plain backpack, and pulled out a wrinkled brown paper bag. From that she removed a glass bottle and held it to the gravestone, as if for approval.
"If I remembered right, you fancied this brand." The sun flared off the curves, a hot white, throwing shimmering amber onto the grass beyond. Then swiftly she tucked it into the hole and packed the earth around and over it. "Where ever you are Franklin. Have a drink on me."

Then Linden stood, dusting off her hands, batted grass off her blue jeans and picked up the back pack. She shouldered it, looked around the quiet graveyard a last time and shrugged at the headstone. A Robin sang in a tree down the block. "Be seein' ya K." She waved and walked out, into the world once more.

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#13819783 Jul 21, 2018 at 11:25 PM · Edited 1 month ago
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Linden isn't stalking the doctor, I swear! They just live in the same town?


Linden liked to watch people, and not in the creepy sort of way... though she did occasionally stumble onto that. It's amazing what people did when they thought no one was watching. It was both stress relief and entertainment for her and the news she got this week? Was particularly stressful. One hand idly strayed to her lower stomach and she frowned to herself.
The young blonde had set up in westside in the wrecked but stable upper floors of what had probably once been a office building before Doctor D hit the city, and the urban blight afterward made the area worse. Black Betty- her favorite sniper rifle- was set up in a broken window with a good field of view.

She had watched a brown-haired hobo meander from trash can to dumpster to refuse pile, searching them for plastic bottles and other recyclables. She watched an elderly lady tug on a lame-wheeled cart full of groceries down the cracked sidewalk, topped off with a large parcel of toilet paper. Why did one old lady need that much? She didn't want to think about that too long. And over there a group of teenage boys in gang colours getting tossed around a dirty alley by a couple of those baseball uniformed weirdos. Honestly, urban renewal by baseball bat, really?

Then... up there on a rooftop a surprisingly familiar figure, slumped amid the ducts and pipes. He was facing something and she moved Betty slightly to follow the direction he looked, to watch police milling around a fish market. Interesting. Linden never understood the point of robbing one of those. You had to be REALLY hungry, right? She moved the rifle sight back to the figure then blinked in confusion as he jerked up as if startled and gestured and seemed to yell at... nothing? She scanned the rooftop. Except for some sleepy pigeons cooing on the ledge, there was no one up there.

"Damn Crackbaby, for a doctor you got some bad habits." She watched him light up a smoke and puff and keep talking to the air. Maybe there was someone invisible up there? The blonde couldn't tell.
Then Linden blinked. He had fallen over like he had been poleaxed. Hit? Shot or something else? She couldn't tell from this angle. Slowly the girl started to dismantle the gun, and clean it, looking out the broken window in his direction now and then- though without the scope he wasn't visible. It was about a half hour after that, with everything else packed away but the sight, she looked through it once more, and he was gone.
The pigeons however, remained.

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
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#13831329 Aug 06, 2018 at 10:32 PM · Edited 1 month ago
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Linden.



July 10 2018.
FUCKSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT
*The above scribbled out, the line below reads only*
At least it was Kevin.


July 13 2018.
Shot clone K today while she worked on her car. Four times then I shot her jaw off. Virth okayed it: she needed some work done.
Then I shot Virth, because the sunnivabitch knew for a couple weeks and said nothing. He's pissed at me. It may have been a bad idea. But I felt better after doing it.
Looks like I'll have to take summer school. Promoting Lyraa to Cheerteam captain.


July 27 2018.
Took a vampire home from the goth bar today. God he was a mess. But he has a great ass and amazing hair. Letting him use Safehouse 3. Turns out he's trying to reform after like five hundred years of mangling the female population of his kingdom in Elfland. Also his boyfriend knocked him up. HOW? I almost don't want to know.
Hasn't tried anything funny though and he's got some crazy stories. Will see how it goes.


July 29 2018.
Michel has decided his cover story will be Mike, my brother recently returned from years in Europe after a failed business attempt. Which works. We're both blonde and he's kinda skinny. I know Missus De Alfonso next door has been eyeing him, but that's okay, she's half blind. Knows all the neighbourhood gossip and the mooks leave her alone. Which is good, I mean Safehouse 3 is in the shitass worst part of town. Had to explain "urban blight" of the rustbelt to Michel today, he didn't expect it here.
Also we went to Ikea and got some stuff to fix the place up. He said he'll probably be staying a while.


July 31 2018.
Turns out Michel is something of a handyman, he ripped out and redid the leaking roof over the second bedroom. I had a bunch of buckets sitting in a plastic kiddie pool to catch it when it rained, but this is much better. Getting it properly done was more then I wanted to spend on Safehouse 3 but he did a really nice job. He's sent for his last two "Blood Knights." They're some sort of necromantically made metahuman bodyguards I guess. He's worried about his boyfriends men arriving to shank him. One did show up, name of "Kris the Immortal" but he was very polite about it. He killed a bunch of the giant spiders on his way in, storm sewers in this part of town are full of them. I don't know if they were a lab experiment gone wrong, a villain's pet or what, but they're big and aggressive and their bristles itch if you get them on your skin. I think they're some sort of tarantula.
I think he's going to leave Michel alone.


August 1 2018.

The elf found Michel and me as I was showing him around town. We were just out of the local history museum and she came running up, batted Michel in the knee with her baseball bat of rusty nails and tried to spit on him. Since she spits acid it's good he blocked it.
There was a big argument and it was WAY too public for my taste so we retired to an alley. She called Han, and Michel teleported out before he arrived. And then the elf got even more angry with me and threw a knife in my leg.
The cook's been training her well, she hamstrung me right off. I'm fine now though. She apologized. Didn't go back to safehouse 3 because I know she and Han would follow me right there.


August 2 2018.
Went off and talked to my handlers at UNTIL today. I hate going down there. The shrinks are so goddamn smug. Ground Control didn't have anything for me, and I think Major Tom is plotting things again. Scuttlebutt says he tortured one of Michel's boyfriends minions to death in the spring. Something about people from alternate dimensions not having human rights? There was an inquiry and he got suspended a month without pay, but he's back now.
Grey, one of the guys at Ground control asked to see me after we were done. She doesn't talk, I think she's got some sort of sonic based magic. She admits to being on the Dark Side of the Force. Which is how she knew I had "problems". She's the only person that told me I had other options then keeping it. Which I have been told is not an option... but it was nice that SOMEONE said that.
Michel scolded me for being a selfish prick today. Said I reminded him of him in his youth. But I liked hurting people too much and I wouldn't learn from going to jail. Also told me he didn't think I was really a sociopath.
I don't know if that's true.


August 4 2018.
Michel scolded me again. There's some irony there, the warlock-vampire that's been mangling people for like five hundred years is telling me I'm unrepentantly worse then he is. [Is that a word? Note to self: look it up.] He told me his boyfriend is looking for a wife, haha, maybe I'll run off and join the Vikings for a lark.
I keep puking in the morning now. God this sucks.


August 6 2018.
I have joined the Vikings. Michel said he washes his hands of me. This place is pretty cool, but it isn't what I was expecting, like, at all. It's big, and has this martial-Victorian sort of feel. Michel's boyfriend talked to me for like two minutes then handed me off to some snake bitch who told me she'd fuck me over if I didn't toe the line. They gave me this fabulous dress - its beautiful but goddamn, how do chicks walk in these? because my normal clothes aren't "appropriate attire". And then I sat around "Emperor Sigmund's" audience hall for a couple hours. Really comfy chairs, I'll give him that. Turns out he really IS being pressed to marry, and finally decided to marry one of his generals. I think that's the snake bitch's mom. I got handed off to "Kris the Immortal"- the same guy that came to see Michel. Turns out he's got a harem and I'm Wench Number Eight.
The other chicks are pretty chill, they offered to teach me magic. But I'm wondering if this wasn't a bad idea.

P.S. I hope Kevin is okay. I left him a note. That is such a crap way to break up with someone. He's probably pissed.

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