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My life right now, which explains why I'm up at 5 AM studying Chinese.

But hey, with last week's title page, I'm excited to see that Frankenstein's going to finally get up.

Hope she (he??????ummmmmmmm....Frankenstein!) dazzles everyone with her (his??????their???? ugh, it's too early for this....) fab hair.

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Setae • 2 years ago

I extend my sympathies. Hope you make it out alive with good grades and all that.

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Hyde without a Jekyll • 2 years ago • edited

I feel you.

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Helen Jekyll  Hyde without a Jekyll • 2 years ago

Pfffhahahaha XD

It's hilarious, sad, and true to life.

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Tairais  Hyde without a Jekyll • 2 years ago

Meeeee toooo HJ

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Elaina Hyde  Hyde without a Jekyll • 2 years ago

sad mood

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Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Sympathies and best of luck to you!

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Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

((Back Alley, continued!))

Hela sniveled into his shirt, taking deep, heaving breaths.

"I-I s-shouldn't h-have l-left a-alone...I-I s-shouldn't h-have g-gone a-after h-him... h-he w-was... s-so f-fast... I-I t-thought b-because h-he h-had b-been d-drinking, I-I c-could d-do i-it..."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago • edited

"It's alright, Hela," he reassured. "You're safe now. I can tell by the lack of life energy that blighter's well and truly dead; you have my word." He rubbed her back gently, as a mother would her child's. "No one will bother you here--the Society's a fortress, a haven. And I'll stay with you as long as you like. Even spend the night, if it so please you. You'll not be hurt on my watch," he vowed.

((Catt Hatter ))

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Catt Hatter  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"Nor on mine." Catt asserted from the far end of the room. "Nobody hurts my friends. No one."

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Helen Jekyll  Catt Hatter • 2 years ago

Hela started at the sound of Catt's voice, jerking her gaze up to her, then nodded mutely. She hadn't noticed her leaving the Hatt.

"I... I would like you to s-stay... both of you..." She murmured, managing to quiet her crying to only the occasional sniffle, shutting her eyes as she rested against Lewis, "No more t-trouble for awhile..."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago • edited

She just was hurt on your watch, Weir thought indignantly, in response to Catt's words.

Yet he neither showed nor spoke it. Now, he knew, was not the time to bring it up--certainly not with Hela in the state she was.

He'd thought Catt had frightened her, and was therefore surprised to hear Hela request they both stay.

Perhaps he'd been mistaken, then.

"Of course," he answered Hela. "We'll stay as long as you like, rest easily."

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Catt Hatter  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Catt nodded her agreement.

"As long as you need."

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Helen Jekyll  Catt Hatter • 2 years ago

"I... can a-actually sleep, then?"

She looked up at Lewis, wiping her eyes, then tried to reach for the glass of water Catt had poured before.

"And... have that drink..."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

Lewis nodded.

"Most certainly. I'll stay right here. You have my word."

When Hela asked for the drink he looked to Catt as if to say, "If you would, please..."

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Catt Hatter  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Catt shuffled over in silence, picking up the glass and tentatively handing it towards Hela and Dr. Weir.

She did her best to have a gentle, reassuring smile as she did so.

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Helen Jekyll  Catt Hatter • 2 years ago

She wrapped both hands around it and took it from Catt, gaze lingering a moment on her before she looked down at the drink.

The glass was heavier than expected, but quickly grew lighter as she gulped down water.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago • edited

Drinking water...good sign, Lewis noted to himself.

If she keeps it down...even better.

I do hope she'll be able to rest well. It would be the best thing for her right now.

When Hela had finished, he helped her ease back down onto the bed.

"Should you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask," he said gently.

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Catt Hatter  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Again, Catt nodded.

Anything she thought to say seemed insufficient, mere words wouldn't repair the way she had failed her friend, and no further recompense was to be gotten from the man in her Hatt.

She walked over to another nearby chair and sat down.

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Helen Jekyll  Catt Hatter • 2 years ago

"What... about a magic potion," She suggested with a weak laugh, "One that'll... fix me up... or undo all this...?"

Already fatigue weighed down on her eyelids and she settled herself as comfortably as she could manage on her back.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

A warm and wistful smile.

"I can ensure you have the best care," he offered, voice quiet and confident. "And my company."

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Catt Hatter  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Catt nodded again, watching and listening to the heartfelt scene.

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Helen Jekyll  Catt Hatter • 2 years ago • edited

With the comfort of knowing both would remain by her side, along with the repeated assurances the drunkard who had hurt her would stay dead, Hela had not trouble drifting to a deep sleep, her body eager to rest and repair itself.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

Lewis relaxed to see her asleep at last. He softly let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

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Catt Hatter  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Catt settled herself for a long vigil, and let her mind wander out of existence while her eyes stared past the floor.

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Jekyll1886  Catt Hatter • 2 years ago

Seeing as Catt had apparently decided to take first watch, Lewis lay down on the bed next to Hela's and caught some much-needed sleep.

He'd run himself ragged the past...how long had it been? A week? Two?

In any case, he'd tended to family business and done his duty. The clothes he now wore were black--unusual for the summer, but certainly apropos for mourning.

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Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago • edited

It was a few days after Moriarty's demise, a brisk but invigorating early October evening. The lodgers were in the process of moving back into the Society, the front doors of which had at last been replaced, thanks to some of the money drained from Moriarty's bank accounts.

The very first two areas of the Society to get up and running were the infirmary and the kitchen, in that order. Others followed as the repair work progressed and as lodgers felt safer to return, now that news of Moriarty's death had hit London's papers.

The lodgers who'd fled to Glasgow or away in the TARDIS settled back into the Society. The co-founders reopened their offices. The group who'd gone with first Ariadne Radcliff and later Lewis Weir came back as well, though Radcliffe herself was expelled from the Society for using her strange eyes to ensorcell Dr. Henry Jekyll and grant herself privileges she ought never have had. She'd been exposed to an alchemical concoction to neutralize the power of her eyes before being given the boot. It had been the only way she'd avoided the Society pressing charges against her. She'd left London, never to return.

In the infirmary, Rose Knowles was sleeping soundly, thanks in part to Jamie Pendry's reassuring presence. The sedative Jasper Jekyll had given Rose to help her get a good night's rest didn't hurt, either.

The sun set, and evening turned to night.

Lewis had deigned not to go home yet, instead helping settle lodgers back in and keeping watch lest any stray minion of Moriarty's with a misplaced sense of loyalty show up. Of course, now that it had been revealed that the self-titled 'Napoleon of Crime' had had his thugs impersonate London's finest, the police were doubly vigilant against any such future impersonations. The Home Secretary's son had been reunited with his father after Moriarty's enforcers had fled in the wake of their boss's death like rats from a sinking ship. Not that it had done them any good; the Marseilles Mafia and Forty Elephants had been very thorough with their cleanup operation.

Rose really had no cause to worry about Moriarty anymore, thankfully. And even if she had, the doctor on duty--Jasper Jekyll--was a formidable fighter in her own right.

There was just one last loose end to tie up...

It was with this in mind that Lewis ever so quietly opened the door to the infirmary.

"Jamie," he whispered. "Have you a moment?"

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Jamie had been sitting next to Rose's bed, watching her poor crush sleep soundly in the infirmary bed that the blonde had been given.

But when the brunette had heard those whispered words, her body tensed up and she quickly stood up and turned to glare at the intruder...only for her gaze to soften at the sight of Lewis.

"Yes I have a moment, Dr Weir." She softly uttered, smiling at the man, before quietly walking over to him. It was clear that she saw Lewis as a friend after what the man had done for Rose.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

He returned the smile.

"It occurs to me," he said in a hushed tone, "that it's been three days since...well, you know. All that unpleasantness."

He shook his head at the memory, then cast a glance at Knowles.

"I'm relieved to see Rose sleeping so well," he whispered to Jamie.

"And I think..." he continued with a conspiratorial look, "she might sleep even better if we take care of the blighter who did this to her. He ought to be nearly thawed by now."

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Jamie tried to hold back a sadistic grin, but very quickly failed, at the thought of dealing out sweet justice towards the man who had traumatised her precious Rose three days ago.

"I agree. She's suffered because of him. It would only make sense to return the favour." Jamie whispered, her ruby eyes dark with a need for revenge.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

"Indeed," he returned quietly. "Mz. Hyde told me the location of the warehouse. Gather whatever you may need, and we'll meet at the back door."

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Jamie gave a quiet nod, before walking out of the infirmary and then rushed off to her quarters, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.

'Your end is coming. And soon agony will be all you will ever feel again, before Hell finally takes you back.' The brunette thought to herself.

A half an hour later, and Jamie was walking over to the back door; her nose, mouth and neck covered by a warm, long and crimson scarf. It was a cold night, and she wanted to avoid the b*sterd recognising her right away.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

Lewis waited for her by the back door. He'd changed clothes, his outfit now entirely black. He'd donned his paletot, a scarf, and gloves as well. He had his walking stick and a wrapped bundle in hand.

He nodded to Jamie as she approached.

"Shall we?"

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"Of course." Jamie answered back through the fabric covering half of her face; words slightly muffled and a smirk hidden thanks to her crimson scarf, while her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, ready for a fight to take place.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago • edited

* * *

They arrived at the warehouse just as the man who'd hurt Rose shook free of the last of the ice. His limbs moved sluggishly, and he looked about in confusion. The bomb, which had been rendered inert by the water the ice had become, sat uselessly on the floor. No one else seemed to be about.

Lewis peeked through the window and noticed the man's hampered movement.

"Now's our chance," Weir whispered to Jamie.

He opened the door silently and held it for her.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

'What a gentleman.' The brunette thought to herself, before entering the warehouse, her scarf still concealing half of her face.

"Good to see that your still alive. It would have been a shame if you had died before I had my way with you." Jamie viciously uttered to the stern faced man, her ruby eyes dark with anger at the sight of the man.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

"I'd like to see you try," the man said gruffly. "I'll do to you what I did to your little friend," he threatened.

Lewis silently slipped in and shut the door behind him.

No, thought Weir. You won't, you blighter. For he could sense Jamie's implacable fury. You'll be lucky to make it out of here alive...

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"And that is where you made a fatal mistake. Would you like to hear a secret?" Jamie retorted through gritted teeth, as she yanked the scarf down and off of her face; revealing the brunette's sadistic smirk.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

"Hah!" retorted the rude thug. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't even be able to talk," he said with a sneer.

Your talking's another nail in your coffin, thought Lewis of the stern-faced man.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Jamie chuckled through gritted teeth, before busting out into laughter, her excitement over revenge getting the better of her as her tall form shook from her own laughter.

"You?! You'll be able to beat me?! On your own?! Hahahahahaha!"

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago • edited

((Warning! From here on in, things will likely get ugly. Sexist threats and possibly graphic violence incoming! If any of this would be triggering, turn back now!))

"Look around, little--"

The man was about to use profane language and tell Jamie how badly she was outnumbered...when he noticed the situation was quite different. No fellow minions of Moriarty, no other prisoners...just the tall, irate brunette before him.

"Doesn't matter! You're just a woman!" he spat. "I can beat a [obscenity] like you any day!"

He laughed menacingly.

"No," said Lewis quietly. "You won't."

The thug startled at the unexpected voice, narrowed his eyes, and just barely made Lewis out in the shadows near the door.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

But as the thug narrowed his eyes at the other lodger, Jamie calmed her laughter and, noticing that the b*sterd was startled and temporarily distracted, she quickly rushed at the cruel thug, leaped into the air and then slammed her foot into the man's face.

"And I eat thugs like you for breakfast!" She loudly retorted, grinning.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago • edited

Her flying kick sent the villain sprawling--he was knocked backwards, lost his footing, and took a hard fall to the unforgiving floor of the dingy warehouse.

He was set to let loose a string of profanities, but couldn't get his breath, the wind knocked right out of him.

Lewis snickered at the spectacle.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Jamie landed seconds after she had sent the man sprawling, though she did wobble slightly when her feet touched the hard and cold floor of the warehouse, before she quickly changed into a fighting stance; fists tight in front of her, while one leg was in front of the other.

"Having trouble speaking?" The brunette taunted, smirking.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

The miscreant sat up and glowered at Jamie, determined to see her pay for her haughtiness.

Spying the nearby bomb, he grabbed it and held the string of its detonator, a smirking smile silently daring her to come one step closer as he got to his feet.

Lewis burst out laughing; the bomb was sodden enough it dripped a trickle of water onto the thug's hand and the floor.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"It seems that your bomb is all washed out." Jamie taunted, as she slowly walked over to the cruel and idiotic thug, grinning sadistically at him.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

Lewis cackled at the pun.

"You shut your mouths or I'll shut them for you!" threatened the thug.

He hurled the useless bomb at Lewis and lunged at Jamie with a haymaker.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

But as the thug's arm came around, ready to hit Jamie in the side of the head, the brunette quickly ducked beneath the blow; the vicious fist punching above her head.

'Always protect your treasures.' She thought to herself, before dealing out a swift and powerful punch to the b*sterd's nether regions.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

The stern-faced man let loose a soprano screech as he fell over, clutching at the injured area.

Lewis, who had meanwhile caught the airborne bomb, saw fit to return it to the thug in question, and threw it at their fallen foe at speed.

It clonked the b*stard right in the head.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

At the sight of the useless bomb clonking the thug right in the head, Jamie let out an amused laugh, her heart racing with adrenaline.

"Good shot, Dr Weir!" The brunette exclaimed to the other lodger.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago • edited

Lewis laughed in turn.

"Likewise, Doctor Pendry!"

Well, he's heard our names, thought Weir. That settles it--now he has to die.

Their would-be aggressor put one hand to his head, the other still over his nethers. He cursed in a high-pitched approximation of a growl, for all the good it did him.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"Hey Dr Weir, do you have any restraints with you?" The brunette asked, smirking as she looked over her shoulder at Lewis.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

"Indeed," answered Lewis with a positively feline smile.

He fetched the bundle he'd brought with him.

"Which do you fancy--chains, ropes, or blankets?"

The thug spat at the two of them (though his spittle impacted neither) and told them where they could stick the restraints in question.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

And in response to the man's words, Jamie kicked the man in the face.

"The ropes please." She answered.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago • edited

The thug grimaced in pain.

Weir unfurled the rolled bundle to reveal several waxed-leather bags and cases of varying sizes.

He opened one and withdrew different lengths of rope.

These he handed to Jamie.

Then he made his way behind the thug and pressed a knee between the man's shoulder blades to keep him from rising.

The stern-faced man struggled unsuccessfully.

"Ready when you are," Lewis told Jamie.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Jamie's grin widened as she was handed the ropes, before quickly beginning to restrain the b*sterd's legs together, before doing the same to his arms, wrapping the rope tightly around his ankles and wrists.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

The abuser struggled within his bonds, but to no avail.

Lewis took the liberty of placing a black cloth in the man's mouth and tying it behind his head, lest he cry out and attract attention.

This done, Weir draped a sheet over the broken window and resumed his post by the door.

"We're secure now," he pronounced.

"He's all yours."

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"Thank you, Dr Weir. Now could you tell me what you have in those bags of yours?" The brunette asked aloud, wanting the thug to hear her.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

"Surgeon's tools," he replied without missing a beat. "Scalpel, forceps, rib spreader, bone saw...you name it."

((Last warning for people......turn back now if this sort of thing isn't up your alley!))

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

((This is about to get messy, people, so if you can't handle torture or gore, then leave now.))

"Perfect. Hmm...hand me the scalpel, Dr Weir. That tongue of his is starting to p*ss me off." Jamie calmly uttered to Lewis, a sadistic glean in her ruby eyes.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago

"Scalpel," he repeated--as he had in his student days--and handed her the instrument in question.

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"Thank you." She uttered as she took the scalpel from Lewis, and then inspected the sharp tool in front of the thug; smirking.

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Jekyll1886  RBDECEPTICON17 • 2 years ago • edited

The thug's protestations were muffled by the gag in his mouth.

"Oh, Dr. Pendry," said Lewis as the thought occurred. "Might you want to let this blighter know why he's gettin' the treatment?"

He turned to the thug.

"Moriarty's dead, by the by, so don't think you'll be avenged."

Confusion snapped around the minion's mind and showed plainly on his face.

"You've been on ice for three days," Weir explained with a smile. "Much has happened in that time."

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RBDECEPTICON17  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"And Rose is safe and sound back at The Society, which is now slowly being rebuilt. But there's one problem...you're still a threat to her, so I've come back here to make sure that she'll be able to sleep peacefully again." The brunette explained down to the thug, eyes dark as she stepped closer and knelt down in front of him, scalpel in hand.

"So by the time the sun rises, you'll be back in Hell, right where you belong." Jamie viciously whispered to the thug, an expression of fury upon her face.

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Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

Jekyll1886:

"They nearly did. I didn't rightly know what to do about the vampire--it was walking about in broad daylight, and I mentioned the whole...soul thing. I tried talking with it, attempting to befriend it...I was grasping at straws. I knew I couldn't lie to it, as it could read my thoughts. It was nerve-wracking."

He flipped the eggs.

"If I'd known more about godlings and vampires, I might have been able to prevent Emerson's death. But...it just caught me off guard."

He shook his head.

"Can't save everyone," he concluded with a shrug. His tone was casual but his eyes held a muted sadness.

"Glad you like the food, though," he said, switching gears.

He slid the eggs from the pan onto his own plate and joined Hela at the table.

Helen Jekyll:

"Ah, yes, much better than just bread," She grinned briefly before falling silent to shuffle through her unvoiced questions, forking a bite of egg and sausage.

(Jekyll1886)

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

"Mm," agreed Lewis, digging into his breakfast.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Hela cleared her plate, ensuring Lewis had done the same before speaking again.

"Have you ever... wanted to discuss something with someone, but you're almost certain you won't like what they have to say?"

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

A chuckle.

"Oh, yes. Many a time."

He looked at her curiously.

"Why do you ask?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

She smiled faintly and shifted her gaze to the table's surface, echoing his chuckle.

"Well, I have about five or six conversations bouncing around in my head now... None of them seem like they'd end well."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

"Oho my," said Lewis.

"If it's any consolation, I feel much more settled since I've eaten--if any of them are to do with me. I can try to keep an open mind, a more...objective frame of reference, if that's helpful."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"More to do with... me and what you think of me," Hela decided slowly, drumming her fingers on the table, "And it's your objectiveness that's going to be a pain..."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

"Ah."

He considered a moment, then shrugged.

"I could try to phrase things diplomatically, then?" he wondered.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

A wry smile.

“I don’t think it’d help much... it’s your opinions I’m concerned about, not how you phrase them.”

She stretched, breathing in deeply as she did so before relaxing with a rumbling sigh.

“I think I already know the answers, but I want to confirm it to... I dunno, maybe be proven wrong?”

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago • edited

"That's fair enough," conceded Lewis with a brief nod.

"Go ahead if you like."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Hela tilted her head to one side as she gathered her thoughts, then said simply, "I know I locked you out of the house for a time and said I needed space and all... but you were gone for much longer than I expected. I... would like to know why that is."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago • edited

"At first, it's because I was hurt. I went for a long run, just wandered about--in a bout of unseemly self-pity at first, I confess. 'If my own flesh and blood--with much the same condition as my own--if she can't accept me for who I am...who can? "No one." That's the inevitable answer. I'll never have anyone who truly understands me. No one with whom I can share the depth of that bond. Truly and always unlovable, me. Always a masquerade, in the end. The only person I ever fooled was myself.'

"Those were my thoughts, anyhow. For a time. Eventually I found them as annoying as most other people probably would. Even if it were true, so what? Not much I could do about it. The only person I have any say over, end of the day, is myself. Can't make something so by wishing it. Wouldn't interfere with free will if I could, tempting though it might be. For if the way a person feels about me's not genuine...what's the point? Better a painful truth than a pretty lie.

"Still I confess I was angry at the situation. And still not thinking logically enough to see it was temporary. My mind has a bad habit of jumping to the worst possible conclusion. Now, that's useful for planning out eventualities and having a backup plan for a backup plan for when things go wrong. But in matters of the heart..." a wry chuckle, "not so much."

"So, as I was only partially logical and still very frustrated, I took it out on whatever was handy. There was no shortage of 'em, thankfully. Trolls, malevolent water-spirits, imps, the Wyvern...you name it. 'Course, I was all the way in the East End by then, so it took a while to work my way back."

He shrugged.

"Walking by the river may not have been the best idea," he confessed with a chortle. "Still, it worked out. By the time I got to Soho, I'd gotten most of it out of my system. Some of the creatures I met between there and home helped me work out the rest.

"I'll admit I'm not entirely certain when I started drinking--I do recall finding a pub overrun with beasties. They were more interested in each other than the booze behind the bar, so I helped myself. Did that several times throughout the night before I thought to take some home. Then I passed a grocer's and thought, 'May as well do some shoppin' here, too'. And a florist's."

A smile.

"By then I was settled enough I'd accepted, whatever your feelings about me were, they were your feelings and they'd be what they'd be. That's the truth of it. Nothing to do but move forward as best we can--play the hand we're dealt and all that."

A soft laugh at himself.

"Though I was still drunk enough to think expressing my feelings with flowers was a good idea.

"Also wagered a good night's sleep wouldn't hurt...if you'd let me in. Acted even drunker than I was--which is saying something--to seem as harmless as possible in hopes that you would."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

Relief flickered at the edges of her expression at his response and she even had to stifle a chuckle at one point.

"Quite the actor you are, Weir... Were actually so close to toppling over?" She asked curiously, recalling how he'd once before gone from tipsy and merrily drunk to a dead serious sober in an instant.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

"Not quite as close as all that, though I was admittedly unsteady. And the lack of a filter for my words was true enough," he confessed with a chortle.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago

"Ah yes, I do believe you called me a plant at one point during the night," She chuckled, leaning back in her chair, "And your words were slurring together so much, they might as well have been holding hands."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago • edited

"Whoops."

A laugh.

"Honestly, I stopped counting at...it was either ten or twelve drinks...?" he said, uncertain.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago • edited

Hela shook her head with a half smile. "I don't know how your liver is still intact, with you always drinking like it's the end of the world..."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago • edited

"I don't do it everyday," remarked with a shrug. "Maybe that's the secret."

A little smile.

"I come from a long line of drinkers, too. I suppose I've a bit of a tolerance."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago • edited

"Well, so long as it doesn't cause you to drop dead..." Or act like too much of an idiot, "I won't stop you," She said, dipping her chin with a faint smirk.

As if it would do anything if I tried to.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

"And that is much appreciated," he said, mirroring her body language.

"Was there anything else you wanted to ask?" he said after a moment.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago • edited

“Well, nothing that isn’t obviously a... delicate subject,” answered Hela, “For example, asking ‘Hey, does the inevitability of wanting to save someone but being unable to bother you all that much?’ isn’t exactly a very sensitive approach... but I’ll admit I’m curious.”

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The Fox • 2 years ago • edited

( Wizardblizzard Here we are! )

Wizardblizzard:

She waited a minute until the puppy had got his breath. Sozo began

munching again. The white dog gave a little whine, and nudged the pup

to his feet. She led the way out of the kitchen.

The little pup trotted forward, turning to look at the taller dog every other step. He toddled up to the dog's leg and tried to nip them but could never move fast enough. There was a frustrated whimper but he wasn't one to give up.

Leaping forward, he managed to lick the heel of the white dog's foot.

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Wizardblizzard  The Fox • 2 years ago

"Wrowf!" She stopped and turned to look at the pup. This was more like it. No monsters, no bodies, and... PUPPY! Suddenly giddy with relief, she batted the pup with her paw.

Several minutes of sheer lunacy followed, all over the hall, up a flight of steps... at last Callum flopped down for a rest, and Isabella was seized with an impulse to see how fast these legs could go if they really tried. She took off along the gallery.

Pretty fast, was the answer. Too fast! Unable to stop, she skidded out over the edge of the stairs and...

...just hung there?

It's difficult for a dog to look surprised, but she managed it. Her legs paddled in mid-air.

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The Fox  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago

Panting tongue out, the little dog lay belly up, utterly pooped out from all the the running and playing.

Seeing the other dog float brought a soft whine, the little pup's tail sweeping across the floor with the last bits of energy his body could muster. His furry paws stretched upwards in a attempt to reach the other dog.

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Wizardblizzard  The Fox • 2 years ago

((Touching base. I have ideas of what I'd like to do with this, but an do it with or without puplet along as you like; in fact, left to my iwn devices will probably just doodle it. Up to you.

What she is can legit fly, and I'm goin to say that if necessary it can make puppy fly too.))

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The Fox  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago

( Do what you like! Callum is probably too pooped to go flying so you can leave him where he is. A doodle would be super neat! :DDD I'd love to see it if you do! )

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The Fox • 2 years ago

( Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯ here we go! )

It was twelve in the afternoon, the wind kicking up lightly in the park where Utterson was sitting.

He had managed to make time for a break today. His paperwork was easily conquered today and he was surprised to see that the desk was cleared. As of late, his desk was crowded with cases and letters, each its own day of work.

At first, he didn't know what to do with himself. There was the thought of just moving on to his next day of work but the sound of a bird chirping gave him another idea.

As the wind took a break of its own, he checked the time, popping his pocket watch open with a click. Its even tick brought with it a pleasant feeling, something similar to deeply felt trust. Combined with the fresh air and the relaxed quiet around him, his mind was soothed into an pleasant lull.

He closed his watch and leaned back, taking in the rustle of the leaves with an deep breathe.

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Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯  The Fox • 2 years ago

Krauser was quietly watching him from a good distance, His face was covered in his signature Black Balaclava and Beret, He was spinning his custom knife in his hand as he watched this person his eyes shifted violently as he looked for others who might be watching him.

He stood up as he stared at Utterson, revealing himself..He didn't know who wanted Utterson dead..but he would be payed some heavy cash if he could pull it off..so he began what Krauser called "The Hunt"...

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Helen Jekyll  Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯ • 2 years ago

(Hey, you might not be aware of this due to you being a rather new to this forum, but I just thought I'd give you the heads up that harming or killing another's character is strictly not allowed, unless you have permission from their writer.

Before attempting to cause any damage to Utterson or having Krauser kill him, be sure to ask if it's alright with Fox in 's, like how I'm talking to you now.

And do be aware that actions have consequences here and there is a risk of Krauser running into major trouble for going after Utterson.

Anyways, I'll leave you to your story! If you have any questions about the rules or want to know more, feel free to contact me on here.)

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Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago

((Okay.))

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The Fox  Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯ • 2 years ago

" Good afternoon Si-- "

Utterson blanched at the sight of the man. Never in his life had seen anyone dressed the way this man was, let alone visibly armed. It was hard to pin down, but it was like there was someone breathing down his neck.

He blinked, shook his head, and forced himself to speak. His voice was shaky, clearly unsettled by the dubious newcomer.

" H-hello s-sir....F-f-fine breeze we have today h-huh? "

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Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯  The Fox • 2 years ago

Krauser just sheathed his knife, "..." He just stared at him trying to think what he should do, He was obviously too afraid to fight..let alone speak..Krauser just crossed his arms, "Your name is Utterson, Correct?" He said towards him in his raspy voice.

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The Fox  Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯ • 2 years ago

" A-ah, Yes...Y-yes it is... "

Utterson tugged at his collar in a attempt to not look spooked. He smiled fearfully, a shudder tickling his spine.

" I-s there anyt-thing I c-c-can help you with? "

Ever so hesitantly, he scooted further along the bench, trembling as he offered a seat to Krauser.

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Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯  The Fox • 2 years ago

"I was sent to kill you, But I'm not going to do that.." He said simply as he sat down, "Do you have any idea who would want you dead?"

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The Fox  Francis of the Filth.╰[T]╯ • 2 years ago

The old man felt his heart pound when the stranger took the offered seat. He pulled out his handkerchief and went about dabbing his nervous sweat away.

The stranger spoke and Utterson froze in place.

What? WHAT???? Who'd want him?! He's always made an effort to b kind and courteous to everyone he meets, he never does anything he feel might harm someone...unless he was being used??? But for what means?!

Utterson glanced up at the scarred fellow and gathered his courage to speak clearly.

" I-i...I don't know anybody would want m-me dead. I can't think of any a-anyways... "

( Wow, this rp started interesting! I can't wait to see how this goes. I have to go to bed but I'll be on tomorrow. I hope you have a good night Macho and I can't wait to rp with you more! )

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