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July 11th,
2012 11:56 pm
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And I saw the angel of torments Temeluchus laying most fierce torments upon them.( Read more... )
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July 3rd,
2012 11:09 pm
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Our souls become useless as the day they were born.( Read more... )
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| THE HOUSE. |
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July 2nd,
2012 9:54 pm
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She left a week to roam.
Your protector's coming home.( Read more... )
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| dividing man from brother. |
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February 13th,
2012 5:38 am
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[He's just demon enough to be aware of the fact that a change has occurred, that the Temeluchus-in-a-meatsuit that stepped out yesterday is aeons and lightyears and millennia apart from the Temeluchus that stretches his wings today, flexing long-absent appendage, digging his hands into the immaterial fiery hooks that were once nigh-surgically attached to his hands-wrists-paws-whatever-they-are. But he is just mortal enough that he falls for it: that, even knowing the fact of the fantasy, he swoons at its prospects. He can teleport once more. (He flits to Big Ben and back, in the blink of an eye.) He can rip a man asunder. He can dig into someone's nerve endings from a mile away, pulling them out by the root. And most importantly, he can hold his own in the event of demonic battle, all fire and flame and brimstone and vengeance. His powers are back. He's a full demon once more. And truth be told, there's a certain usurper down below who could use a little re-educating --
But he's just old enough and just wise enough and just cautious enough that Temeluchus hesitates before looking this gift horse in the mouth. Of course he wasn't at the party: this staid, tight-laced prat of an ex-demon (now ex-ex-demon).]
[Demons -- Balthazar, Berith, Furtur, Gremory, It, Nina. & Temeluchus, of course.]
What, precisely, is happening?
[Toby.]
Safe?
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September 17th,
2011 4:42 pm
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[Locked to Brianna after this.]
Have you been hearing about these killings? This creature is no longer targeting Market-goers. Accordingly, do beware and be careful out there. It is extremely dangerous and powerful.
[He's a demon with a thousand things on his mind, watching a hundred different pieces on a game-board that constantly shifts and melds. Somewhere in the midst of his tangled web of schemes lies genuine concern for his ex-ward's well-being, and that -- mingled with fear, with angel-old and demon-ancient fear -- makes his pen press harder into the paper. The Library may have scooped her up and out of his home long ago, but Brianna O'Connell still remains student and foster-daughter alike.]
And if you have any information from your end...?
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May 17th,
2011 11:37 pm
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I ask out of mere curiosity: Has anyone ever had any dealings with the other Libraries? Sometimes it does well to remind oneself: we aren't precisely unique snowflakes in our corner of the world.
( Private. )
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| you're the one the wild called, and you're the one who followed the child. |
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March 31st,
2011 9:29 pm
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[And then there's 'Lucas Harper': depressingly mundane, all sharp smiles and reassuring platitudes. Temeluchus doesn't even need to pretend much, anymore -- two hundred fifty-odd years have given him extensive, tiresome, never-ending practice in being human. A glass of red wine, a pile of old books, and he's having the equivalent of a cheerful night in. But something is bothering him. A little nagging something on the edge of his consciousness--]
And no one else is concerned about this girl's reports of repeated knifings? I practically expected a fervour, a rallying call to arms, a sounding of the sirens. I quite liked someone's suggestion of being a bit more proactive about this -- aren't there peacekeepers? Good Samaritans with nothing else on their hands but to be courageous? Surely there must be a friendly neighbourhood vigilante of some sort willing to look into it. Or, goodness forbid, even a Librarian.
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