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undergrounds2015-08-15 08:20 am
alethiological) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-15 08:20 am
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August Free Post; I'm on a Carr kick I'm sorry
[A; Till Jet Lag Do Us Part]
It's just one of the usual boring evenings on the stations, waiting for your train to arrive. The usual terrible conditions, unhelpful staff, and random hobos sleeping on the benches. Or random tourists passed out from jet lag waiting for the train. Maybe you're one of those people nice enough to stop someone from stealing a suitcase. More likely, you're the one stealing it.
In any case, you're immediately treated to the siren sounds of accented swears and the person you are hypothetically trying to rob glaring at you. Gold eyes are suitibly intense for that. "What time is it?"
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[B; Behind the Crimson Blinds]
Hillingdon is known for many things, mostly the fact everyone in it is crazy, or assholes, or both. What is less known is that, like any proper association of crazy assholes, they keep records. Kills, assignments, random receipts, half-finished letters. A pit of madness no sane person would enter of their own free will. Said Will can be found in the pit of madness, surrounded by piles of organized papers and flipping through another one with the ease of a mindless drone.
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[C; And So To (Almost) Murder - first come, only served]
Later in the month, Lewisham is now a safe haven to the Fae. Which is a total load of nonsense, who leaves overseas for a month just to come back to their claimed No Man's Land being filled with a bunch of flighty, irresponsible monsters? They don't even have the decency to be subtle about it. Which is surprising, considering how subtle the takeover itself was.
Someone else masterminded it, obviously. Getting a name is easy. All that needs to be done is follow protocol: get one of the abominations to confess, remove the sin as is required, track down the one responsible and Fix It. It's just another in a myriad series of mistakes, and Our Purpose is to fix mistakes.
The only thing you hear is a sharp shout, cut off far too fast, but no one minds one person missing. Unless you do, which means you find one (count, 1) Fae held out swordpoint by one (count, 1) psychopath, bright gold eyes and black roiling smog. It also means you get immediately glared at because, honestly now, who interrupts an Equalizing. Rude much.
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[D; Wildcard]
> insert words receive subpar tags
((apologies for slowtags for aforementioned reasons))
It's just one of the usual boring evenings on the stations, waiting for your train to arrive. The usual terrible conditions, unhelpful staff, and random hobos sleeping on the benches. Or random tourists passed out from jet lag waiting for the train. Maybe you're one of those people nice enough to stop someone from stealing a suitcase. More likely, you're the one stealing it.
In any case, you're immediately treated to the siren sounds of accented swears and the person you are hypothetically trying to rob glaring at you. Gold eyes are suitibly intense for that. "What time is it?"
---
[B; Behind the Crimson Blinds]
Hillingdon is known for many things, mostly the fact everyone in it is crazy, or assholes, or both. What is less known is that, like any proper association of crazy assholes, they keep records. Kills, assignments, random receipts, half-finished letters. A pit of madness no sane person would enter of their own free will. Said Will can be found in the pit of madness, surrounded by piles of organized papers and flipping through another one with the ease of a mindless drone.
---
[C; And So To (Almost) Murder - first come, only served]
Later in the month, Lewisham is now a safe haven to the Fae. Which is a total load of nonsense, who leaves overseas for a month just to come back to their claimed No Man's Land being filled with a bunch of flighty, irresponsible monsters? They don't even have the decency to be subtle about it. Which is surprising, considering how subtle the takeover itself was.
Someone else masterminded it, obviously. Getting a name is easy. All that needs to be done is follow protocol: get one of the abominations to confess, remove the sin as is required, track down the one responsible and Fix It. It's just another in a myriad series of mistakes, and Our Purpose is to fix mistakes.
The only thing you hear is a sharp shout, cut off far too fast, but no one minds one person missing. Unless you do, which means you find one (count, 1) Fae held out swordpoint by one (count, 1) psychopath, bright gold eyes and black roiling smog. It also means you get immediately glared at because, honestly now, who interrupts an Equalizing. Rude much.
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[D; Wildcard]
> insert words receive subpar tags
((apologies for slowtags for aforementioned reasons))
Re: HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS
Heiji can pick up, very faintly, something twisting. A sense of wrongness, magic maybe, but in either case the glare he earns is too intense. Muted gold turns to bright yellow and cat slit pupils in a heartbeat and he's leeching information, this is not his Place, removal is advised.
-But then he shuffles papers around and the magic is jossed off in the wave of stupid.
"At least organize them by year! Don't touch them if you're not helping!" It's irresponsible and pushing more work on people who are actually working and it's dishonoring that by continuing to be irresponsible and pushing more work on people, but unfortunately it only comes out with a snap of 'oh hey look at me im crazy'.
Ugh. Fae.
"An' just let her blow up the door. It's none of your business if she gets 'er ass kicked."
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"By the year the case started or the year it ended?" Whichever it was supposed to be, Heiji was now doing the opposite while simultaneously wondering what was up with the sudden accent.
"I woulda thought you'd be concerned about one of your fellow hunters getting their asses kicked. That's real cold."
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Mostly because he needs to go over them a second time for subsection organizing. A small bit because he doesn't trust Heiji.
EIther way, the latter concerns are ignored. "They're not my hunters."
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"So who are your hunters?"
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Why are his ears ringing? That's annoying. That means a migraine's going to start soon, ah, what a pain in the ass, but that's Normal so it's Okay. Just stop thinking about it for a little while. Paperwork is a pretty mindless task to begin with. Nothing is wrong here at all. Except how Wrong he is, so very Wrong, you should kill him- wait, no, Heiji's annoying sometimes but he's pretty okay? Murder is overreacting here. Even if he deserves it? Shit.
The papers aren't even looked up from, but in the span of a second it's like watching an illusion in the guise of a humanoid. Shaking hand movements, monotone speech, but most importantly those harsh eyes and the harsher presence have returned.
"You do not have the authorization for that question."
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"You're filin' that wrong. That's an addendum to an earlier case."
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Wait, he did what wrong? The entire odd presence flips off in a heartbeat by the sheer look of panic he gets. Shit shit shit shit, dishonor on his family, dishonor on everyone who's talked to him- the mistake gets quickly fixed.
"That didn't happen." The crazy bit, o "Only interns make stupid filing errors."
Ignore that he is, technically, an intern.
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"Interns, right. You do give them a stipend at least, right? It's hard out there for a student." Maybe he'd pick at this a bit, ask Aradia if she'd noticed any weirdness. He'd seen a lot of bizarre magical afflictions floating around, but this one seemed almost like a separate presence, imprinted on its owner.
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"They get a hazard pay bonus to compensate the chance of death." No pings at all to speak of, but it might count as an oddity of itself to be able to say things like that with a straight face. There's a momentary pause in the sorting. Catching it as weird.
"Back home at least."
Almost weird.
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"Back home?" Heiji kept getting the distinct impression that to Will, London was temporary.