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Born: August 14, 2019 Forum Topics Started: 6
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Athena Maximus 04/12/20 She had decided to shake things up and go visit some of her coven mates. She had a basket and was skipping down the hall as she came across one of them. “Hey! Happy Sunday!” She reached into her basket and pulled out a couple of mini bottles of alcohol. “Enjoy!” She said as she skipped off.
Katherine Murray 04/01/20 Control Freak
I'll get snacks! I do to know what it means, Nicky. Binging television! See you soon! ❤️
Katherine Murray 03/31/20 Control Freak
Netflix and chill?
Manannán mac Lir 03/13/20 A low chuckle escaped Manannán when Nic suggested they had more things in common then nodded in thanks as his almost empty glass was refilled. “Aye, possibly we do. There’s something to be said for having a strong woman at your mercy.”

Relaxing back into the plush seat, Manannán listened to Nic’s tale. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to learn of your heritage once you were an adult rather than being raised surrounded by it. “It sounds as though you are doing well then. My advice is not to set boundaries. When you think you’ve reached the limit of what you can do, always push a little further. Practice a lot, learn control. Since you already had powers, you will have some idea of how to go about all of that, I imagine. Aye, maybe it was a mental block. You don’t know what you don’t know. Which is why I suggest always to push the supposed barriers.”

Frowning a little, Manannán thought over the bond he shared with Harlie. He didn’t know if it was magical, but they certainly couldn’t stay away from one another, and they had tried to several times. “Bonds are tricky. As to not causing explosions; wide-open spaces with zero population are good for practising anything you think might be destructive. If you ever need a wingman, I’m happy to help out.”

Then he laughed aloud when Nic suggested a literal which hunt of Anu. “I’m getting used to my new look, and for now she hasn’t caused any more trouble, but I’ll keep the offer in mind. Regardless of how powerful she is, I doubt she will be able to set foot on coven grounds. At some point, I will have to take care of this issue. I’ll be sure to include you when I do.”

Taking a long sip of the smooth whiskey, Manannán realised he hadn’t just sat and chatted with someone like this, other than Harlie, in some time. “I could get used to this.”
Manannán mac Lir 03/07/20 “Neat is best, in my opinion, especially when it’s this good.” Accepting the glass from Nic Manannán raised his eyebrows in agreement with regards being in a fine room with finer booze.

Before he could speak, a reply from Harlie arrived with several pictures attached enticing him to get back to her soon. He breathed deeply then quickly tapped out a reply. “Apologies just letting Harlie know where I am, and no, there is no need to talk to her. It would appear she is getting…comfortable around me.” Manannán then grinned as he returned his full attention to Nic.

“So, my story. A Goddess decided she wants me for her consort based on some flimsy poetry from a few thousand years ago. When I told her to bugger off, she changed me into this, a form I used centuries ago. Honestly, it could have been far worse. The bigger issue is she left a few threats, so I have Harlie tied up with protection spells she knows nothing about. I’m hoping it doesn’t mess with the, ah…juju in this place.”

Hearing the beginning of Nic’s story had Manannán’s eyebrows popping up again, and when Nic raised his glass, he did the same. “Sláinte, my friend,” he said before taking a sip of the smooth golden liquid.

“Your parents?” Manannán sifted through his memory at guardians of the underworld and came to the most likely conclusion. “They’re Hades and Persephone? That would certainly explain a few things. How was that bombshell dropped, and how are you coping so far?”
Katherine Murray 02/26/20 Nicky
Rude. But okay. ❤
Manannán mac Lir 02/26/20 Scratching the aforementioned beard, Manannán grinned. “I like it, and I think Harlie is warming to it as well.”

Following Nic into the library, Manannán looked around. He hadn’t been in this room yet, and he could already see why Nic might enjoy it so much. Taking a seat, Manannán got comfortable and let Nic organise himself as he spoke. “I have the night free. Harlie and I are still getting…reacquainted. She has been unsure I am who I say I am, and the convincing is both rewarding and frustrating in equal measures. Also, if we run out of whiskey, I brought a case of Irish back with me on my last trip. We could probably hole up in here for a few days if needed.”

As Nic moved about the room, Manannán decided to start. “My story is relatively simple. It’s not wise to piss of powerful goddesses. They can get creative in their outrage.”

Manannán would wait until Nic was seated, and the whiskey flowed before he continued his story.
Manannán mac Lir 02/22/20 With a wide grin, Manannán took a moment to flick his long hair over his shoulder dramatically. “Nic! Tell me honestly, am I rocking this new look or what?” With his arms outstretched, he turned on the spot as if showing off a new dress.

Before Nic could answer, Manannán pulled him in for a firm hug and thumped him on the back. “It’s good to see you!” The two men were of a similar eight with Manannán above Nic by a couple of inches. The change in height continually amazed Manannán when dealing with people he knew, with many appearing much smaller to him now. Previously, Nic had been taller than him.

“As to what happened, let’s say it’s a long story that will require much whiskey to retell. But, my pretty friend, I want to know how it is you even recognised me, and why you also seem different.” Taking a slow walk around Nic, Manannán looked him up and down the whole time until he returned to stand in front of him once more.

Letting his vision move in between the worlds, Manannán was able to see the different representation of the man on different planes. Nic emanated light from his being in the same manner other gods and goddesses do. The only other creatures he had seen with this essence were some very ancient races that held ties to nature in a different way than Manannán’s people did. Though Nic was not strictly his people, since Manannán was of the Celtic line, the essence was similar all the same.

“Welcome to the club.”
Manannán mac Lir 02/18/20 It has been some time since Manannán had spoken with his old friend, Nic. They met in a previous coven they were in together, and never had the chance to interact much on account of them both tied up with their respective wives. Well, Okay, so Manannán was no longer married, but the woman in question still occupied ever thought in his mind.

Spying the man of the hour walking briskly through the large house, Manannán thought he should re-introduce himself in his new form.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve had a chat Nic. Or should I say…Nicky.” Manannán couldn’t help chuckling at using a nickname for Nic that he probably shouldn’t know. Further, to stop the man in his tracks, Manannán appeared quite out of nowhere directly in front of him. He was through hiding his abilities around others.
Katherine Murray 12/13/19 But I'm an elf for Christmas.
-thinks-
-shrugs-

Have you been a good boy, Nicky?
Katherine Murray 12/12/19
Vexa 12/06/19
Vexa 11/23/19 *beams as Papa hands back the photo*
*scrutinises the photo then Papa* Grand-mama is a smart woman.
*dances around at the thought* I won't sell it. It's Papa!
*rushes off to put it in the album she's started of the tribe*
Katherine Murray 11/22/19 -giggles- Thank you for the pocket change, love. ❤️
Vexa 11/22/19 *waves a photo at the Patriarch* Papa!
*holds it out and produces a pen* You are model now? Autograph?

Congratulations on Profile of the Day!
Katherine Murray 11/22/19 Tsk, tsk. Just what have you done, my love?
Katherine Murray 11/16/19 Hmmm. Maybe you're right. What am I saying, you're always right. *ponders* We should continue this elsewhere. *drags off*
Katherine Murray 11/16/19 *swoons*
*thinks*
Maybe we need a second honeymoon?
Katherine Murray 11/16/19 *blows kiss*
Grayson Zagan 11/16/19 Reaches out and grabs the mans hand and gives it a firm shake. "Well met Nic, though I am new here, I think my face has always been the same." Releases Nic's hand and touches his face to make sure that it has not changed. Would be ashamed if he looked different and he didn't know himself.
Vexa 11/09/19 *was under the assumption the 'You know' meant pizza*
*but if he was going to feed her* Booty call, peeesha.
*is a quick study*
*proud*
*skips ahead in her wellies*
*wonders if Gabe wants a booty call*
*changes course to go ask*
Vexa 11/09/19 *shakes head no* Yes.
*listens intently*
*brows raised*
*creeps closer*
*is now very curious*
*brows furrow at Papa's answer* No. I don't know. Please explain.
*completely oblivious to sex education, not a subject of study for assassins* Peeesha?
Vexa 11/09/19 *shakes head* No, the tele.. Gabe.
*points towards shacks* Gabe and I are neighbours now.
*rocks back and forth, hands behind her back* People are supposed to ask me for 'booty call'?
*cranes head, eyes very large and curious now*
Vexa 11/09/19 *looks up* What is a booty call? Maman said to ask you.
*tilts head* Maman said she was busy with a thought.
*curious* Is Maman okay?
Vexa 11/09/19 *tugs coat sleeve* Papa..
*tugs coat sleeve again* Papaaaaa..
Gabe Marlowe 11/03/19 *holds hand to chest* You think I’m good looking?
I’m so touched *exaggerated sniff*
*clears throat* Thanks, man!
*off to invite Vexa to dinner*
Vexa 11/03/19 *much relief*
*hops in a circle around Dad*
*may or may not be paying attention*
*notices they have the same boots, grins*
*stops* I have daggers?
*probably not a good idea to stab the Father*
*stands still, very interested now* What kind of interesting things, Papaa? Dead things? Kitchen?
Vexa 11/03/19 *recoils*
*realises it's just Dad*
*tilts head, raises brows*
*takes boots, puts them on*
*horrified* I don't wanna push your poop back in!
*looks at boots* These boots though.. they're everything.
*stomps around in wellies*
Gabe Marlowe 11/02/19 *blinks*
*takes the money, because you don't turn down a hundred bucks when it's being put in your hand*
I think I do.
But...*looks around to make sure it's just them* What if she doesn't, you know, like me?"
Zacarias 11/02/19 Jumps slightly and takes a couple of steps back as the other man speaks to him the sudden apperance catching him off guard. "H-Hello..." He reaches out to to shake the others hand his own shaking so bad he pulled it back before even touching him.
Vexa 11/02/19 *tilts head*
*shifts uncomfortably* Erg.
*simply nods* Mother was bit by alligator.
*scampers off*
Daxx- 11/01/19 He takes a bow and shakes the man's hand. "Yep I am the Realm Pirate and Rum Runner. Pleased to be in your home."
Vexa 11/01/19 *does interpretive dance to explain Tante Marie has been teaching the girl in the ways of voodoo*
*falls to her knees and shakes wildly.. she is describing how Tante Marie was ridden by a loa*
*jumps up, her eyes wide*
*whispers* Woooooooah.
*mind blown*
Katherine Murray 10/28/19 Vexa caught me dancing around for service. Gabe, oh God, I hope he found thr pizza. -blinks- We're terrible at this, Nicky. We need a kitchen. I mean, you go make a kitchen and I'll hide in the shack. Good plan. -blows kisses-
Katherine Murray 10/28/19 I have to go hide in the shack now. And never come out. -hangs head- Gone foreeeevvveer.
Vexa 10/28/19 *jumps out from behind a tree*
*jazz hands*
*hops into the bushes and disappears*
Gabe Marlowe 10/24/19 Gabe nods along as if he understands. Drinking really wasn't his poison, but his poison wasn't really...accepted among most people so it was best just to try to fit in.

"Well, A few nice folks welcomed me to it before you found me but, to be completely honest, I have no idea what 'The Realm' is." He chuckled and let the other man lead the way. "It sounds like I'm in the right place then."
Vexa 10/24/19 *glances towards the doors he is motioning to* Library.
*excitement at the prospect* Botany? Necromancy? Voodoo?
*is still very much a student* I like stories.. much to learn from our Elders.
*muted laugh* It is by design, for everyone's safety.
Vexa 10/24/19 *finger taps against full lips*
*wicked grin* Books.
*internal nudge and a nod of understanding* Dead things. He wants dead things.
*tilts head* Tante Marie needs offerings? Coffee? Rum? Gunpowder?
Vexa 10/24/19 *a broad grin appears*
*she mouths* Dead things and books.
*might be bouncing a little*
*eyebrows bunch, she has questions* Tante Marie, I can visit? Or no?
Vexa 10/23/19 *brows raise, she mouths* Pizza?
*never had it, sounds good*
*points towards the bayou, hands filthy* Shack.
*of course this means she's found a shack and is currently and will be restoring it so she won't be needing a room*
*smiles and waits, staring*
*doesn't realise pizza will take some time*
Vexa 10/23/19 *tilts her head and stares*
*stares at him so hard*
*stomach rumbles*
Livia Vlcek 10/23/19 *chuckles quietly* Mister Murray, I think you are quite right.
*shifty eyes* Always looking for a co-conspirator when it comes to tormenting dear Kat.
Livia Vlcek 10/23/19 *grins* Shit.. I'd pay just to see her get bitten in the ass.
*offers her hand* Deal.
Livia Vlcek 10/22/19 *raises brows, appreciates the jazz hands*
*spirit fingers*
That somehow makes them less scary.. can they be killed the usual way orrr are they still like, wandering about after you dump a magazine into them?
*sheepish smile* Asking for a friend..
*ponders this money making scheme* About that.. I still need to speak to Katherine about phone calls she made on my cell account. To the Aether. Those were some hellacious bills and nearly drained my bank account.
Livia Vlcek 10/22/19 *nods* Attics are good so I'm not in the way. I don't want to be intrusive.
*is probably already intruding.. sorrynotsorry trying to avoid stranger danger* Nic, it's very nice to meet you.. please go on about zombies.. I'm curious now.
*blinks* Wait. She's moved onto alligator wrestling? Really?
*whispers* You should stop her.. I should have stopped her at the monkey juggling. Honestly, you need to stop her because this is just escalating.
*pokerface*
Vexa 10/22/19 Swamp. Had she ever seen the swamp? Not that she could recall. She's traveled to many place but the swamp, not so much. Was this where she was then? All Vexa knew was she found a few very old graves that were very much needed at the time. The woman dusted off a hand on her leggings before offering it to Nicolas. A quick shake, not too hard or soft, her arm falls to her side. "Vexa." She points to herself as the name, barely audible, is pushed with great force from her throat. "The swamp sounds wonderful. Thank you, Nicolas Murray."
Vexa 10/22/19 Copper eyes watch curiously the man's movement. Vexa is determining if he is an immediate threat. His brow furrows, she tenses. His hand upon his chin, a nod, her body remains poised for possible combat. Chere. A term of endearment, 'French' she thinks. Or a dialect of. She offers a closed lipped smile to the man, her eyes unblinking. "I'm lost." She mouths the words, without voice. A failed attempt to clear her throat, Vexa digs into the satchel she carries, scribbles a note to the man.

Shelter perhaps. A safe place to rest? A meal maybe. I work hard. Will pay my way.

The 'necromancer' hands the note to the man and stares once more through amber eyes, face full of innocence. She waits.
Livia Vlcek 10/21/19 *brows raise at his sigh*
She wasn't expecting me but I figured if she could hide in my attic once, I could hide in hers.
*nods, smiles amicably*
*is pulled into the house suddenly, frowns but might actually be frightened*
Do you have alligators? I don't want him returning brainless and ghosts just don't seem painful enough.
*sheepish smile, holds three fingers up*
Scouts honour..
Livia Vlcek 10/21/19 *carries a bag of clothing*
*looks around*
*forehead creases with confusion* Bonsoir.. I'm looking for Katherine. I'll be living in your attic for a few weeks until my kidnapper husband stops looking for me.
*extends hand* Dani.. California..
*nervous smile*
Gabe Marlowe 10/21/19 Whiskey or Scotch? Gabe panicked a little. He thought they were the same. Man, he didn't want to look like a fool, but all he drank was beer. "Uh, Whiskey." He tried to sound like he know just what the eff he was talking about, but probably failed.

He laughs a quietly, "Depends on where we are mate. I can legally drink in Manchester, though that never stopped me before. If we're in the good old U S of A, I'm afraid i may be a year shy of that 'drinking age'."

Gabe took his hand and give a firm shake, "Nice to meet you, Nicolas. Gabriel Marlowe, but most people just call me Gabe." He was grateful that someone was willing to offer him some answers, and Nicolas seemed like a decent guy so far. If he wasn't, well, Gabe knew how to run. "Some answers would be great, thanks."
Murmur 10/20/19 Smiles and nods " I am thank you kindly."
Gabe Marlowe 10/19/19 So many welcomed, few offered help. Although, to be fair, he probably wouldn't want to offer help to someone like him. Standing there, looking all confused and helpless. "Uh, yes. You see. One minute I was somewhere else and now I'm here. And honestly, while it looks somewhat like a normal city, I haven't the slightest idea where here is."
Katherine Murray 10/19/19 -snorts-
I can still eat you.
-blows kiss-
Virelai Tylwyth 10/19/19 It was a touch of a cold hand, a sensation that would raise the hair on the back of the neck of even the most imperceptive creatures. It was darkness, the touch of death, or near enough to it. A ghostly whisper against the back of the neck. “Nicolas Marceau.” The voice rustled like fallen leaves against the mind. “I have come to you to fulfill your end of our bargain.” This was not the woman, Yule, that Nic had met. It was the essence that lived inside of that body, something darker and more frightening.

“I am out of time.” There was a wrongness to this soul, this spirit, reaching out along the thin thread of connection that bound them temporarily to one another. She had come to collect, to raise the dead. And what better creature to assist her in this than one who played with the bodies of the dearly departed for a living. Icy fingertips ran down the spine, a whisper, urgent and hollow, hissing through the mind. “Look for the door with the Red Lily and go through. Come find me as quickly as you can.” It seemed she might have said more, but the tenuous communication snapped short, the sensation of ice vanishing along with it. She could only hope that he made it in time. Before the last dregs of life left her completely.
Katherine Murray 10/17/19

-is already dancing-
-is probably already drunk-
-is so graceful-
Katherine Murray 10/10/19 She was basically a limp noodle; it was just easier if Katherine went along with whatever he decided to do, especially considering he somehow always turned her snarkiness around on her. It was, for the most part, quite fun. And extremely hilarious.

Wedded bliss; who knew?!

So, boots later. Celebration would come.

She was not getting out of an explanation; clearly.

”Would it help if I had told her to kill it with fire?”
Katherine Murray 10/09/19 You won that round. *dies*

Katherine Murray 10/09/19 “A month? Really? It feels more like a lifet...” Katherine wouldn’t complain about being kissed quite thoroughly, they had barely had time to see one another with working on their plans, so this was definitely a pleasant break from everything else.

”We will have to find some time to celebrate later, I’m searching for rubber boo... what?”

Oh, dear.



There might have been some nervous giggles after pulling a face, there really was no other way to explain Mara, not that she would anyway; Kat was sooo very good at avoidance. Not really. But she was trying.

“So, you met Amaranthe?”
Katherine Murray 10/04/19 Oh, he’d pay for that one.

It might not be tomorrow, or the next; but Nicolas would get what’s coming to him for that little quip. It wasn’t like she chose to run into a wall; she was just... off her game.

”Whatever you think is best, Nicky.” Okay, so it might have sounded far too saccharine sweet, might have hinted toward an impending doom; or she could just genuinely mean it. It would be so much fun for him to try and figure out which one it would be and likely a lot more fun for Katherine to watch him scramble.

She had to get her entertainment from somewhere.
Katherine Murray 10/03/19 Months ago; Katherine would not have expected to be where she was now, simply put, never in a million years would she had thought she’d find herself married.

Happily.

Now, she really couldn’t see herself being anywhere but with him and that meant going anywhere he wished to go, especially how being apart had certainly been a very bad idea. This wouldn’t stop her nose from curling upward, pulling a face that clearly expressed distaste for the place he mentioned; but, with him wrapped around her, her lithe frame leaned into his, Kat would bite her tongue.

Merde.
New Orleans, it is.

”When do we leave?”
Virelai Tylwyth 10/02/19

All throughout the Realm strange events were occurring, dark and dangerous things were stirring within the space they had all claimed as home. And yet, among all of those frightening happenings, there was an undercurrent of something more. Strange flyers were materializing at random intervals. On alley walls, grave stones, in pockets and upon coffee tables, tucked away in the most peculiar places where you would swear there was nothing before.

With them came the doors, black oak with a spindly red flower engraved in the grain, seeming to come from nowhere. They would simply appear in those same odd places. Tucked in an alcove of a back-alleyway, taking up space on a mausoleum, or within abandoned houses. And the flyers were the key.

On the selected date they would take flight, tugging and fluttering like moths to a flame, and lead the way – for those who were found to have one of those pieces of paper in their possession – to those doors. Others might stumble across them in those hidden places and place their hand upon the smooth wood, watch them swing open, and walk through.

That same red flower would bloom on the back of the hand of any who chose to do so. And there would be another pull, a shift in the air as they traveled through darkness, and a second door would open revealing a fog covered woodland. A short way ahead there would be a house, tall and strange, with a large black door inviting them in.
Katherine Murray 09/23/19

Good time, weird time... same thing, really.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/15/19 Yule took an extra step back as the man slipped out of the cell, between her and the bars but hadn't moved any further than that. Her head jerked back as if she had been slapped at the sound of his voice – she hadn't been of course but gods be d*mned, the people around her really did know how to speak. Things had been odd recently, more odd than the usual chaos of blood and guts that was the Realm. It was like everyone had lost their tongues, or maybe it was just her. Just for her. Or maybe something strange really was going on.

She had started losing her tongue too and it took her a moment to find it again. Clearing her throat, Yule slide her hands into her jacket pockets – she really needed to get some new clothes since she couldn't say how long she'd been wearing the ratty garments she'd found in this body's closet – and sauntered after him. “I wouldn't mind. Rescuing you I mean. I'm pretty sure that old saying about honor among thieves includes a helping hand every now and again.” She smiled, just barely, and glanced back towards the dungeon depths. Then she shrugged and followed him towards the exit anyway.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/15/19 Yule moved on to another cell, stopped, looked inside to see that it was occupied and pushed her hair away from her forehead. Or it would have been her forehead if not for the mask. Maybe would have been hers. This would be her body eventually after all. Exhaling slowly she leaned forward and wrapped her whole hand around the lock. Forgoing the flair of magic and deciding effective force instead.

Her hand spasmed around the lock as if it hurt, and then she ripped it free. At least she was getting stronger. That's all that mattered right? She pulled the door open and stepped back, shrugging her shoulders, expression empty. But her lips moved, formed words, at least she thought they did. Maybe. She tried again, opting for simplicity. "Time to go."

You managed to break out Nicolas Marceau.
Katherine Murray 09/12/19
Virelai Tylwyth 09/10/19 Yule wasted no time with formality. Exhausted and a little worse for wear, she cracked open the lock on the cell and swung the door open, her lips pulling into a tight smile.

"Slow night it seems. But at least there's time enough to get free of here."

You managed to break out Nicolas Marceau.
Manannán mac Lir 09/09/19 Shaking his head he couldn't be too angry, he had after all heard of this ahead of time and already 'tagged' their very own leader. Bold is, as bold does.
"I'll remember this! You and your fancy suit are going down," he called after the retreating figure.
Manannán mac Lir 09/09/19 "Trouble you say? I can help always help with that."
Manannán put out a hand for the other man to shake.
"Name's Manannán, but Manny is okay too. Good to meet you, Nic."
Katherine Murray 09/09/19 Nicky
Yes.
And a fire extinguisher.
Or two.
XOX
Katherine Murray 09/09/19 Nic
Define... stupid.
XO
Mackenzie 09/07/19 -Grimacing-
Forgive my candor, but...
Is this really the kindest life, for her?
-Pushes hands into hair-
-Lowers voice-
By all means, explore options.
Just... don't let Jasper see her.
And for f-cks sake, get her some false teeth.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/06/19 It was likely mere happenstance that Yule walked by what seemed to be the only occupied cell in the whole of the dungeon. She had spent so much time here that it felt almost like home, but that didn't mean others wanted to spend their days trapped in the dank, musty, underbelly of the Realm.

So when she passed by this particular cell and scented something, or rather someone, other than the normal unpleasant smells that flitted through the corridors, Yule paused. She considered a moment, hesitated, but it was only a moment and she hoped it wouldn't be held against her.

With care, Yule stepped up to the cell door, materializing from the shadows and stripping off the glove on her right hand at the same moment. She stroked her fingers along the lock, crystallizing the inside mechanism with ice until it coated the whole of the lock. Then, with a well-placed slam of the heel of her hand, the lock snapped and fell in two or three pieces onto the hard dirt floor.

She reached up and pulled the door open before replacing her glove and pulling it snug over her fingers. "It's quiet here tonight. I doubt your absence will be noticed. I hope you see your way from here safely."

You managed to break out Nicolas Marceau.
Katherine Murray 09/06/19

Come play with me?
Mackenzie 09/04/19 -Takes a deep breath-
-Gives a look-
-Opens door, peeks in-
-Slightly terrified smile-
-Closes door-
Nicolas, dear... she's undead.
-Sighs-
What are you looking for? Blood?
Mackenzie 09/03/19 Nicolas, what the f-ck!
-Is definitely handling this well-
What did you do?
She has no f-cking teeth.
I'm fairly certain her tongue fell out.
Or she swallowed it.
What are you doing?
Mackenzie 09/03/19 -Gives look-
-Breathes, coughs, holds breath-
-Desperately trying not to make a face-
...
...
-Points at Justine, looks at Nicolas-
What the actual f-ck?
Mackenzie 09/02/19 ...Okay...
Your ex-wife is in your room.
-Deep breath-
Let's go.
This was extremely dramatic. Ex-wife.
As if that is the worst thing.
Mackenzie 08/31/19 Okay but wait.
What did you need help with?
And who is Justine?
Mackenzie 08/30/19 ...Mmm... I need Kat to stay local.
There's this thing.
Who the f-ck is Justine?
You get around.
Mackenzie 08/30/19 Oh, sweetheart.
What did I tell you about leaving your prey out?
Did you break her legs?
Mackenzie 08/30/19 -squints-
-tilts head-
...Where's the body?
Katherine Murray 08/30/19
Katherine Murray 08/30/19
Katherine Murray 08/27/19

It was totally the chinchilla that won you over.
Katherine Murray 08/20/19 -gives herself a gold star-

LillyEmperium 08/17/19 Welcome to the coven
Mackenzie 08/14/19 Jesus, you are easy.
I like it.
Mackenzie 08/14/19 Sure. I got a mirror.
At home.
-Quirks a brow-
You have two choices.
Roam the city looking like this, or...
Go to a strange woman's home and fix all the issues.
Which will you choose?
Mackenzie 08/14/19 Worse. The hair.
It's like a hundred Alfalfa's sprouted in perfect unison.
Mackenzie 08/14/19 Oh, god.
You've already been maimed, haven't you?
Katherine Murray 08/14/19 -toddles by-
-pauses-
-hands a severed ear-
-keeps on toddling-
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