beanchaointe: (throw 'em back til i lose count)

[personal profile] beanchaointe 2024-05-16 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
For all of us to get out of this alive.

[Which she knows is a long shot, given what they're doing. She knows that Harvey is likely thinking of a part of the larger picture, but that's her first priority. Even Parrish, who is fairly unkillable, is at risk here -- she's willing to bet any creature collector worth his salt is going to have cold storage for a hellhound.

Especially in the middle of Siberia.]


Priority number one is for all of us to get out. But, if things go far better than we expect ... Kirsanov probably has records regarding a lot of curses that the Colony has cast over the centuries. Maybe we should take some of that power away from the middle men.

[Being the Adin-Gainors, Rusty and Max. She knows that Elena and Jo were looking for information on Colony-related curses. She glances over at Alexander and his eyes widen as he nods. "Yeah. Yeah, if there's something here that's something we can use."]
rehire: (Default)

[personal profile] rehire 2024-07-07 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( "We could undo a lot of harm," Jackson says, realizing even more of the stakes. )

OK. Priority one. Make it out alive. Priority two. Locate anything ancient, anything that could even the playing field, or upset it altogether.

( Sounds like a plan! )
wildkingdom: (WAtPWxW)

[personal profile] wildkingdom 2024-07-14 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Malia's eyes wander to door between cars and frowns.]

Are you sure we can trust those witches?

[It's not that she doesn't want to, it's just that they haven't really done anything to earn it.]
rehire: (enter the ring)

[personal profile] rehire 2024-08-10 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
( David and Ezra were under his thumb once, and David meant something more to him, more friend and ally once he was clued into what the husbands really wanted - and how they were going to get it. )

We trust each other.
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[personal profile] wildkingdom 2024-08-12 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Malia opens her mouth, but before she can interject, Lydia reaches for Harvey's arm: "And I trust him."

Malia closes it, then huffs.]


Fine. Don't fuck it up.

[And with that she marches back to her boyfriend as the massive fortress that looms in the distance as the train inches closer and closer, before lurching to a stop in the snow.]