SirenCymbaline

"Hah, don't you worry about me. I'm not that bad." At least, definitely not when the fellow in question had been claimed by an irritable seasoned warrior. I may have ...

He was not going to let naive little Damascus think he could be scared of him, no matter how frightening his true demonic form was. "Of course not. You do ...

I whistled, impressed. "Soundsh like my type. Itsh' a pity he didn't end up here with ush, too. Not to, not to shay we'd want him in danger, no. Jist ...

Embarrassment flashed across Boris' face for a second, before he replaced it with stubborn denial. "...You weren't my brother then. And I wasn't scared, so shut up." Boris insisted.

"Sure." Boris smiled, spat on his hand, and repeated the ritual with John. Her hand felt odd, which caused him to jitter a little. It didn't feel bad, just a ...

I smiled, imagining Aegeas in an opera. It was... quite the picture. "Tell me about yourr Kellach, he soundsh like a swell bloke."

"SWEET JESUS, man! Just a few more words, I was just a few more words from-" Brian's angry protests were cut short by the sight of an entire dumpsters' worth ...

Brian turned his head briefly, to look at the nice fellas who knew his name. Oh. Nice fellas with a bat. Nice. Why now? This was the worst time he ...

Brian stood on a stool to reach the lid of the dumpster behind the thrift store, and tipped another haunted toaster onto the pile of possessed junk. Then he poured ...

Boris was the one who'd suggested this, so he had to show some initiative and do it first. Disregarding James' hygiene conscious qualms, he boldly and resolutely spat in his ...

Siren squinted hard, and frowned again. Then she moved into Maahes' personal space, and sniffed him. She sniffed him very seriously. Then she stepped back, grinned her sharp grin, and ...

"The point is he doesn't kick ush out of the kitchen before we make it through another bottle." I said, punctuating the sentiment with another heavy draught. "And I suppose ...

Boris made a disgusted face. "Gross. Let's just do a swear."

Bleffles turned around, and glanced at Natalia in confusion. "Became...real?" she questioned. "What does that mean?"

Boris had only met Engel a few hours ago, but, he felt like he wanted to believe him. It was true that neither John Watson or Damascus had really done ...