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 [18+] The Calamity; Ichor and Ire, For Voodoo
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 Posted: Jul 10 2016, 02:35 PM
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It was at a small inn in Nagoya that Collin finally stopped. He'd been here for over three weeks already chasing after shadows and he was ready to go home. He wasn't the only one looking for the crazed cult of witches, there were plenty of agents from Pandora who were moving about Japan as well, but he'd been called over as they had honed in on the culprits. The agent in charge of the investigation, Mieko, had been incredibly helpful, but Pandora wanted a veteran agent on hand. Pandora wanted someone like Collin to be there at the end, to see that things were done properly. Something like this could go so badly.

Pandora had been keeping an eye on this faction for some time now, but they hadn't really been able to get their hands on them. Ideally, this all would have been stopped some time ago, but it was hard when it came to dealing with witches and half demons. Mieko, Pandora's resident clairvoyant in Japan, was getting concerned enough that she'd called in some warnings to headquarters in Britain. They had opted to send Collin out, knowing that he possessed unique abilities and experience enough to contain the situation. He wasn't the only one who could handle it, but he was one of the few who had dealt with something like this before. He was certainly well versed in witches, that much was true.

A lot of witches never left their covens, and that wasn't always a bad thing. There were plenty of covens that were good, witches who lived peacefully alongside of humanity and the supernatural. There were also plenty of covens who cared nothing for harmony and actively sought to bring evil into the world for personal gain and power. Witches were not the most well liked in the supernatural community, often seen as arrogant and historically gray in alignment, but there were plenty of other sorts with similarly negative connotations surrounding them. Werewolves were one, demons... of course were another. The vampires didn't have it so bad, though humanity probably would have pegged them as the worst had they been asked to guess. They had a pecking order of their own and tended to self police, they were much more organized than a lot of others, and that probably had a lot to do with it.

All of that mattered very little in Pandora though, they were the force above all others. There were rules and consequences if said rules were broken. Beneath the headquarters in Britain lay an extensive prison system, prisoners typically were held in stasis or specially made cells tailored specifically to them. The agents of Pandora did not always manage to capture their targets alive, and were often given kill orders. Not all deserved such a swift and harsh punishment though, some were fledglings and didn't understand, simply needing rehabilitation. Others could not be risked with such a thing, and death was the only solution to keep humanity safe. Pandora was the enforcing justice system of the supernatural world, all kinds under oath and treaty with all others. Rivalries were put to rest, biases cast aside. Or that was how it was supposed to work anyhow, it didn't always go quite so smoothly. There was shit talking to be had, minor fights and disagreements, but at the end of the day... they were all on the same side and that was what mattered the most.

Collin, for one, didn't give a fuck what anyone else was. He wasn't biased because he disliked certain sorts, he outright didn't like much of anyone. With... a few exceptions of course. He got on with Ava anymore, though it had been rough at first. She was all attitude, a sharp tongue, and sass to match, and he was dismissive and gruff. There had been some clashing at first, but things ended up working out well enough. Now he just tormented her with all his little pet names and she told him off, but it was all in good fun. They both knew that at this point. She had sent him on this mission with a warning, telling him that it sounded like things were heating up and to be careful. He'd drawled out a dry response, surprised when she'd turned pale blue eyes to him, furrowed her brows, and had replied with: 'I'm fucking serious Collin.' That had been his first warning. That wasn't how Ava typically was, she normally told him to not to be a dumbass and get himself killed, punctuating her sharp words with curses much like how Collin punctuated his with sickly sweet pet names. Usually he used them in the most condescending of ways, but not always. As was in Toby's case. Sometimes they were genuine.

He was tired when he shut the door to his room, it was the middle of the night but he knew that it was almost lunch time in New Arkham. Collin shrugged off his satchel, setting it on the table before cocking his head to one side and pulling Juno free. It had hurt a hell of a lot more the first few times he'd done it, but it had become easier and he could usually manage without much issue anymore. He did it so often that he'd sort of become numb to the feeling, but it was still not exactly what he'd call pleasant. It wasn't so much the physical sensation either, it was the fact that he was literally summoning a segmented portion of his soul out. Juno was an expensive cost, not one that all witches eagerly made, it took time and dedication and all sorts of special artifacts, the sacrifices that needed to be made were not small ones, and the ritual was extensive... but to him it was worth it. There were intermediate familiars, the ones who were not quite like what Juno was, and that was usually the go to for most witches. Creatures that were bound rather than actually born of one's body as Juno had been. He still remembered his mentor standing over him as he'd retched up the mass of inky black goo, it had shifted and taken the shape that it pleased, it had chosen to become Juno.

He willed the tattoo to come into its natural state, and Juno pulled herself from his body, hopping to one broad shoulder and giving a little shake of her feathers. She cawed loudly and he turned to nose at her affectionately. She nipped at his ear when he turned his attention away, drawing blood. He didn't notice. She did it all the time. Collin drew out his phone from his pocket, dialing Toby. Most of the time he answered, usually if he couldn't, he called right back. They didn't get much time to talk while he was working, and he missed the other something fierce. Toby picked up on the second ring.

“Hey sugar.” Collin purred, a grin pulling over his lips. He called a lot of people a lot of different things, but only Toby had been deemed 'sugar'. “Hey,” His boyfriend greeted in response, and Collin could hear the smile in the other's voice, he could almost see the dimples pulling in his cheeks. He turned to sit on the bed, pinching the phone between his ear and shoulder as he started unlacing his boots. “How's it going over there?” The other asked. “Lost the trail I was on, I'm waiting for Mieko to update me.” Collin paused. “You miss me?” He asked, knowing the answer. Toby laughed. “No.” He said. They both knew it wasn't the truth. Three weeks was a long time for them, they were together a lot. Collin, for one, missed Toby terribly. It hurt to be apart like this, which was a novel thing for him considering how much he'd always relished having his space. Collin hummed. “You thinkin' about me?” A devious little smirk tugged at his lips. “Y'know...” Toby knew what he meant and tsked at him, teasing. “So dirty!” It was enough to make the blond grin. Three years and it was still going strong, like they had just started fucking yesterday. Collin lusted after Toby like none other, he had a sex drive to match his affections for the pretty young man. “Of course.” Toby relented. “Come home soon, I need you.” Collin paused. “Send me something?” The other knew what he meant. Toby laughed again. “You are a dirty pervert Collin.... maybe.” That meant yes, and Collin flopped back onto the bed, sending a pissy Juno fluttering up in the air with a gravelly cry of protest. “Fuck I love you. I miss you Tobs.”

They talked a while longer before Collin's work phone chimed. Toby got quiet mid sentence when he heard it over the line. Collin looked at it and cursed. He had to go, he hung up with Toby and immediately called Mieko, as requested via her text. He hadn't slept in almost twenty-four hours but it looked like it would be a while longer before that happened. She had a fresh lead apparently.

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Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
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Their flat was so..empty when Collin was gone. Technically it was Collin’s place but when he'd moved in a few months into their relationship it had just sort of become ...theirs. It was larger than Toby’s studio had been, and he knew how attached Collin was to it. It wasn't really much of an ordeal when Toby had begun spending more and more time there until Collin had suggested he stay for good. Thankfully the other liked plants, because when Toby had joined him their balcony had become a veritable jungle. There were plants inside as well, along with the rest of their possessions, and everything had just ...settled.

Maybe some would think it would be difficult, living with a grump like Collin. But what most didn't know was who Collin was beneath the rough exterior. He was, by far, the most genuine, loving partner Toby had ever had. They'd had a few bumps in the beginning, working together at Pandora, but it hadn't taken too long before Toby had fallen for the larger one. It hadn't really been that hard to make Collin his… Toby tended to get what he wanted when he put his mind to it, and he'd wanted Collin. Now, three years later, they were even more in love than they'd ever been.

He had worried a bit when he'd been bitten… there had been some issues with his working for Pandora thanks to his new state, but when he'd decided to leave his post there Collin had supported him every step of the way. His unique condition was now managed with the help of meditation and a few helpful potions Toby had formulated, and for the most part it was not an issue. Toby kept things calm, having gone another way entirely in his career by opening his own small business. He was licensed by Pandora to cultivate and prepare his herbs and potions, making his living that way as opposed to the way he had before, which was now not very feasible. It worked out nicely, and usually he had not a single complaint about how they lived their lives.

Well...possibly one complaint. Seeing as how Collin still worked for Pandora, was actually one of their top agents.. There were times his job took him away, and that was not always fun. Sure, a few days here and there, when Toby had the place to himself and he could just relax, that was nice. But these stretches of weeks when Collin was off somewhere doing something dangerous? Toby could do without them. He liked having the other close, where he knew what was going on. This trip to Japan had already lasted nearly a month and Toby was really beginning to wish Collin would get his ass home already. There were calls, yeah..sometimes he even managed to get the other to do video chats with him, but Collin didn’t much care for that, which Toby found adorable and amusing.

He’d been headed home for his lunch when Collin had called him, and a quick little bit of addition in his head told him it was in the middle of the night at least over there. He figured Collin probably hadn’t slept. But he was happy to hear from him anyway. He loved that Collin loved him like he did. He couldn’t have been with him if he acted with him like he acted to a lot of people. But then, if he’d thought it would have been that way he never would have asked him out to have drinks that first night anyway. It warmed him to hear that low purr of the other’s voice over the line. What he told him was the truth...that he needed him...for him to return soon. The requests were becoming more sincere each time they talked, but he knew it was work. To distract the other Toby spent a minute telling him about things at home...he’d gone grocery shopping, his potted Witch Hazel looked like it was going to bloom soon. He was just launching into something about a botanical exhibit that was going to come to the city in a few months when he heard the other phone chime. He knew what it meant. Going quiet for a moment, he gave a hurried, “Stay safe, baby...get your ass home soon. I love you.” and then Collin was gone, and he sighed, heading into the kitchen to make himself lunch before heading back to his shop.





The battles did not always take place at night….though it seemed that a majority the last few months had been that way. When he had been younger they had been more organized… like tournaments almost. It had all been very ritualized. Shin liked this better. It was just him and his opponent, seeking each other out. They could fight on their own terms, and those that sought death were able to do so without dishonoring their coven. Many had sought Shin out for that, actually. He gave them their wish without making it torturous. There was no point in it. Maybe it was being merciful...maybe it was just being lazy.. But it was what it was. There were others that would not go down without a fight...and there had been many a time that Shin had barely managed to defeat them, returning home with his own body weak and battle scarred. Thankfully he healed quickly.

Though he had been fighting nearly his entire life, only within the last year or so had it become so very intense. There were only a few of them left now, and soon there would be only one. Shin wanted it. They all wanted it. It was not for personal glory, though. Each of them had been raised for the single purpose of serving their father… they fought for him and died for him, and the one who was left, the last remaining when all of the others had been removed...he would be the vessel that their father would use. It was ingrained in each of them, the sacrifice their ultimate goal. They were not people..they had never been treated as such. Raised to fight and die, given that one purpose to strive for. Shin could almost taste victory on his tongue. He was eager to offer himself…

Unlike some of his siblings...the one he sought that night would not go down easily. They had met and fought before. Shin had nearly died that time, and he knew his brother was incredibly vicious. This time it had been him that had chased him down… Apparently he had been laying low on the outskirts of Shiga, likely waiting for Shin to show himself. Being the last of Raiju’s sons in Kyoto, Shin pretty much had the entire city to himself. But like wolves, he had easily sensed the other sniffing around his territory. Maybe he had been trying to lure him out...maybe it was a trap. It didn’t matter to Shin...he had taken the bait if that was what it was. He had no plans to die that night… but he had the lust to kill.

Perhaps it was their father’s brand of encouragement...but as the night darkened a storm stirred itself up, lightning arcing across the sky. Maybe it was driven by the two powerful forces that were about to butt heads.. With each kill they grew stronger, and the force they gathered had become palpable enough that others had begun taking notice. Any sensitive within miles would likely grow uneasy as the two circled in on each other...their auras pushing against each other like the opposing forces of magnets. The entire neighborhood had grown anxious, though the little humans in their little houses couldn’t know what was about to take place near them.


As the sky split open and rain poured down it soaked Shin quickly. It didn’t bother him. It wouldn’t give either of them the advantage. The night was heavy with anticipation.. Thunder rumbling the ground beneath his feet as he entered the more industrial section of the city. He liked height, and with a few leaps he had taken up roost on one of the taller buildings. Rain dripped from the strands of hair hanging just above his eyes, but it wasn’t enough to make him wipe it away. Crouching at the corner of the roof, he scanned the darkened streets beneath, his dark, plain clothing helping him to blend into the darkness. He had made his presence known well enough to the other...just entering his territory would have made his brother’s hackles rise.

It was a sixth sense that alerted him to the other’s arrival, and as Shin cast his eyes across to another roof he saw the slim form approaching. When their eyes locked there was nothing but cold hatred to be found..and maybe some understanding...one of them would die that night. The temperature around Shin began to drop as he took on his true form, nails elongating to vicious claws, even as he tightened the grip on his swords. Teeth growing sharp, he bared them in an awful grin before launching at the other. Their fighting would be brutal...there would be obvious property damage, possible danger to any civilians that happened upon them. At times the fights took place over several city blocks as the half demons threw each other about like rag dolls in the jaws of some rabid mutt.

There was something like a shock wave when the two came together, weapons clashing. They were both strong...two of the last few remaining. It had brought the attention of other powerful beings...supernatural authorities finally catching wind of what had been brewing all these years. It was too late now, though...they couldn’t stop them. They were chasing shadows, really. At least, that was what the covens believed, the ones who had started this… by the time anyone understood what was even being done there would be a champion, and they would bring Raiju down to earth. No one could stop them…

Shin wanted to make quick work of the other.. But it seemed they were pretty evenly matched. They knew each other..had faced each other before, and it seemed like neither were able to quickly take the upper hand. A powerful hit sent Shin crumpling into a brick wall, weakening it enough that when he threw his opponent into it a few minutes later it began to tumble, beams collapsing as an entire corner of the building began to come down. For a few moments they lost each other in the chaos, but when he caught sight of him again Shin went after him, across the roofs of houses and into a more residential area. They were both injured..weakened and bloody but determined. This was a fight to the death..there would be no licking of wounds until one of them was no longer breathing.
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“I'm still in Nagoya.” Collin informed a somewhat alarmed sounding Mieko. She was normally the epitome of calm, but she had been chasing after the impression of a half demon she believed to be tied to the rogue coven for some time now. Every single time she seemed to get close, the other would vanish off of the radar. What she didn't realize, was that she had never been chasing the same one, that she had been trailing after the children of Raiju and that each time one impression would disappear on her it was because they had been murdered. Mieko was a strong empath, she was a talented clairvoyant, but nothing was ever perfect and she had not yet been able to distinguish the differences between the siblings. It was Raiju's blood that made it so difficult, it tied them all together, the overwhelming presence of a demon with God-like aspirations. He was strong, and when he took hold of his vessel, when his plans came to fruition and he finally had full access to the human realm, he would be nearly unstoppable.

“I'm at least thirty minutes out from Shiga.” He estimated. She didn't like that at all. “This is happening now Collin. Can't you make it any faster than that? Can't you use the portals?” Collin leveled an irritated look on his reflection in the mirror. It seemed like every single person who knew about the shadow realm and yet did not have access to it thought that he could just appear anywhere he pleased, whenever he pleased. That was not, at all, the case. The purplish tinted wastes of the other realm still had to be traversed the same as anywhere else, time might move differently, but that dimension was not at all exempt from it. “It's not teleportation sweetheart.” He drawled dryly. “You're wasting my time.” He hung up on her while she was mid sentence. There was no point in standing there talking about how quickly he could or couldn't get there when he could be on his way. He couldn't ride and chit chat on the fucking phone.

It would have been nice if he'd been able to talk to Toby for a while longer, he would have liked to at least hear the other finish telling him about the exhibit. They would probably end up going, he figured, their love for plants one of their many mutual interests. It would be a nice date. Maybe they could go out to that vegan Indian place that Toby was so fond of. It was always pretty obvious when he'd spent too much time away from home, Collin started to miss even the smallest of things. Sure, when he got a few days to himself here and there he binged on steak and relished his alone time, but it never took long for him to miss Toby. Especially when he laid down to sleep at night alone. The other was a comfort unlike any, and Collin did miss him.

It took him no time to grab his bag, slip his boots back on and get out of the door. He hadn't even taken his jacket off yet. Juno was left out to trail along and keep an eye out for wyrms, which was what he had dubbed some of the more threatening of the ground dwellers in the shadow realm. They'd almost nailed him a couple times since he'd first realized he had access to some other sort of dimension. That had been a tumultuous period of time in his life, everything so hectic and confusing. Who knows what would have happened had he not been stumbled upon by Tess. Collin had needed such guidance at that point, he hadn't the faintest idea who or what he was, all but ignorant to the powers he possessed that his mother had been both unable and unwilling to explain to him before her passing.

Now slipping into the other realm was an almost seamless transition for him, he barely even registered the strange vibrating sensation as he moved between that dimension and earthside. It was in an alley around the side of the inn that he cast his portal and slipped through to the other side, entering the hazy, violet tinged dreamscape of the shadow realm. It never changed, the clouds thick and heavy where they hung above the desert like wastes, the terrain nothing but rock and sand. The bright flash of lightning frequently lit up the billowy clouds, but Collin had never once witnessed any sort of shift in weather. If the parched looking ground was anything to go by, there hadn't been rain in quite some time, if ever. Everything was cracked and flaking, dryer than dry.

The term shadow realm was used loosely, most of his lingo for the strange space on the other side of the cast portals was completely made up by either he or Tess. There were few other witches that had access, so they sort of had the market on what everything was called. Not that there was often a need to discuss anything over here. It was just a handy space to use, taking advantage of the odd difference in time between the two planes. It was not someplace that could be accessed by just any, limited specifically to those witches born with an affinity called weaving. The rules were odd and had Tess not known how it all worked, Collin would have been at a loss. Objects were fine, transferred over into the other side normally. People were a different matter, skin-to-skin contact had to be maintained with a Weaver at all times, and if it was broken it could be dangerous when they were instantly rejected back over onto earthside. There was no controlling where exactly they ended up, not at all like the portals that somehow eased entry on both sides. It wasn't a space Collin feared anymore. Sure, there were large, monstrous creatures roaming about but all in all they weren't too terribly difficult to avoid. He traveled in this realm frequently, the time difference too advantageous to not use for his gain.

Juno's dark body lifted up into the air, using whatever slow currents there must have been to lead the way. She knew where they were going because he knew where they were going. Collin had his bag settled on his back, straddling his bike before kicking it to life and taking off. True to his word, he would arrive within thirty minutes at Shiga, which was, true to Mieko's word, twenty minutes too late. There was nothing that could be done about that though, Collin was only capable of moving so quickly. She had texted him coordinates, which he obviously did not get until he was rolling back out of a portal into earthside. He had glanced at them, popping in and out of a few more portals until he'd made it. Honestly, he'd hardly needed the location to be told to him, the heavy clashing of forces had left behind a palpable residue that hung heavy in his mind. Collin paused with his bike idling, Juno doing a fly over and pushing images at him from her eye. “Fuck.” He muttered, the damage that had been done was significant. When the raven pushed a view of two individuals fighting, Collin took off in that direction. The loud rumble of his motorcycle was nothing that could be hidden, but they honestly seemed fairly distracted. If what Juno had sent him was anything to go by, the fight looked to be virtually over. Fine by him, it was far easier to deal with one than two.
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When he had ended the call to Collin, Toby sighed and tucked the phone away. He was worried for his lover, but only as much as he ever was when Collin was working. He knew the larger witch was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.. But it was just something he couldn’t really help. He loved the grumpy grizzly of a man very much, and though he enjoyed having time to himself, he too missed his lover after only a few days of being apart. Their wide bed was far too big for him by himself at night. Hopefully this case would be over soon, and he would have the other back home and with him before long. They could have a nice date maybe...but most importantly they would spend time just reconnecting. He was getting restless.

Part of it was the moon...it was waxing toward full, and that was always something of a stressful time for him. It was worse when he didn’t have Collin there to take out some of his anxiety on. The other liked to tease him about the way he got near that time of the month, but Toby took it in stride. It wasn’t like Collin had ever complained about it to him, after all. It was, in his opinion, the best way to distract himself from that itch that grew under his skin due to the large pale moon when it rose fat and full over the city. He wasn’t sure at all that Collin would make it home for this one, but he could keep his fingers crossed. If he didn’t, Toby had other ways of dealing, but none he enjoyed as much as the distraction he had with Collin.

It was just the nature of the work, Toby knew that, had been in the field enough when he’d been working alongside Collin. Didn’t mean he had to like it, though. After having his meal and cleaning up his lunch mess, he headed back out and to his shop. Floral design wasn’t his favorite part about the business, but it was a good front for some of the more interesting work he did in the back… and it paid the bills. That was the thing about living with humans… he couldn’t just advertise the true purpose of some of the plants and flowers he kept. It was a delicate balance, keeping their world hidden...the reason it was so important to have Pandora and agents like Collin out there, protecting everyone and keeping the mundane world from exploding with the realization that magic was most certainly real...real and dark and most of the time really very dangerous and messy.



The sort of mess that was currently being made of the neighborhood in Shiga. The pounding rain and thunder hid some of what was happening from those in the houses around where the two half oni were clashing. Thankfully they had avoided the homes thus far, but a small daycare had gotten the brunt of the latest attack. Shin had smashed out the large front window when he’d been tossed through it, body crashing into the inner wall and taking out the display of finger paintings the children had tacked there that morning. Slipping a bit on the now wet and crumpled pages of construction paper, he barely noticed the spattering of blood he left as he swiped a wrist across his jaw. Unnaturally pale eyes scanned the street as he climbed back out of the destroyed front of the little building, shoes crunching on the broken glass scattered over the pavement.


When he saw his brother, suddenly illuminated by a flash of blueish lightning, Shin gathered himself and charged, racing across the wet street. The other was weak..he could feel the desperation of the attack when their swords met again. He drove the other back, down an alley. He was going to win this time...the only other option was death, and he had promised himself that it would not be his head removed from his shoulders that night. Summoning his strength, he gave the swords caught with his a shove, and when his sibling stumbled back a bit Shin dropped and spun, kicking out a booted foot that caught the other square in the solar plexus. It sent his opponent flying, crashing hard enough into the dumpster in the back of the alley to dent the heavy metal of it and even crack the bricks of the wall it slammed back into.

As Shin approached the crumpled, panting form, he felt a crawling sensation up the back of his neck. His brother was attempting to gather his strength and use an attack on him… he’d already done it once...some sort of invisible force, one that cracked like thunder and had left Shin dazed and vulnerable for a few minutes. But as the other struggled Shin realized he was simply too weak to gather the will enough to form it. With a slow breath and a cruel smirk, Shin gathered his own will, the pooled water at his feet hardening into ice as the temperature dropped around the half demon. Their quick breaths misted in the air as the temperature dropped and the rain in the alley slowed as it turned to thick, twirling flakes.

The one before him gave a small cough, and in the dim light the blood that came up looked purplish black. This was the end...They could both sense it. The acceptance seemed to wash over the one on the ground as he lowered his head and closed his eyes. Shin felt something like a second wind come over him, a feeling he had always associated with their father’s blessing. Taking in a deeper breath to calm his own pants, Shin lowered his swords and tilted his head back, looking up into the thick, flickering clouds. If he noticed the form of the large black bird against them he took no real interest in it. Instead he straightened his shoulders and moved to the fallen form still on the alley floor before him.

Lowering himself to one knee, Shin sheathed one sword across his back and then lowered the freed hand to his brother’s cold cheek. The other was in pain..his back was broken, but he was too weak to heal it. Shin would not make him suffer. He stroked his thumb beneath the other’s eye and lifted the face to look at him. They looked similar..might even have been taken for full brothers by someone on the street. Watching the rain and blood streaked face for a moment, Shin brought the blade of his second sword to the slender throat. With one swift, forceful motion he ended him, letting the weight of his head fall into his waiting grasp.

Shin had no need for the body… as was tradition, the head would be proof enough that he had slain the other. Sheathing his second sword, he tugged the cloth bag from his belt and slid the head into it, tugging the drawstring tight. It wasn’t until he turned to leave that he heard the noise of the approaching motorcycle. He could not be sure that it signaled trouble...but there was no point in just walking into it if it was. With a little sneer, Shin gripped the bag and took a few long strides before giving a powerful leap and grasping at a drain pipe. Bunching his body, he kicked off the wall and sent himself on a graceful arc up to the roof of the opposite building. From that vantage point he glanced back toward the sound of the bike before turning away and jogging off across the roofs. Too fast to be human, leaps too far and high as he used the way over top of the buildings to make his escape.
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As much as Collin may have teased Toby, he was all too happy to scratch that itch the other got around the full moon. He always did his best to return home quickly anyhow, but he'd be lying if he said that the cycle of the moon wasn't always sitting somewhere in the back of his mind. They both knew how Toby got. His job was very important though, the hours were demanding and the job itself was highly dangerous. It was something that may have been more difficult for anyone else to understand, but fortunately having been professional partners before they had begun to see one another on a personal level worked in their favor. They might miss one another dreadfully, but Toby knew just as well as any of those who had worked for Pandora how critical this all was. Humanity was more fragile than it knew, Pandora was the invisible working force to keep them safe.

As was the case now. They didn't know exactly what was going on, only that there was an uneasy stirring and Mieko had seen still frames, impressions, of things that could be. It was always tricky with their sort, time was not at all rigid, the future never set in place. She was particularly sensitive to the forces around them and the creatures tapped into it.

Collin was late, he knew, the damage was already done. Juno pushed rain blurred images of the fight to him even as he raced his way through the debris riddled streets. He popped in and out of portals to save time, but it really wasn't making much difference, the distance between he and the duo too far for him to do much about. Not to mention... he was pissing his familiar off. Maybe if she stayed on earthside instead of being transported back and forth it would be different, but instead he was making her job difficult. She hit him with a flood of rapid fire images, as if to express her frustration. For a creature that could not actually speak, she was easy enough to read. He got the memo. It wasn't as distracting as it could have been, maybe, but he asked her to stop. Not so much in a literal sense, or even a formed thought, as a push similar to her own. She obeyed.

It was as he was nearly upon them that he received an image of one of the two using a sword to behead the other. Collin was too late to stop that though he didn't slow down until he was at the scene, he arrived just in time to see a form leaping across the top of the alley. The speed and distance wasn't so much a deterrent, or wouldn't have been had the other been on the ground. There wasn't much he could do about that, sadly the portals did not defy gravity, though it would have been advantageous if they had. It didn't matter much anyhow because Juno lost the shadowy form when it quickly vanished behind a taller building that cut off her line of sight. She didn't see it again after that.

Letting the bike idle, Collin turned a bit and walked it back towards the body before kicking the stand down and killing the engine. A frown curled over his lips as he first eyed the body, toeing at it with one booted foot before raking a hand back through the short crop of his waterlogged hair. It was then that he noticed a patch of ice on the dirty brick of the alley floor. Crouching, he slid fingers across it, confirming what it was. Heavy brows furrowed and he finally moved to stand beneath part of a roof's overhang, pulling his phone out and dialing Mieko. She was already on her way, she informed him, she had sensed that it was over.

Within a few moments she was there, Collin had walked out onto the main street to await her. His hand was outstretched to the sky, Juno descending to land upon one leather clad arm. The weight of her was enough to see the appendage dip, but she crawled her way up to his shoulder, shaking off the droplets of rain that had gathered on her slick feathers. “We need to get cleaners in here.” Collin informed her. Technically this was her case, but Collin never paid much mind to anyone who pretended to be in charge. Mieko was too skittish to grab him by the leash and yank him along. He needed a strong hand. She pursed her lips and slid her hands into her trench coat. The rain was slowing to something more gentle, which was nice. “There's a body. It took the head.” Collin nodded towards the alley before turning to lead the way over to the bloody mess that had been left behind. He didn't bother to point out the ice, if she didn't notice it then she wasn't sharp enough to be leading this case. There were plenty of times that he was less than helpful, quick to make a mess but he almost never stayed to help clean it up. “They'll need to be careful when they bag it.” Mostly because they hadn't confirmed what the thing was yet. “The other took off, I lost it.” He added. It happened.

“I might be able to use it.” Mieko piped up. She meant the body. “Might?” He questioned. She was well aware that Collin was difficult, she had been warned of as much. Bitterly, she could only think that if he hadn't been a Weaver that he never would have managed to get away with his horrid attitude. He cast a cool glance to her. She felt defensive under his hard eyes, lifting her chin, nostrils flaring. “I need some time.” Collin scoffed, shaking his head before zipping open a jacket pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He shook one out of the pack and took it between his lips before lighting the end of it. Mieko was getting tired of his shit, she made the mistake of taking a step closer. A step too close. Juno jerked quickly in her direction, her black beak snapping at the other. She only managed to get some hair thankfully, and it pulled free as Mieko flinched away in surprise. The chestnut strands fluttered away as Juno made a cackling sort of sound that sounded a lot like a laugh. Collin didn't even try to hide the smirk that twitched over his scarred lips, even as Mieko's dark eyes turned to him, a mixture of shock and disbelief painted over her features. “You're an asshole Collin.” She said. He cocked his head back and blew out a plume of smoke. “Okay.” It was all he had in response for her.

He turned on his heel and left after that. If he was such an asshole then he saw no reason to stick around. The cleaners would be there soon, and once they got the situation contained and covered up, he'd be able to take a look at the body with Mieko. Until then, he was going to try and get some sleep.
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It had been a close call.. Shin knew well enough that their fighting was more and more likely to draw the attention of unwanted forces. He had been taught that there would be those that didn't understand...that would try to stop them. His coven had taught him to keep and low profile, had shielded him from the world and from those others. He had not been raised like just any child, but as a warrior. He was not some mere human..not even a witch, though his mother had been. He was half demon, along with his siblings, born as a vessel for their father to eventually inhabit, a physical form for him to take, grounding him in this realm. But he would only accept the best… with each kill they grew stronger, and when only one remained they would make the ultimate sacrifice.

The time was growing close... they could no longer keep things hidden as they had these past years. But it didn't really matter. Who would be able to stop them now? It was proof enough by the fact that none had even come close to managing to interrupt their fights. That in itself, they believed, was proof that they were in the right. The were fanatical, verging on extreme...the covens stopping at nothing to push forward their agenda. Shin was swept up in it, smack dab in the center, the storm swirling tighter and tighter around he and those few remaining. Soon only one would remain, and when he stood alone he would give himself over to the final ritual.

He was wounded himself after the fight, making his way back to his own coven house. It would take a little time for him to recover, the fight had been fierce. They did not heal like humans, thankfully, but much faster. It was a dangerous time, though, being weakened by such an intense battle. It was at these times that others of his kind liked to attack, taking advantage of damage given by previous opponents to give themselves the upper hand. Shin knew he needed to lay low and recover, especially when there were so few of them left. They were, each of them, getting bold and also a bit desperate, vying for the honor of being the vessel for their father.

It was not until he returned to the coven house that Shin found out he had not been the only one busy these last few weeks. Just days before one of his other brothers had fallen victim to another… the victor of that fight was the oldest of them, the one rumored among the covens to be the likeliest to succeed. It was not good news… he had already issued a challenge to whichever of them had survived this latest battle. He had been making a broad sweep, picking off siblings left and right in a final bid for dominance. It would appear that sooner rather than later Shin would be called to fight yet again. All he could do was heal as best as he was able until he could no longer remain dormant behind his covens walls.


Soon, Itaru knew that he would succeed.. As the eldest of Raiju’s children he had a certain expectation placed upon him. In the beginning it had been easy. His first kill had been at the tender age of seven, so many of them had been born weak...defective. Those had, of course, been the ones picked off early. He, himself, knew that physically he was perfect, undetectable from the humans around them. He had not been born with any unfortunate malformities, his mind was sound, and he had excelled at every form of fighting he had been taught. He would become the vessel for their father, he was already certain…. He needed only to dispose of the stragglers.


As the years had progressed the battles had finally become more of a challenge, but Itaru was ready for them to be finished. It was the reason he had been actively on the hunt, slaughtering his way through the last of them. It was time… he felt the blessing of his father. There were only the last two, though… There was no need to step into their fight, though… why expend himself unnecessarily when one of them would surely deal with the other? It would leave only one in his path. It only took a few days to learn that he had been right, and when he learned that their fight had ended he prepared for the final battle.

Maybe he was a show off… but hadn't he earned the right? He was filled to brimming with his pride, and no one faulted his arrogance. It was what led him to issue the challenge, all but announcing his presence in Kyoto with a ripple of magic through the ancient city. It set every dog to baying, every feline to yowling. Any creature sensitive to magic on any level would feel the ripple of it, extending even to some rare humans. It was like the feeling before a severe storm, a pregnant weight hovering low over the city.

Shin felt it… loud and clear. He had had less than two days to heal as much as he could, but there was no way for him to ignore that challenge. He had ...hours, maybe, to ready himself. Unlike his older brother, Shin offered no boastful answer, and Itaru took the silence for weakness. Come sunset he would be waiting for the younger one at Fushimi Inari-taisha, lingering before the Tori Path. Itaru did nothing that was not grand, his battles some of the bloodiest and often involving innocent bystanders.
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Maybe he was an asshole, but he wasn't so much of an asshole as to not call his boyfriend back once he was settled in a cheap, hotel room. It was only courtesy to let Toby know he was still in one piece. Collin had fallen asleep on the phone, twice, before his boyfriend finally demanded he go to bed. The other knew how ragged Collin could run himself, that he used every last drop of energy and effort when he was on a case. Maybe there were times when he was counterproductive, his stubbornness rivaled only by his drive, but all in all he poured every bit of himself into his work. Despite what Mieko may have thought, being a Weaver was not the only reason Pandora dealt with his shit attitude. Behind that bristly visage was someone who was wholly dedicated and utterly unafraid to do what it took to get shit done. He was someone who did not hesitate to sacrifice when necessary.



Shin wasn't the only one who felt the issued challenge, a tangible sort of shock wave that rippled through the air. Collin had been pulled to Kyoto by Mieko, who was still less than thrilled with his unapologetic attitude. The second that he was within range, he felt it. It felt electric and foreboding, and it had the fine hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Something bad was here, he knew, something that would only end with destruction. All Collin could hope for was that he could contain it relatively quickly. It was somewhat frustrating, to be snapping his jaws at something and missing every single time. Pandora was not easily thwarted, he was not easily thwarted. There was a fresh sense of urgency, now that he felt that looming sense of... something. They may not fully understand what was happening, but Collin knew that he had to stop it now because he could sense that soon it would be too late.

Collin was not who Itaru was expecting to show up first in response to his call, but the blond was who he got. His arrival was announced with the throaty rumble of his bike, not exactly the most subtle, but then again Itaru was not really hiding his presence either. The last rays of the sun were bleeding from the sky, an array of crimsons and ruddy oranges. The selected location was not ideal, not for him, there were still tourists meandering along the multitude of gates, but aside from attempting to contain the situation as quickly as possible, there was little he could do. Juno was high above, the skies calm for the moment, allowing her to circle lazily and offer a fresh vantage point.

He stood before the other figure, mirroring his stance, the two of them looking a whole hell of a lot like an old western showdown. “Let's have a chat!” Collin called out his offer, cocking his head to one side. It was never that easy. There was something in the witch's hand, and Itaru recognized that, even if it was largely obscured. A slow smirk crawled over the half demon's face, he didn't have to speak English to get the idea of what was being said. There would be no discussion, he would shred through this human like paper beneath his claws, and then he would dispose of his sibling whenever the craven fool decided to show face. Itaru would not give a clean death should he have to hunt down the other demon mutt, there was no respect to be had for such cowardice. Itaru let his true form bubble to the surface, nails elongating, teeth sharp as his smirk stretched into a grin. “Oh, you're cute.” Collin muttered to himself. The change in the half demon was enough to alarm some of the bystanders, sending them scattering quickly. Itaru drew out his weapon and wasted little time in attacking, eager to end this and move on to his true foe.

It was a baton that Collin had, a narrow rod that extended with the flick of one wrist, the subtle vibration of generated electricity running down through the rubber grip where his fingers wrapped. Itaru vastly underestimated him, and after their first few clashes the half demon was pulling back to re-evaluate. Collin used the portals to move, able to cast them with little to no effort in split seconds, using the time difference to his advantage. He had already struck the creature several times now, managing to narrowly duck most of the physical and magical strikes aimed at him, though it was nearly impossible to evade everything. The blade the other wielded had left its kiss on his skin several times, a cut on his cheek bleeding freely, enough to drip down and trail over his jaw to stain his shirt. Dark crimson splotches bloomed as the fabric soaked it up, the red a stark contrast to the white.

Itaru jumped up to take up a perch on top of one of the numerous gates, the both of them were panting for their exertion. They eyed one another, calculating and adjusting for what they had learned of each other thus far. The witch was more than he'd looked, fast and able to evade his magical attacks but Itaru had fought and won many battles against his equally as powerful siblings. This human would not defeat him. He wasn't even thinking about the one he'd called a challenge to, distracted instead by his current opponent. It was sloppy... and it would be the ruin of him. “Come on down from there darlin', it's no fun like this.” Collin called to him. Taunting a half demon was never really a good plan, but then, he was a cocky shit.
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Toby had been half expecting the call when it came in from Collin a few hours later. He left Polly to man the shop as he took his phone back to his workshop. It wasn't wasn't a place customers went, filled with things no one really needed to see. The were worn wooden cabinets and shelves filled with his various tools, a few small cauldrons, mortar and pestles of various materials and sizes, some of the herbs they grew in house harvested and hung to dry. Toby liked using fresh when he could, though it was necessary at times to use dried when things were out of season...in those cases he preferred using what he'd gathered himself. Shutting himself inside, he listened as Collin murmured sleepily. He sounded so adorable, Toby ached to reach out and run his fingers through the mess of his short cropped hair, pull him into his chest, and let him drift off in his arms.

When Collin fell asleep the second time Toby shooed him off the phone and told him in no uncertain terms to get some sleep. He murmured his love and let the connection end, smiling down at his phone for a moment before stepping back out of the room to join his apprentice in the main design space. They had a huge order that they were behind on because of a late shipment, and he'd already had a few harried calls from his customer. Times like this made Toby seriously rethink the flower part of the business…


Shin was not a coward… just because he had not arrived immediately to greet his brother's challenge did not make him one. Just as Itaru had his arrogance and pride, Shin had a touch of it as well. It wasn't so much as that he wanted to be fashionably late, or even just that he wanted to piss the other off… It was more that Shin recognized that the other was in better shape for their fight, not straight from another fight, battered and bruised and still healing. Maybe some would have rushed right in to meet the other, roaring and flashing swords, but Shin made Itaru wait, shielding himself from the other in order to get his bearing and prepare himself for their battle.

Before he even had the chance, though, to plan his attack, Shin was distracted by the low rumble of the approaching engine. It was a sound he recalled from before, the large form on the bike the same one he had so briefly turned and caught sight of from the roof. Whoever this stranger was, he was not one of their siblings. Whatever business he had showing up did not fit into their plan. Unlike Itaru, Shin knew to be cautious, and as the two faced off, the young half demon shrank back into the shadows to wait and watch, wary. Why join the fight when the blond was unwittingly doing his work for him? Maybe Shin should have been ashamed, dishonored for it, but he wasn't stupid.

Dark eyes locked onto the two, eagerly following each hit, each clash when the two came together. Whoever the blond was, he was not some mere human…. The way that he popped out and reappeared...Shin couldn't rightly understand it, but it was doing the trick, making him too fast for Itaru to get a lock on… But as fascinating as it was, Shin knew that eventually he would have to cut in. It needed to be him that ended Itaru. Maybe the other could defeat him, but it would serve Shin little purpose if he hadn't served the final blow. Perhaps, in the end, it wouldn't matter so much how Itaru died, but Shin wanted to be the one to end it.

When the broke apart, panting and bloody, the younger half demon took his chance. Shifting to his demonic form, like his brother, he made his move, silently leaping across the high tops of the red tori gates. In the end, Itaru’s death was swift and not very glamorous at all. In one quick movement, before the other could even react to the younger one landing behind him, Shin’s sword slid through him. Itaru, stunned, blinked down at the glint of metal protruding from his chest stupidly before giving a short hiccup of a breath. Shin pressed close, hooking his chin over the other's shoulder as the older one shuddered. Cheek to cheek with Itaru, Shin looked down to where the blond man stood, eyes a phosphorus green.

He did not know who he was, but he knew he was dangerous. Itaru choked and blood bubbled out from between his lips, but Shin could feel that the older one was beginning to shift, trying to pull forward and slide himself off the skewer of the sword through his chest. Taking up his other blade, Shin wrapped his arm around, pressing the razor edge to Itaru’s throat. For a moment Shin closed his eyes, letting out a sigh before slicing the other's head clean from his shoulders. It was over… but there was no time to celebrate. Shin had little doubt that the man would come after him, too. He let Itaru’s body fall, his sword still lodged in its chest, then rose to his feet from the half crouch he'd been in. Staring down at the blond, Shin raised his chin and narrowed his eyes, turning to launch himself away across the gates and into the darkness, the head clutched to him.


He could barely believe it, but it was done… he was the last..the only remaining of Raiju's children… There was no celebration. When he brought Itaru’s head to the mother of his coven she merely stared at it, then turned her eyes to him, black and greedy. They would be rewarded, when Raiju came, when he took Shin as his vessel. There was little time to waste. The mother was eager, having waited years for this moment. Now it was time…. The night was suddenly filled with the bustling of preparation, the witches gathering what they would need for the coming ritual.

By the next evening it was all ready, the large room at the center of the coven house cleared, the screens pushed back to let in cool air from the courtyard. The wind had steadily been picking up for hours as a massive storm system blew in, lighting low on the horizon. Shin was prepared, bathing and dressing in the simple white robe. He felt a sort of wonder...something verging on a religious fervor as he stepped into the circle of witches. Already the spell had been carefully inscribed into the palms of his hands and soles of his feet, throwing open the gateway for Raiju ...all that was needed was blood. Shin’s own blood, freely offered. The half demon knelt carefully on the mat before the others, accepting the ritual blade that was offered to him with with a deep bow. Turning the blade on himself, Shin ran the edge deep along one arm before taking it in the other hand and slicing open the other. As the blood well up thickly he closed his eyes, willing himself to his father.
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Collin, for all the experience he had, and all that he had seen, was not expecting what came next. He barely even heard the denizens around them, most having scrambled away though there were still a few that apparently thought it a good idea to hover on the perimeter, their phones out and recording. There wasn't much he could do about that, the cleaners would have to do a thorough scrub but it wasn't anything they hadn't faced before. The public could not know that monsters walked amongst them. Still, he was not overly concerned. There was nothing for him to be distracted by, he was completely focused, and yet somehow he had been caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance of another.

It was like he was lagging, his mind slow to process what was happening. Collin wasn't typically like this and it left him in a strange limbo of sorts as he tried to play catchup with the situation. For a few dragging beats he was caught by the strange green eyes that were fixed on him, mind a whirlwind as he tried to understand the sudden arrival of the third party to the fight. Maybe it should have been expected, and when he reflected on this later he would realize that he had made one dumb mistake to not be expecting another after the body they'd found in the alley. He would count himself lucky that things hadn't made a turn for the worse as apparently ganging up on Pandora agents was not on the agenda at the moment.

Holy--” He breathed the word even as the second sword was drawn across his foe's neck. Mostly it was the arching spray of blood that came spewing out that had him lingering in that state of surprise. Fat little drops of red rained down about him, and Collin belatedly tried to raise an arm to shield his face. It didn't help much. Blood coated him, running heavy in rivulets over his face, his hair... his jacket. The body came shortly after, landing with a thick, wet sound. Collin had to leap backwards, not wanting to get hit directly, but that didn't really do anything for preventing a fresh spray of blood once it impacted the ground. He stood there for a silent second, arm lowering and his eyes flicking back up to the one that now stood up on the top of the gate, lip curling up in a silent growl of sorts. “Seriously?” His jacket was covered in blood. His fucking jacket. That did not please Collin in the slightest. “That was rude as hell,” He bellowed up at the other even as he turned away. “You could have pushed him slightly to the side or someth-- Hey! Hey! Come back here asshole, I'm fucking talking to you!” He was irrationally angry over the jacket, Toby would probably be in stitches if he was here. He'd found it at a thrift store for six dollars and seventy-five cents about ten years ago. It wasn't ruined, he just didn't want to have to clean it.

Apparently they were not to fight though, because the creature, whatever he was, went leaping off and Juno once again lost him. “Demon mutt.” He muttered, not entirely certain but that's what it looked like to him. They sort of varied in appearance, some were obvious and some looked almost human even when changed. Collin was shaking his head, muttering a slew of curses as he tried to wipe at his jacket. “Ah, a vision in red.” He turned to see Mieko, and Collin rolled his eyes at her. “Are we taking lessons from Ava now?” He paused before glancing back to her again. “Do you have a thing for lurking in the shadows or something?” It was then that he noticed her scarf. “Gimme that ascot thing or whatever it is.” Mieko looked put out. “It's a scarf... and no.” Collin waved at her impatiently, holding his hand out for it. “C'mon, give it to me. I need it.” She hesitated, but only because her interaction with witches was limited and she figured that maybe he needed it for some kind of magic... something or another. Slowly she slid it off and offered it over to him, only to be horrified seconds later when he began to use it to mop down his jacket. “Collin!” She all but shrieked at him. “It's an Armani!” He shrugged and told her to buy a new one, that his jacket was sentimental. Mieko decided that she kind of hated him.




It didn't take long after that to figure out which coven was stirring up all the trouble. The half demon had left behind the piece of the puzzle that they had needed to connect it all together. It ended up that the coven was borderline cult, that they had been laying low for some years but according to Pandora's notes, largely worshiped an oni known as Raiju. That was bad news... whatever the coven was doing with the half demons, it couldn't be any good. It was the following evening that Collin found his way to the coven house, inviting himself right on in via portal. If there was a mix up then it would be relatively easy to apologize for the transgression. If not, well, then maybe he would prevent something awful from happening.

It was obvious from the second that Collin entered the room through his portal that this had not been a mistake. The circle of witches was not, in itself, telling... but the one sitting on the floor in the middle of them coated in blood was. How could he forget that face when he was still oh-so salty about his jacket? He'd spent at least two hours scrubbing the damn thing with a toothbrush, everything dry and tacky by the time he'd gotten back to the hotel.

There was no time for hesitation, no time for a warning. This was a definite act now and ask questions later sort of deal, and with that in mind he surged forward. Of course his presence was immediately noted, and the witches starting to throw themselves between Collin and what he now understood was some kind of sacrifice. He used the portals to dart around them, knowing that they were just distractions from the real issue. All Collin knew was that he had to remove the one in white from where he was, had to stop him from drawing any more blood. One of the witches managed to rake long nails over his chest before he portaled away, biting through the fabric of his shirt and leaving bloody trails behind. He made it to the one in white, moving to try and tackle the other, attempting to wrangle away the ritual blade. Maybe... he should have waited to scrub down his jacket. There wasn't much time, the witches around him not at all disposed of, so he did his best, kept moving. His attention was spread thin, hands on the one with the blade while he kicked at his attackers. Collin didn't notice when the blade slipped in his palm, giving one last attempt to pull it free before plucking up a discarded sword from one of the witches and turning his focus to them. It was too dangerous to not. They weren't using magic, which was sort of surprising, but he figured it was maybe to avoid fucking up the ceremony.
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It was what Shin had been born for...the fate he'd been promised to before he'd even been conceived. All of them, his brothers and sisters, had been created with this as their sole purpose, that one of them, the strongest, most clever of them would one day have the honor of being the bridge that their father would cross into the mortal realm. Their willing sacrifice the ultimate service to their coven and their sire. Shin would lose himself, everything that made him him burned away as Raiju took over his physical form. There was no other way… the demon too powerful for any of the others to survive the takeover. He understood this… that this was his death… but it was a worthy cause.

It was not as though Shin had been given much of a life to cling to. His mother had been selected and had given her life to bring Shin and his twin sister into the world. The feat of carrying them had used her up, and shortly after giving birth she had expired. Instead of finding a loving family in the coven the two half demons had been raised with little in the way of care or compassion. They had clung together at first, half human and needy, but by the time they were five they'd learned their true fate and slowly a rift had formed as they eyed each other warily. There had been no room for remorse when Shin had murdered her… she'd been the one to come after him, but by the end of it it had been her body bleeding out on the cold, snow covered ground. They had just turned nine that month.


Shin had been actively discouraged in seeking out anything worldly. He did not understand that he was being raised in what amounted to a cult. His education was very basic...reading and writing ..math, but virtually nothing of science or social studies or history. He had been kept mostly secluded.. no tv, no radio .. just training for the inevitable, when his siblings would eventually crawl out of the woodwork to begin the arduous task of murdering each other until only one remained. But despite all of that...Shin had felt some curiosity for the world moving around him.

When he had to seek out his opponents outside the coven territory he had not stopped himself from taking in the surroundings. Humans interested him..with their loud voices, their unstoppable movement ...everywhere there was something happening...phones ringing, music blaring, bright lights and too many screens with ads attempting to entice...the smells and the food and just...everything. Shin was half human...there was that part of him that longed to connect...to explore what it was all about. But that was not possible. He could no more escape his destiny than any one of his ill fated siblings. It was just that his end would be slightly more meaningful, in the grand scheme of things...it would be his body that Raiju would use as his vessel.

The cut of the blade into his arms was only briefly painful, leaving behind an ache that Shin felt to his bones. The markings scrawled into his flesh surged with first a tingle, but soon burned with a heat that made him feel lightheaded as the spell wove it's power into the very core of him. His blood powered it, spilling out and emptying him, feeding into the binding that would draw his father through the veil and into the mortal realm. Shins demonic nature was the key, but it was the ritual and the spell that would lock Raiju into the waiting body. Shins part was minimal now...he needed only to endure the pain...and when the ritual reached its zenith he would be burned free, leaving the way open.

It didn't take long for blood to soak the mat beneath him, and with the loss of it came a numbing of the ache of the spell. Shin was lightheaded, he felt so tired… slow and drowsy as his shoulders began to sag. He had to be weak for the spell to work. Lifting his gaze to those surrounding him, he did not even understand at first when things started going to hell. There was...shouting, movement.. something was very...very wrong. There was a haze...Shin could feel his father's presence..it tugged at him impatiently, but he couldn't really comprehend what was going on until suddenly there was someone on him...grabbing at him, hands slipping in his own warm blood and shouting echoing in his ears.

Shin could barely manage to hold himself upright, eyes glazed and widening as he tried to focus on the one grasping at him. His lips parted but only a low sound of protest escaped. Blood loss made him weak and slow, like some drunkard, but he understood enough to know this was wrong. His grip on the ritual blade tightened, shifting it where the other had grasped it to keep him from cutting himself any more. Shin was jostled and rattled by the blond's movements, he was too caught up in the spell to do anything but give in, tumbling into it as his own flow of blood slowed and his heart gave a flutter.

What they couldn't have counted on was the blood flowing from the witch’s wound into the gash on Shin’s own arm, mingling and warping the direction of what was happening. The half demon was flayed open, vulnerable, and the second the spell caught onto the other's life force it latched to it, clinging and tugging and twisting, snagging at Collin's very essence and tangling it with Shin’s. There was no tugging it free...there was no undoing what had just happened. That little mistake...that single moment. ..it undid years worth of dedication. The door was slammed shut, throwing the nearly manifested demon back through, blocking him permanently from the vessel that had so nearly been his. The sky cracked open, Raiju’s rage splitting the dark sky with shards of lightning, the air singed and the thunder shaking the earth.

It was too much for Shin...his weakened form falling limp as the spell wracked his slim body. He would recover, but for the moment he looked all but dead, bled out and limp. The witches of the coven, realizing that something had gone terribly wrong, shrieked their anger, redoubling their attacks. They did not understand the extent of how bad it was, though, did not know that Shin was no longer able to act as he'd been meant to. The spell had worked...maybe not perfectly, not in the way it had been designed...but they had not factored in this disturbance...they had not calculated the blood that had snatched at Shin, using the spell to bind the half demon to the blond irreparably.
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This exact point in time was one that Collin would come to think quite a bit over in the future. What he could have done differently, what he could have done better. How sloppy had it been to try and grab the ritual blade? He could have simply taken the sacrifice into the shadow realm and dealt with him there. It was a mistake that he would come to regret dearly, the slightest shift in his actions could have resulted in an entirely different outcome... one that wouldn't completely wreck his entire life. Collin was a Weaver, he was an agent, but he was also human and prone to making mistakes. Experienced or not, he still was stumbling along in this war against the darker forces at work, every single case was a new and unique situation to him. While he would not outwardly take blame or accusation for sloppiness, what he thought inwardly was an entirely different story.

Had the sisters of the coven realized exactly what had happened, that the spell and summoning had been completely ruined, their reaction would have been much different. For now, they used only physical attacks, not wanting to somehow impede Raiju's arrival by altering the spell. The oni's rage was unable to be missed though, and there was no question that something had gone wrong. No one wanted to face the fact that multiple decades of work had just been undone in one fell swoop, they didn't yet see that as a possibility. So they set their sights on the invading presence, eager to make quick work of him and get back to the summoning ritual. Perhaps it could still be completed that evening, or perhaps they would have to wait a few days more, so long as they could get rid of the Pandora agent they would be in the clear. Or so they believed.

Juno had refused to be called back in, her defiance rare but always centered around these risky battles. Collin hadn't wanted her to push too much at him, unable to afford the distraction at that moment. She understood things that he did not though, they may have shared a consciousness in ways but she could not tell him in plain words exactly what she was to him. The familiar had full access to his mind, but Collin did not have full access to hers. Despite his concerns, Juno did not push at him, instead settling quietly up on the rafters to watch. Only when she thought that he might not see an attack would she send him a still frame, giving him warning enough to be able to fend it off. Even when she was drug back and forth as Collin switched from the other realm to earthside, Juno did not grow irritated as before, more intelligent than one might think and fully aware that this was her choice. A necessary one at that.

Collin had no time to focus on her stubbornness, paying mind only to the sisters that now attacked him with swords. The handy baton was still in his pocket, but he hadn't had the chance yet to dig it out, having had to move too quickly to snatch up the nearby sword. The timing was on par, having brought up the blade to block the one that came crashing forcefully down a scant few inches from his face. Fending off the one attacker, Collin popped up to fell her before moving on to the next. He wasn't exactly versed in the art of sword fighting, his movements more prone to rough, chopping motions than the graceful arcs the others were capable of. The weapon was enough to provide him with a shield though, giving him the chance to block so that he could use his legs and elbows. He knew that he was a wall of a man, he was tall and broad and his hits were powerful. It was enough to knock down his opponents and offer time enough for him to run them through.

It seemed to last for ages, but in reality it had only been a few moments, and soon enough the room was eerily silent save for the soft patter of blood dripping from the end of his sword and his panting draw of breaths. Collin let his gaze skim about him, searching for further movement. When he found none, he let the sword clatter to the floor, moving over to where the sacrifice lay crumpled in a drying pool of his own blood. A booted foot moved to nudge at the body, but it was apparent to him that the demon mutt had passed, confirmed when he knelt to feel for a pulse that was too sluggish for him to actually find. Just as well, it would have been a pain in his ass and several more days of work to lug the thing back to Britain to be processed. Juno came fluttering down after a moment, a throaty noise escaping her as she landed atop the half oni. Collin pinched his brows and eyed her. He needed to check in with Ava and Mieko, get the cleaners here... and god damn it if his jacket wasn't covered in a fine sheen of blood. Again. “No Juno,” He said aloud as the large black bird took a bloodied section of white robe into her beak and gave it a good tug. “We don't eat trash. Come away.”

But that wasn't what she was doing.

Collin called her silently, wondering at the fresh round of stubbornness as she just sat there for a lingering moment, cocking her head to eyeball her perch. Unlike before, though, she didn't refuse him entirely and took flight after a moment to instead occupy his shoulder. Collin shifted back through a portal, wanting to get his kit from the bike before calling this in to Ava. He was wrapping his hand as he came back to earthside, a cigarette between his lips and the phone pinched between his shoulder and ear. “It's done.” The words felt like such a relief to say, knowing that it meant he would be able to return home. There would be paperwork and a report, but that could all be done from the comfort of he and Toby's flat, far far away from demons and power hungry covens. A call to Mieko would be next, asking after the cleaners, and then to Toby to tell him to expect him within the next two days or so. It was all over and done with... except that it really wasn't at all.
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After passing out, Shin had not been privy to the rest of the fighting going on above his prone body, the devastation of his entire coven. Even as he laid there, though, all but dead, the spell worked it’s way deeper, infecting every cell of him. Meant for a deity, it altered itself to Collin instead due to the blood that he had shed. What would have burned Shin out entirely now merely ...shifted him. He was himself… but somehow secondary to the Weaver, his will folded beneath the other’s, bound to him. It was nothing he would be able to escape, forever drawn to the other but also susceptible to the other’s command.

The spell had been bastardized to begin with, taken from several older spells and tailored by the coven to fit their purpose, snipped apart and stitched back together, some steps discarded entirely while other steps had been shoved in to fill… With the unaccounted for addition of the other’s blood into the mix the shifts the spell had taken would likely take years for Pandora’s best technicians to trace and quantify. There would be no way to simply undo what had been done that night, no matter how much Shin or Collin railed against the bond that now tied them together. It would be a prime example of why Pandora was needed in the world .. magic used in that way was not only dangerously unstable, but also highly unpredictable. Collin being a Weaver, they were damn lucky that a tear hadn’t happened between their realm and the shadows.

Even as Shin laid there, mistaken for dead by the blond witch, the effects of the spell were burying themselves into him. The markings on his palms and the soles of his feet cooled, leaving behind what might have been taken for tattoos, but which were really much more sinister than that. They were now a part of him, fused into the pigment of his flesh, a residue of the spell that now marked him as bound.

Shin was not aware of the nudge Collin gave him.. didn’t even twitch as the weight of the big black bird settled onto him. But as the other dismissed him as little more than dead trash, the half oni’s body was struggling to repair the damage done to it. When the bloodied halfling gasped in a breath there was no one there to witness it. The eerie greenish eyes blinked open, Shin’s demonic nature flaring up to help heal what it could as quickly as it could. It wasn’t some miraculous resurrection, though… Shin was barely able to shift himself, dragging heavy, almost numb limbs up from the bloodsoaked floor like some undead creature from a zombie flick. He was able to gain his feet, but it was a damn near thing.

It was mostly some sort of instinct that drove him up and forward. Later, when he thought back to those moments after the botched ritual, all Shin would recall would be impressions...blurry drunken images, all tilted and distorted, of the bodies scattered about him. They were women he had known since birth, but they had never really meant that much to him...their deaths would barely impact him emotionally. That was the way they had raised him...and there was simply nothing there in him that could bring him to mourn their loss.

There was the most horrible sensation blanketing his senses. Shin felt it in every movement, even over the unstable weakness of his barely upright body. He stumbled forward and fell to his knees, hands scrabbling for a pair of swords that had fallen in the midst of the fight, having to tug one from the body of a woman that had fallen near him. The weapons were pretty much useless in his current state, but Shin felt better to at least have them clutched in his hands. He felt an urgency to escape after that, and even as Collin was heading away from the bloody mess he’d created, Shin was lurching out the back of the large coven house. The cleaners that came would be more than slightly horrified at the obvious massacre, but the lack of a single particular body would not be noted. But, if he’d wanted to make sure it was all done right, Collin should have stayed behind to oversee.


Once he had left the coven house Shin had found his way to a mostly abandoned shrine, breaking his way into the old, deteriorating shelter. He was healing, but it felt like his flesh was crawling with an ever increasing sense of panic and anxiety. It was horrible, even his insides felt it before long. Shin grew feverish, mad with the sensation of being tugged at, drawn to something he could not understand. The markings had begun to ache, quickly developing into a near crippling pain.

The spell was taking it’s toll, the distance between him and the one he was now bound to driving Shin to the brink. Soon he would break, already little better than some rabid beast, writhing with confusion and agony where he had hidden himself. He was still wearing the bloodstained and now filthy white robe, his own pale skin streaked with flaking blood and dirt from the unswept floor he’d been trying to sleep on. He was holed up like a wounded wild dog, but unable to lick his wounds because they were peeling him open on the inside, the slices on his arms long since healed. There had always been a rumor that that particular shine was haunted, and Shin’s whimpers and whines would only lend credence the that belief in the people who happened by and heard him.

It was only a matter of time before Shin lost it… The drive to go to the one he was bound to was a call he could not disobey. He was a mess, hair matted and eyes glazed and mad, and whatever it was he tapped into, whatever magic there was now between them...taut and vibrating, was enough to snatch him to the witch’s side like releasing a tightly stretched rubber band. One moment Shin was pushing himself up from the ground and the next he was stumbling across the polished wood floor of a loft apartment thousands of miles away.



Toby had been overjoyed to have Collin home again. They’d celebrated with dinner in and the next day barely bothering to climb out of their large bed. Somehow the other had made it home before things had gotten too bad, and the smaller one was taking full advantage of having his boyfriend back. Life went on, though, unfortunately, and the following morning Toby had to get back to work, and Collin would need to be going in to meet with Ava concerning what he’d found in Japan. But just because there was work didn’t mean there wasn’t time for breakfast. He was in the kitchen fiddling with the fancy new coffee maker he’d splurged on in Collin’s absence, trying to get it to produce the perfect latte like it had advertised. There were bowls of neatly sliced fruit and a plate of freshly toasted organic five grain bread with a jar of mulberry jam they’d bought at the farmers market the month before.

What there wasn’t was a warning for the figure that was suddenly in their apartment, a knotted, filthy, bloodstained robe hanging from his narrow hips and two wicked looking swords dangling from his hands. It was probably one of the most shocking things Toby had seen so early of a morning, and for a long moment he simply gaped at the creature. It didn’t even look human...not really… mottled white skin, a nest of dark, ratty hair… It seemed dazed for a moment, but when Collin came around the corner from the hall that led to the bathroom the creature came to life, all but quivering as the swords came up and it hunched forward, ready to attack.
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Being back home was absolutely wonderful. The thirteen hour flight had been grueling to say the least, but Collin had tried to catch up on his sleep for the duration of it. He had arrived home exhausted and a bit rough around the edges, probably needing a shower but Toby didn't seem to mind. It was one of the stranger changes that had come after the bite the other had received, but Collin wasn't about to complain. He'd barely had time to set his bag down when Toby had been upon him and the next twenty-four hours had been spent catching up on all the time they'd lost. There was no telling what he'd ever done right to earn Toby's love, but he had long since stopped asking questions.

As far as he was concerned, the mess in Japan was done and over with, the damn near seven thousand miles between New Arkham and Tokyo enough to put his mind at ease. The only oddity being the strange throbbing pain of the cut he'd earned during the fight. It wasn't unbearable, just nagging. A deeper sensation than the superficial wound it seemed to be should have been, nasty though it was. It didn't look infected or anything, so Collin chalked it up to maybe just having hit the right spot at the right angle, promising Toby he'd go see a doctor if it got any worse. He'd had cuts before, hell, his whole body was riddled with scars from various cuts, bites, and bullets. This didn't seem to be anything extraordinary. That strange twinge didn't get any better though, not as expected, and maybe that should have been his warning.

Collin gave Toby a hard time when he tried to make coffee that morning, grumbling about not needing any damn froufrou bullshit and that all he wanted was a cup of normal fucking coffee. Toby had teased him about being a grump though, and it had pulled an easy smile to the witch's lips, tugging them unevenly for the scar that ran across them. Promising Collin the best cup of coffee of his life, Toby had turned his attention to the coffee maker even as his boyfriend headed off with a cup of black, nearly burnt, drip style joe that he'd made out of pure stubbornness. They didn't really fight very much, but there was a lot of good-natured teasing to be had between the two of them.

He practically lived on caffeine it seemed, especially when so freshly back from a long trip. The pristine white mug accompanied him to the bathroom, set aside as he took the time to wash his face and rake damp fingers through his short locks. It was when he emerged from the hallway afterward that the creature appeared suddenly right in the midst of their apartment. This was probably the last thing that he was expecting, and immediately he dropped the mug of coffee, shattering it on the hardwood floor. His mouth dropped open as he instinctively reached to where he would keep his baton... but all he was wearing was a loose pair of lounge pants. There was absolutely nothing on him that he could use as a weapon.

It was at that moment that Toby suddenly sprung into action. He snagged up one of the little wooden stools that sat at their kitchen island and rushed up behind the creature, cracking it over the other's head with all the strength that he could muster. Which, as it turned out, happened to be quite a bit. It was only as the other collapsed that Collin suddenly came to his senses, the splatter of lukewarm coffee completely ignored as he sidestepped the mess and moved closer.

Only stopping when he'd moved close to Toby, Collin gaped down at the thing. Two things occurred to him in that moment, one was that he recognized the creature on the floor, and the second was that... his hand didn't hurt anymore. Not like it had anyhow. That strange unnerving pang that had settled deep into the tissue was now gone. That clicked something over in his brain and suddenly Collin was very, very concerned. “Oh no...” He murmured, eyes drifting to his palm as he opened it to stare at the ruddy slash that ran diagonally across it. “Shit.” Swallowing, Collin lifted his eyes and fixed them on Toby, wide and unnerved. “I might have fucked up Tobs.” All he could hope for was that this was some kind of freak accident and not what he feared.
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The sudden and unexpected jump from one place to a place so entirely different would have been alarming and disorientating when in total control of his facilities… But as he was, confused, half mad with the effects of the botched spell, Shin did not have a chance to even try to understand what had just happened. When he appeared in the spacious, light, clean room his senses were all but assaulted by the shift, the recoil of the magic that had sent him there sending his head spinning. He might have fallen to the ground in the next moment, might have even vomited, except for the fact that several things happened all at once. The unnerving drive in him, that maddening sensation of tugging had ceased, leaving him even more wobbly on his feet. The incessant burning agony in his palms and bottom of his feet dissipated. It seemed like even the haze that had been hanging over him suddenly lifted...just in time for him to raise his head and catch sight of the witch turning the corner.

A feeling pulsed through him that Shin could not even identify..but it was enough to have a small, choked sound escaping his lips as he stared at the man. It seemed like an eternity that they looked at each other. Shin felt weak in the knees, the emotion washing over him enough to send him reeling again. He wanted to sob..he wanted to grab at the other and tear at him..he wanted to crawl inside of him, he wanted …. Too much. It was more than Shin could deal with, really… He wasn’t able to handle the emotion that was filling him up, and so he locked on one...anger. Anger he knew what to do with. He could work with anger. And killing. He knew how to kill. The gaping, shocked expression twisted into a snarl, all of this taking place in mere seconds from when Collin had appeared around the corner. Dirty hands tightened on the grips of his swords, and the urge to attack was the one he chose to obey.

It was the last thought, really, before he was knocked cold by the weight of the stool slamming into the back of his head. Maybe..if he had been in better shape to begin with his would have taken the blow without too much damage. He’d gone through plate glass, been tossed into brick walls.. His body was not exactly as weak as some mere human. But..he was still healing from the ritual. He had eaten nothing in days, and due to the connection with Collin, he was not exactly as invulnerable as he’d been before. Things had changed, things that would only be discovered in time. And really, Toby did pack quite a wallop with his hit. The slender body crumpled to the floor, swords clattering on the hardwood as the half demon dropped them, then followed in a sprawl of dirty limbs.



Toby, still clutching the stool, had the sudden and ridiculous thought that he needed to thank IKEA for their sturdy designs and materials. His heart was pounding, his grip white knuckled for a moment until he saw the creature collapse. After a moment he took a breath, lowering the seat to the floor gently before looking up to Collin with a lift of his brows. They’d had surprise attacks before...this wasn’t the first time he’d saved the other’s ass from a thing coming up on him. But..that shit was expected when they were in the field, on a case. It was pretty much a big surprise when the creature was in their goddamn dining area at seven in the morning. The look on Collin’s face didn’t really bode well for the situation, either.

But as his boyfriend moved toward him, sidestepping the prone figure now adorning their polished floor, Toby followed Collin’s gaze and turned his eyes back to it..to him. His hand shifted and sought out Collin’s arm, simply resting his palm against the warm swell of muscle, a touch that assured him the other was there and safe… Toby liked touch..little brushes of hands, nuzzles and the like..even before the bite. Now it settled him, just being able to lay a hand on Collin. Gaze flicking over the figure, he took in the lean frame, what he could see of his face from the way he was sprawled on his stomach, the filthy shirt..or..whatever was tangled around his middle. The deathly pallor of his skin had changed to something more natural, and somehow he at least looked more..person-like now..not so much like a tall Gollum. And the blood seeping from his dark mess of hair was a red as any humans. Toby...couldn’t really make himself feel too guilty about the obvious wound he’d given him with the stool.

The murmured curse from his lover brought Toby’s attention back to Collin, though, and he turned his head to see the other holding out his hand, the one with the gash across the palm that he’d already been somewhat concerned about. When the other lifted his eyes and caught Toby’s, the look on the larger witch’s face was enough to worry the smaller one. Usually Collin didn’t make mistakes...but...when he did, he was usually much more pissed about it. He hadn’t seen the look on Collin’s face before..not like this. It made his heart skip a beat and his brows lift, blinking at the other. He wasn’t mad...Toby didn’t often get mad, he couldn’t afford to. Toby getting mad led to ..bad things.

Taking in a breath, the shorter one pursed his lips and glanced down at Collin’s hand again, then at the boy.. Monster? Still laying on their floor. “Do I need to call someone?” Toby asked, most likely meaning Ava, or at least someone at Pandora to come collect the attacker. He didn’t know what he was, or why he was there, or why Collin seemed so unnerved, but sooner or later the kid was probably going to wake up. Giving Collin’s arm a pat, Toby moved away from him and stepped toward the figure, cautious but efficient as he plucked up the swords and brought them to Collin. “We should do something with him, at least.” he said, glancing up to the other and giving him a somewhat pointed look. It was what he did when he was confused or worried...Toby shut it down and took care of the situation, locking up his emotions until everything else was secure and he could process them. “He’s filthy...don’t put him in the chairs...maybe just..the bathtub. I’m going to mop up the floor.”
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Thankfully Toby was there to ground him, because without his presence Collin might have been too shocked to do anything. Sure, he'd had things surprise him, he and Toby had both been in precarious situations at one point or another and had needed to be covered. Never had anything come for them in their home though, and unfortunately Collin's startled reaction had mostly consisted of him gaping at the invader. Maybe had he not instantly recognized the other for the one he'd left for dead back in Japan his reaction may have been different, but that had no small amount to do with how he'd frozen in response to the sudden appearance.

The touch at his arm had him blinking, seeming to come out of whatever shocked little haze he'd vanished to. Thankfully Toby was the calm voice of reason, because Collin just sort of wanted to stand there and poke the thing with a stick or something, unnerved for more than just the intrusion of their private space. Drawing in a slow, even breath, Collin nodded before seeming to change his mind and shaking his head vehemently. “No... no. Don't call Ava. Not yet.” He wasn't sure what he would even tell her at this point. They needed a little time to process things, Collin needed to try and understand what in the hell had just happened. Typically, he was a very play it by the book sort, but right now he wanted to put off involving Pandora until he could figure this out for himself.

The thing was, he was already pretty sure he knew. They hadn't had all the details as to what the rogue coven was up to, all they'd known was that they had been heavily involved with the oni Raiju. Collin had imagined the mutt on the floor to be a sacrifice, but maybe that hadn't actually been the case. The fact that the dull, twinging, ache in his hand had vanished did not ease anything for him. He was smart enough to make the connection, even if he was denying it with everything he had. Toby was talking about the bathtub, but Collin was barely listening, making an indiscernible noise in his throat in response. His mind was turning over and over, too distracted with dissecting every last scrap of detail since he'd first barged into that coven house. It was all sort of blurry. Had he touched the other after grabbing the knife? Had their blood mixed? Collin knew better than anyone how powerful magic could be, how the slightest shift in circumstances could fuck everything up.

Something shifted in his head and Collin got his shit together. He couldn't just stand here staring stupidly. Raising his eyes to Toby, he started to take the offered swords before pausing. “Just put them in the office love, I'll put him in the tub. Could you also grab my baton? Please?” There was no way in hell he was going to leave this thing alone in their bathroom for even a second. Crouching, he scooped the bloody form up, wrinkling his nose at the stink of it. The creature was coated with a film of grime and blood, both fresh and dry, he stank of copper and earth, and somewhere beneath it all the faint scent of... ozone. Something like the smell that came with the gathering of impetuous thunderheads.

The other wasn't too burdensome, gathered in his arms, but he was all legs and Collin didn't really want to be carrying him. He did his best to keep the creature as far from him as possible without dropping him, moving to dump him unceremoniously into the tub. The grumblings started when he straightened and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, the head wound having smeared fresh blood on him, dirt having flaked off on his bare chest. It was mostly a series of curses as he leaned over the sink to scrub down his arms and torso, muttering about having brought work home, and why in the hell was he working for Pandora again, and all he wanted was a damn cup of regular fucking coffee. Was that too much to ask for? The slew of ranting words stemmed once he was brushing a hand towel over his arms, falling silent to eye the crumpled form in their tub warily. Sooner or later he would have to call Ava. He didn't even want to think about all the paperwork this would call for though. He was going to drown in it.
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