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[10 Dec 2006|02:05am] |
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*so, lesson learned: when tangling with Thropp-Cohens, go for the female of the species first
Acheron's not doing very well right now, as demonstrated by the deep stab-wounds in his stomach*
*grits his teeth* If-- someone could give me a hand, I'd-- very much appreciate it. It would be something of an insult to die from this.
And if you're even thinking about trying to pick me off in my weakened state, don't even start. *grim smile* The blood loss has made me cranky and a little trigger-happy.
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| Anti-OTP post: Ickle!Acheron/Ickle!Crowley |
[02 Dec 2006|08:47pm] |
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*he's ten years old, and he has a new toy-- one that he has used on the neighbor's cat. It's stolen from the kitchen of the chef who lives down the street, and is mostly clean, but if anyone asks, there's a ten-year-old running around with a slightly red cheese grater.*
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[26 Oct 2006|02:19pm] |
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Well, family, friends, acquaintances, and fans, for there are a few of you lurking about, you've all managed to forget my birthday.
I turned forty-nine yesterday. I now have 364 days in which the last thing I have to lie about will be my age. Do congratulate me.
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| Semi-private post! |
[23 May 2006|09:25pm] |
*so-- after the other night, tips one Georgiana Darcy (in the arms of the petrified Barty Crouch, Jr.) onto his couch* Get comfortable, if you can. You're in for something of a long haul.
Typist: So-- just a continuation of what happened before, until everyone's in chat at the same time. >__> Georgiana, Barty, and Acheron only, please, unless we have an impromptu rescue mission or someone who logically would be in Acheron's house wants to show up.
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| Open post type thing |
[09 May 2006|08:39pm] |
*There's been discussion of dinner with ruthless killers since the beginning of history. Imagine dinner with Genghis Khan, Vlad Tepes, Erzebet Bathory, Jack the Ripper, Ted Bundy...
Acheron Hades regards himself as slightly, or in some cases, far, superior to each of these in some sense, possibly excluding table-manners (can't beat that 16th-century etiquette, after all). As for his company over dinner, that's something you'll have to find out for yourself: the table's set for two, and he's ready for you, whether you be a sibling, a parent, a wife, a business associate, a son, a friend, an enemy, or someone he's never met, he's ready for you.
Bon appetit.*
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[05 Apr 2006|10:57am] |
Be aware, Belle, that this was done at typist request.
( Ideal partner meme )
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[14 Mar 2006|04:53pm] |
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Things have been-- hectic lately. There's been quite a lot of-- well. Do the words exist? Surprising. Let's leave it there.
I suddenly have a son, in a manner of speaking. I must talk to Belle about this and pray she doesn't kill me.
In other news, I see Felix has been doing well for himself.
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| Anti-OTP Post: Acheron/Hamlet (yea verily, we kiddeth thee not) |
[11 Feb 2006|06:29pm] |
*this is what former English professors who now lead professional lives of crime do in their spare time:
is sitting comfortably, alternating between reading several large, dusty, books, cross-referencing passages and making notes, all the while humming quietly*
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| Anti-OTP Post: Acheron/Crowley |
[10 Feb 2006|03:35pm] |
*this is a happy Hades hard at work after a heist.*
*has spent a productive day robbing a bank, and is now sitting cheerily in a comfortable chair, whistling whilst cleaning the few guns he used for the job. Mmm, phallic symbols.*
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| For my mother, on her birthday. |
[02 Feb 2006|10:56am] |
There is a small crystal vase (of course expensive, of course stolen) filled with colorful, fresh flowers, tastefully arranged in a moment of Acheron's spare time. It stands beside an oblong box, wrapped in demure paper. The card simply reads "From Acheron."
( When the box is opened... )
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| Open post |
[17 Jan 2006|10:49am] |
*hanging out, quite happily cleaning a new, Vera-esque gun* *is close to making this face: ^_^*
*my God, someone talk to him so he doesn't do that anymore*
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[04 Jan 2006|04:40pm] |
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*here is Entry #2 in the "Kill the Entire Hades Family in the Same Week" competition*
*yes, has been slain by Angrod for killing Caranthir. Has had a sword (silver!) shoved through his throat*
*still, is definitely planning to return. Hello, Lucifer. ^_^*
(ETA: Yup, back now.)
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[01 Jan 2006|10:18pm] |
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Queen, "Another One Bites the Dust" |
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*has his brother's (Phlegethon's, to be precise) body; he's obviously bled to death, as the major veins in both arms are split open, wrist to elbow*
*nonchalantly finishes his cigarette* Well, he's dead.
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[15 Dec 2005|11:21am] |
It's been quite awhile, hasn't it?
Brothers and sister dear? I haven't heard from any of you in quite awhile. Belle, darling, is life treating you well?
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[28 Nov 2005|01:36pm] |
Typist: Opening this post up for spam. *g*
....
*sigh*
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[31 Oct 2005|01:44pm] |
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*has a very bloody, very kidneyless Felix here, yay*
Cocytus? I don't suppose you could do anything to help here?
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[20 Oct 2005|10:04pm] |
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*grins* Oh, I like this arrangement very much.
*goes off and... wreaks havoc. Yes. Apparently, blows up an office building*
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[26 Sep 2005|12:02pm] |
*Felix Tabularasa's body, mostly repaired through the work of several hostage surgeons, lies bare on a table. Acheron sits near it, back to it, waiting.*
Anytime you're ready, Yandros.
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