#collidingxworlds

A post to all Jim’s, not all of them will be here but that does not mean you are not also amazing! I know it can be hard sometimes, you all do an amazing job

@magpiemurders, @spidersdance, @collidingxworlds (we miss you so much!), @poxsonmenace (And you!), @thefinalepilogue @thieving-magpiexhunting-tiger

We may have to do the Jim or villain awards, love you all!

[[ One of Will's co-workers totally filled this chart and left it on Mycroft's temporary desk xD ]]

“I did it,” Lilith confessed, but while it was undeniably voluntary it was also undeniable that she didn’t like it, that some part of it was already mildly irritated by it all, by whatever chain reaction was destined to follow. “The mix-up between all the babies wasn’t as...unplanned as it was presumed. Nor was it, exactly, your fault. Or the angel’s. Whatever his name is,” Lilith waved a hand dismissively, regarding the name as unimportant. “I was the one who ensured he couldn’t be found. And while you were watching the wrong boy...” She trailed off, cocking her head a little, a flash of a tight smile meeting Crowley in challenge, choosing not to say the obvious out loud. That she’d been watching Adam this whole time like some devoted mortal mother.

 “I’ve always known where he is.”

@collidingxworlds sent: [ 📲 message sent: ]  ugh, I have to go to some boring event. Will you come with me to make it fun? [[ from Abigail for FBI Fish, in that verse where she's a serial killer and they started to date? ]] from: 🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺. 

@collidingxworlds . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

The bus came to a sudden halt, and the door opened with a hissing sound. Brook emerged from it looking somehow more disheveled than usual, though she could easily blame it on the long journey. The driver handed her her suitcase (but not after having looked weirdly at the terrarium Brook was holding), and after a polite 'good day, ma'am' got back into the bus and drove away.

There was no one at the bus station.

Brook sighed. Her uncle was late. Well, she hoped he was just late, and had not forgotten about her altogether.

The station was in the middle of nowhere, nothing but a little bench next to a sign. She dragged her big suitcase and her frog's terrarium to the bench and sat down. Brook did not mind being in the middle of nowhere. The little road was surrounded by woods, and the place smelled like sap and wet grass.

Still, she took her phone out of her pocket to check for a message from Will. Nothing. She quickly texted him [at the bus station, where r u?] and shoved her phone back in her pocket.

"You think he forgot all about us, Jacques?" she asked her frog with a little smile. Brook often talked to him, for she found frogs to be better conversationalists than most people.

@collidingxworlds sent:  “Uh...Tha-That really spooked you.” [[ @countlessrealities​ from Morty, for the inbox call thing! It's from the "trauma noticing meme" || I was thinking this could be set after Nick & Summer's meeting, so he's been introduced to the family and all ]]

noticing trauma sentence starters (accepting)

“Yeah, him,” Five confirmed with a snort and an eyeroll. “But I wouldn’t put it past his partner to do it too. Just she wouldn’t eat them, she’d just do it out of cruel amusement and throw them away.”

Cha-Cha was definitely more level-headed than Hazel and less easy to sway. That didn’t mean that the man was merciless than her, but at least you could talk to him and he would listen, if you had something important enough to say. The other one blindly followed their orders without allowing the shadow of a second thought to touch her.

The joking question brought his attention back on the woman and he shot her an unimpressed look, clearly not amused by her words. He took it as a sign that she didn’t believe him and that she was making fun of him. Or, even worse, being condescending. It was irritating, but he didn’t care. As long as she didn’t insist on “calling his parents” or any bullshit of the sort, he would have put up with it. He wasn’t planning on staying long anyway. The clock was ticking towards the End, far too fast for his liking.

“Under…for now,” he chose to reply, a hint of sarcasm colouring his voice. Then, noticing her peering past the window, he added: “Don’t worry, if those two haven’t showed up in here yet, it means that they lost me. And that I haven’t left a trail of blood leaning up to your door.”

He had done his best to keep his wound from dripping past the fabric of his clothes, but he had been too busy running to make absolutely sure.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learnt is that you can never be too careful. Even the people who shelter you can turn on you or betray any moment,” he retorted then, sending a glare in her direction, the hardness in his eyes definitely not fitting his young looks. “I’m not a fool.”

Still, he took his hand off his side, allowing her the space she needed to work. When her fingers touched his injured flesh, it took him a great deal of self-control not to wince, but he was soon distracted by the odd sensation that spread on his skin. It was like a light tingling and he swore that he could almost feel it move as it watched it sewing itself back together.

Once it was done, he reached out to touch the spot where his wound had been poking and prodding at it. It was almost as if it had never been there, if it hadn’t been for the drying blood on his side and clothes.

“I’ll give it to you, this is a pretty impressive power,” he offered, tone flat but genuine. “Any chance you have a sweet snack or something of the sort? I need sugar.”

The mage snickered and shook her head at the younger's response. "Are they cartoon villains, or do they just aspire to be so?" Despite her joking words, there was tension in her form. Elise was still on alert, keeping an ear and an eye out for anyone who might come bursting in with weapons. And on her new guest. She still couldn't figure out why he felt different. The response of him being older than he looked explained a little, but not nearly enough.

"Good to know I am still older than you," Elise concluded with a nod to herself. Despite her reservations about the current situation, the other was clearly more on edge than her. Which was understandable, considering armed people were chasing him. "If you say so. Though you should get going soon. I imagine my neighbours have called the police after hearing the gunshots, and I can't imagine you want to try to explain whatever is happening to the police." The hardness in his eyes was pointedly ignored. Any reservations he had were well-founded.

"I don't believe you are." She pointed out. "Otherwise, those people would have shot you by now. Despite the ridiculous costumes, they looked like they knew how to aim."

The wound was not a complicated one; he was lucky. It took her only a few seconds to patch it up. The flesh stitched itself together from the inside out. Withdrawing her hand, there wasn't even blood on her palm, though she nonetheless wiped it against her skirt. "It comes in handy every now and then." Elise agreed with a smile as she stepped away from him again. "Especially when there is a shot-out in your apartment building." At his question, the mage gestured for him to follow her.

"I don't think I got your name. I am Elise." Walking through the apartment, she led the way to the kitchen. "Will juice do the trick?" Recently Elise went on an exploration tour of the juice section in her local grocery store. She found a glass and poured him some without waiting for a response. "If not, I think I have cookies here somewhere. Though it might take me a minute to find them." Despite the meagre size of the kitchen, most of the cupboards were empty, which oddly meant she couldn't find things. Most of the apartment was bare, with only the bare essentials present; a bed, table, chairs and a bookshelf with books.

Of all the places that Juliana could be at, the train station was one of her least favourite. There were people everywhere, each and every single one of them in a rush to catch their train. The scents of coffee, sweat and sandwiches was overwhelming and not only was the floor disgusting, so were the benches you could sit on while you waited. She tapped her heeled foot impatiently, waiting for her train to arrive in horrible anticipation of more irritation once she'd entered the vehicle.

She'd never missed her own Mercedes more than now, but the car had had some engine issues and she had to pick up a certain cursed object in person. It would not be safe to mail it. At least this train station was covered by a roof to stop the rain. A happy bell indicated an upcoming announcement: "Attention, attention to all travelers to Des Moine. The train is delayed by forty minutes."

"Fucking hell," Juliana swore, quite out of character, before she swung her bag over her shoulder and stomped towards the gates. A taxi would be expensive but it was far better than waiting here even longer. She was so lost in her annoyance that she ran hard into an invisible wall at the exit. Another curse (non-magical) slipped from her lips.