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Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 21: Professional Rivals

Logan and Janus get ready in the morning Logan POV, Loceit with background Dukexiety and Royality

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Holy Man ** (1998, Eddie Murphy, Jeff Goldblum, Kelly Preston, Robert Loggia, Jon Cryer) - Classic Movie Review 5234

Holy Man ** (1998, Eddie Murphy, Jeff Goldblum, Kelly Preston, Robert Loggia, Jon Cryer) – Classic Movie Review 5234

Jeff Goldblum steals Eddie Murphy’s limelight as Ricky, a TV home shopping channel boss, whose chance meeting with itinerant mystic G (Murphy) gives him an idea to reverse his sales slump and save his job in the two weeks he has remaining under a company ultimatum. Ricky turns G into an over-the-top television evangelist who makes home shopping a religious experience.

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Perhaps my next project will be an opera at the Met. Why should Stro have all the glory attention fun?

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"Touched," by Vast

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Enemy Eyes (Powerman 5000 Remix), The Anix

“Frozen upside down, I wait for you to cut me down…”

…..

The contract had been a set-up.

For the hundredth time that hour, Zevran cursed himself for a fool. There must have been something, anything he could have picked up from the contact to tip him off that there was more going on. Or when the patrols he’d dodged were just a little too convenient in their timing. His plan of attack had gone perfectly, and that very seldom happened with underground organizations. Targets in Hightown were childishly simple, trusting their clockwork security to keep them safe, but criminals knew better.

They always knew better.

He had brought poison for mages because he always did, but he hadn’t thought it would be necessary, so it had been stowed in a side pocket when the blood mage had revealed himself.

So stupid.

His captor had been quite professional, but his lackies had not, and so Zevran knew that he only lived to wait for the arrival of the Crow agent sent to bring him down - or back to Antiva, perhaps, but whether a slow death or a fast one, it would be death all the same. His lip curled in derision when he thought of a Crow hiring others to do his work for him. Not provide to backup - his nameless enemy had not even participated in the operation.

Else he - or she - would already be here.

In the meantime, the mage had proven himself quite the sadist: Zevran was hanging upside down from the ceiling by his feet, his hands left free. Normally it would have been trivial for him to escape this confinement, but there was a bloody, aching wound etched into the back of each of his hands, and when he had first come to and tried to move them… nothing.

The sick rush of horror that had accompanied that particular revelation had few rivals in his memory.

The best he could do was keep moving and try to stay conscious. As long as he was alive, he had to be ready to exploit any opportunity that presented itself. He told himself that he had gotten out of worse straits before by keeping his wits about him, which was true on the surface… but this had been a capture masterminded by a Crow and carried out by a blood mage. They were very unlikely to underestimate his resourcefulness.

When his mind had started to try to retreat from the pain and anger into the relative sanctuary of unconsciousness once more, he had pulled it back with thoughts of her.

Fate likely thought it hilariously ironic that so soon after he had found his whole perspective shifted as it had been, his freedom was taken from him… as if he had been allowed to escape just so he could find the one thing that would break him when they caught him again.

The darkness called, and he answered it with the image of lamplight on her blades and the matching glint in her eye.

A shout of alarm, so distant it had nothing to do with his world.

The darkness called, and he refused it with the brush of her hair across his skin.

An outcry that broke into abrupt silence, like a throat being cut.

The darkness called, and he defied it with the memory of her voice.

“Open this door, or so help me, I will spend weeks killing you, mage.”

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"My Eyes," by Nero

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"Hide and Seek," by Namie Amuro; WoW machinima video by Percula

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Professional Rivalry || [Elissa]

Zevran adjusted his cuffs and vest after the servant took his coat, surveying the glittering array of Kirkwall high society with a slight smile of enjoyment. He did not get the chance to wear such fine clothes or put his carefully-cultivated dandy’s persona to use nearly often enough since he had left Antiva for the last time. One of the smaller prices he paid for his freedom, perhaps, but still not an insignificant one.

This was a lucrative job because the target was high-profile and expected to have a bodyguard or two close at-hand, but he did not anticipate much difficulty in the completion. It was almost disgraceful how easy it was to slip beneath the radar at places like this anywhere other than Antiva or Orlais. In those countries, assassins were expected to come swathed in silk as often as not, but where Crows and bards were less common, everyone was always looking for some half-civilized ruffian from Darktown. Amateurs.

Zevran did not see the guest he was most interested in yet – the man was minor nobility visiting the host, so it was likely that he would not be emerging from the private areas of the mansion until later. In the meantime, the dance floor looked like a good place to watch from… plenty of lovely ladies in low-cut gowns to make cultured, meaningless chatter with. There was no shortage of attractive men, also, but these Kirkwall elite were stuffy sorts, so Zevran focused on the women, eyes drifting for a suitable first partner.

He was making his way over to a pretty but shy-looking young woman who had been looking somewhat wistfully toward the dance floor when he saw something – or rather, someone – much more interesting. If there was anything Zevran had a good memory for – and there were many such things – it was a pretty face… or head of hair, in this case. There was another wolf among the sheep tonight, it seemed. Pity she was dancing with someone else at the moment…

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