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xxxx↘ we can fight our desires ♚but when we start making fires
xxxxxxxxx WE GET EVER SO HOT
xxxwhether we like it or not ✸ they say we can love who we trust
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xxxxxlike it or notyoumustbeswiftaslike it or not
xxxxxxxxxBUT WHAT IS LOVE WITHOUT LUST ?
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There was a time when the old Kings of Asgard could call upon a Valkyrie for help. They could say who was the victor of a battle or a war - and that was it. Both groups knew that such power could be easily abused if someone were to take advantage of it, and decided that they would make a rule. Both Valkyries and the King of Asgard had to be in agreement that it was an emergency to call upon a Valkyrie to sway the tide of battle. Over time, the rule was forgotten and the Valkyrie that had been called upon simply took a mate and had a child, and that was that.

She was one of the newest Valkyrie that could be called upon by the King if he so desired. Unfortunately, what she had expected, was not was she had got. Like the previous Valkyries had, she had expected to only be called when necessary, which would be hardly at all, but that was not the case. Odin had gone into Odinsleep and with Thor banished, Loki now sat on the throne as King in his father's stead. He seemed different, changed, which was to be expected. She had only seen him once and that was a long time ago. Her mother had brought her before Odin and his sons, seeing as how one of them would be one day King and perhaps call upon her for help. Thor had seemed brash and Loki - quiet. Neither seemed like Kings, but then again, it was not her place to decide such things; but that was not the problem, or not the only problem.

She didn't quite understand all of the orders she was taking from Loki. Of course she didn't question them, that would seem like her loyalty was shifting and she would be as loyal to the king as any other Valkyrie had been, even if she didn't understand his thinking. After all, it wasn't her job to understand, but to simply carry them out. Granted, usually she would just be called upon for wars or great battles and instead she was here all the time, but a different king meant different ways, and if Loki wanted her to be around to do as he wished, then so be it. The ways of a king were only understood by himself and she doubted that he would grant her an explanation and that it would only make the situation more unclear.

In the rare moments when she was not off doing his bidding, or being at his side, Calisto would have gone off and talked with the warriors; they were her people, in a manner of speaking. She fought and practiced the same techniques that they did and she had been sure that she would be welcomed, at one time. For some reason some of the warrior's attitudes towards Loki, their own king no less, were not what she had been expecting. She hadn't talked to them yet, there'd been no need, not after what she had seen. The atmosphere when they merely passed by her was cold and their talking ceased. Obviously she was not welcomed and she had heard a few mutterings that basically boiled down to her being someone they would never associate with. Of course they did nothing to keep such comments quiet around her. At first she was furious that Loki's own people could be so cruel towards him and then she just simply accepted it, and the rude mutterings, and eventually ignored them.

She headed down one of the hallways off to find Loki. She was sure that he had tasks for her to do already; there seemed to be no end to the errands she ran. She wore an outfit much like Sif’s, merely for easy movement; the only difference was that she had armor pieces on her forearms and legs. It wasn’t long before the she found Loki and knelt on one knee before him with a hand over her heart. “My Lord.” She looked up from the floor and at him, “I am your’s to command.”

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Okay, so usually around this time Link would be off herding goats. You know, the normal. Instead of that, he'd been approached by the Mayor and asked for his help. “Link, you muct know about the monster problems.” he stood there, listening to the man. It was rhetorical, of course he knew. “Well, things are getting worse and we can't just stand by and ignore it!” Of course not.

“We've got to think about the children!” the Mayor paused before continuing, “So that's why we - I'm - asking you to go out and help us with this problem.”

“What about Hyrule? They'd be more qualified, wouldn't they?”

“Yes, but I'm not sure they can help us, now.” Both men were silent.

“All right. I'll help.”

Well, he'd gotten himself into this whole thing. He thought about the situation as he headed over to the spring. He walked into it, unaware of Avani until she spoke up. “Me? What are you doing here?” he noticed the shield and sword in her hands, “And why do you have those?”

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the queenyoumustbeswiftasacorsingriverof the hostess club
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The short, blonde girl certainly stood out from the rest of the students at Ouran High School and for a reason; she was a transfer student from England. Her parents had heard about the high class school and decided that for her last two years of high school, she would go to the school and enjoy another culture. Of course, they had decided this long before they had told her and prepared her for it. She was a little irritated at the beginning, considering she hadn't been told about the decision until the day before she'd leave. She'd been at Ouran for almost three months and absolutely loved it. What was most interesting, was the Host club. She hadn't seen anything like that in any of the other schools back home, but it seemed that the school did not have a club like it for men. So she had taken it upon herself to gather some of the other transfer students and make their own club; the Hostess Club!

They were doing quite wonderfully. Each hostess had their own regulars and some liked to float around from one hostess to the next. She had no problem with any of it, after all, the customer was always right! And it was also good for business. They had their own types of girls, some similar to the Host Club. She was the Queen/Motherly type. They had the shy and cute type, childish type, the tomboy and various others. They didn't get along too well with the Host Club. The Host Club, or rather the King of the Host Club, Tamaki Souh, thought that they were rivals. A few of the hostesses didn't think that they were rivals, considering that they catered to two different people (ladies and gentlemen), but Erizawa would have none of it! They were rivals and that was that! They had to do better than the Host Club!

Erizawa was currently sitting in the Hostess Club's room, looking over the hostesses' schedule for the day. Actually, their self-proclaimed manager - whom everyone accepted as the manager - was looking over it and she was looking around her at it (considering that she was shorter than the other girl, looking over her shoulder would be impossible). "Another wonderful day!" she broke into a smile, "We've got lots of customers!~" Her brown eyes lit up with excitement. Today would be absolutely wonderful! They already had some customers there being waited on, except for her. She preferred to keep a few times open so she could watch the girls at work.

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mischievous twinyoumustbeswiftasacorsingriverof the host club
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When Kaoru had woken up this morning, he had not expected this to happen. He sat in the Host Club room with the rest of the Hosts. Tamaki had decided that they would infiltrate the Hostess club and - well - spy on them. He supposed he should have seen it coming, it sounded just like something Tamaki would do, too. Tamaki had been the only member of the Host Club to declare the Hostesses their rivals. The rest of them just went along with it, because their was no convincing him otherwise. The Queen of the Hostess Club had agreed with him, and thus their 'rivalry' began. He didn't see any point to it, it made absolutely no sense, but Tamaki wasn't going to be swayed.

He had walked into the Music Room this morning, only to get swept up into Tamaki's plan. He hoped this whole 'infiltrating' would fail, personally. Or something would change his mind, anything. He just wished that their boss would finally see that this so-called-rivalry didn't exist and that it was stupid. He was pretty sure that his twin, Hikaru, felt the same way about the situation and that the rest of the Host Club had the same thoughts. It was probably futile though, he couldn't remember a time when Tamaki's mind had been changed after he made a decision.

"All right boss." he said, resigning himself to the whole thing, "Let's get this done." The quicker they started it, the quicker they'd get done, he hoped.

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haloyoumustbeswiftasacorsingriverhalo
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xxxx↘ remember those walls I built ♚well baby they're tumbling down
xxxxxxxxxAND THEY DIDN'T EVEN PUT UP A FIGHT
xxxthey didn't even make a sound ✸ I found a way to let you in
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xxxxxmy angelyoumustbeswiftasmy angel
xxxxxxxxxSTANDING IN THE LIGHT OF YOUR HALO !
I'VE GOT MY ANGEL NOW


She settled with leaning a bit against Cas; her legs were having a bit of trouble supporting her at the moment. The drink was removed from her hand and the most she did was pout at him. It didn't accomplish anything; the drink wasn't returned and really, nothing happened. On second thouught- the drink didn't matter. She was pretty sure that he was feeling just a bit nervous; perhaps that was the only thing she culd see clearly through her haze. The thought of continuing to make him even more uncomfortable amused her.

"Dance?" Okay, now, she wasn't exactly one for dancing- that is- she wouldn't call herself good at it. From time to time she'd probably indulge in it, but it wasn't her area of expertise; but that too was thrown out the window. Heck, a lot more stuff might be thrown out too. She'd had one too many drinks for not having any alcohol in a long time - actually, one too many drinks period.

Nessa smiled at Cas, the arm that was around his unwound itself and instead her hand grasped his and she entwined their fingers, her other arm replacing it. "Well, why not. If I step on your foot, I did warn you." besides the unusual slur to her words, there was also a softness to her tone. Without the alcohol she probably wouldn't have danced with him or flirted with him, or approached him.

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xxxx↘ can't evolve past ♚certain notes
xxxxxxxxxNO ONE KNOWS ME
xxxyou should know ✸ paint it with all certain strokes
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xxxxxcertain strokesyoumustbeswiftascertain strokes
xxxxxxxxxSAVE US ALL WITH FOLKS WHO KNOW !
WE WILL MAKE A SONG DESTROY


Castiel left, rather abruptly, without any notice at all - leaving him alone in the field. He didn't mind, it just meant that he would get oh so much planned out. His best thoughts were when he was alone. Nobody talking in his ear, nobody messing things up as he thought them out, nobody annoying him constantly. He would put his plan into effect and now. Castiel had said that he would tell Londen about what a prophet was, but he didn't ask because he would leave the girl alone and let his brother explain it; no. He'd most likely make it even more confusing for her and he didn't need that.


He took a few steps forward and then was gone - walking out of thin air and then appearing sitting down on her bed in the motel. "Hello again, my dear." He said it so nonchalontly, as if it was perfectly normal for the devil himself to be sitting on your bed. "Terribly sorry that you had to know so abruptly about your prophesying, Londen." he started in that silky, smooth, purring voice of his when he was putting something into effect, "You must be feeling ever so confused about it all and since Castiel left so abruptly, I assumed your little shopping spree was done and that I might be able to explain it. Cas would just make a mess of it and then you'd be even more confused and I wouldn't want that."

He paused as if carefully considering what to say and then spoke again, "You've been one of the special humans chosen to receive visions about events to come from Heaven. Sometimes you don't see everything that will happen. Little details escape you, insignificant details determined so by - well - the ' higher authority'." Bah. "You're very important, dear Londen. So important you have your own archangel to protect you." As if he would really let Castiel explain this all to her. Ha!

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xxxx↘ and father ♚will you comfort me if I call?
xxxxxxxxxTHIS CRAZY WORLD HAS LOST IT'S MIND
xxxit's our fault ✸ oh, you can try and straighten it
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xxxxxit turnsyoumustbeswiftasit turns
xxxxxxxxxoh you can try and smother it !
BUT IT BURNS OH IT BURNS
this is for everything we had
xxxxxxxxxIT'S THE GOOD AND THE BAD
xxxit's the state of love and trust
and this is for you this is for us

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xxxx↘ sucker love ♚is known to swing
xxxxxxxxxPRONE TO CLING AND WASTE THESE THINGS
xxxpucker up for heaven's sake ✸ there's never been so much at stake
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xxxxxyour nameyoumustbeswiftasyour name
xxxxxxxxxcarve your name into my arm !
INSTEAD OF STRESSED I LIE HERE CHARMED
'cuz there's nothing else to do
every me and every you

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All the Avemgers were present - except Thor. Usually the god was on time, one of the first to arrive, odd, considering he came from another planet and all, but for some reason, today was the day that they were all waiting on him. Even Stark was here already, oddly enough. Everyone was just sort of twiddling their thumbs while they waitied.

Stark looked aggrivated, Natasha was a stone cold as ever, Banner didn't really seem to care - at least, he couldn't tell - and himself? He could wait as long as they needed to, but he was mostly worried about what Fury might do if the Asgardian didn't show up in the next couple of seconds. “Rodgers.” came the gruff voice.

“Yes Sir?”

“Since Thor seems to think that he can keep us waiting as long as he likes, there's a newbie on board. She should be here soon. You'll be giving her a tour until Thor arrives.”

“Got it.” He couldn't really tell the newbie much about anything. He'd been frozen for so long and then defrosted and practically shoved into a new, confusing world. It had changed so much since he'd last seen it. All this new 'technology' was the most confusing part; he felt out of place.

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Louise

a seven nation army couldn't hold me back

taking their time right behind my back

and I'm talking to myself at night

because I can't forget




There were moments like these, where she was at a loss about how to understand humans. Here she was, standing outside her TARDIS, in an underground spaceship. It was a spaceship! Technically, so was her TARDIS, but whatever. He'd seen that a million times, so it probably wasn't as exciting as it first was. He'd even said that seeing another spaceship would be interesting, but there he was - standing inside the TARDIS like he didn't want to come outside! Humans made absolutely no sense. They said one thing and did another; really confusing. Give her an alien any day. She huffed and crossed her arms, "Tobias." she said exasperated, "You had been very excited to see this underground spaceship and you're just standing there!"

The brunette was short, about five foot four - her boots only added two inches to that, but she still managed to look stern and maybe even a bit scary. "I don't get you humans. One moment you're all excited about seeing something alien and then when we get there you don't want to even get out of the TARDIS!" Tobias just stood there in his oversized shirt and said nothing. That wasn't helping things, the least he could do would be explain himself - but noooo, of course not. "Would you be so kind as to tell me exactly why you won't come out here?"

"I'd be happy to."

"Thank goodness." she said in one breath, "Your silence wasn't helping anything."

"I am not going out there, unless, there's nobody here; besides us of course." That made things much clearer; not.

"Do explain yourself Toby."

"You see, everywhere we go, you are always flirting with somebody -"

"Am not." she interrupted, "I have standards."

"- and it's getting a bit annoying. So that's why."

They just stood there, looking at each other, and it was obvious Toby was not going to budge. Louise sighed, giving in. "Alright, alright. There's nobody here." he raised an eyebrow, "I scanned earlier, okay?" With that he stepped outside, finally. She shut and locked the doors behind him before she set off with a cheerful, "Well! Come along Tobias Brennan! It's not everyday a human get's to see an underground and deserted alien spaceship!"

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xxxx↘ like a dream come alive ♚incredible
xxxxxxxxxA CENTERFOLD MIRACLE
xxxyou saved my life again ✸ constantly boy, you played through my mind
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xxxxxlike a symphonyyoumustbeswiftassymphony
xxxxxxxxxTHERE'S NO WAY TO DESCRIBE WHAT YOU DO TO ME !
It feels like I've be rescued I've been set free



She was very happy to see Castiel, for the first - and probably last time. She didn't understand where all of Londen's energy came from. She just seemed to run through all of the shops and still seem as perky as ever; she would never understand humans, and that was that. He took Londen away and then came back for her and they went away to a motel. Under less exhausting circumstances, she would have made some quib about how her motel room was better than this and that Londen would have been perfectly alright to stay there with her, but only for a night! But, she just really wanted to sit down somewhere anywhere.

She took her key from Cas and shot him a thankful look as he took some of her bags. As she looked over as Londen spoke, she looked incredulously. How - how could she hold that many bags and not -?! She had obviously underestimated her. She made a mental note not to do so in the future (although no promises). “I will.” she said in one breath. She already wore one of them, she felt a little ridiculous. Nessa opened her door and had stepped inside when Castiel spoke up.
“'Course.” she looked back rather surprised as if she had expected him to just walk in with the bags. She practically threw hers onto the bed before stopping and looking at herself. “I feel absolutely ridiculous.” she muttered, motioning to, well, her outfit. These high heels, which she was so glad she could walk in, this ridiculous long coat - well, okay, she liked it - but these pants. These would need some getting used to.

She flopped onto the couch, slouching quite a bit and sighing contentedly. Closing her eyes she burrowed beneath her scarf and her hands burrowed in her coat pockets. “Shopping should be a sport.” Why would humans subject themselves to such a thing? Thankfully she didn't need much, if any sleep right now, so just sitting here would be great.

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Evelyn Hadley
I've got smoke screens and fancy veilsxxxxI've got whistles and bells
xxI've got cards left up my sleevexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxnone of my tricks work on you
xxxxxxyou see right through them

The short brunette woke up from a nap in her apartment room. She quite frequently took naps, almost every day in fact. They weren’t especially long ones, but they were just long enough; cat naps, some might call them. Standing up she stretched her arms and her back before emitting a satisfied hum. The sun had been shining through the window and onto the couch today, which made for the perfect nap. Looking over at the clock she noticed that it was about time she got going. After all, it was almost when she should be off and looking after her usual charge.

She didn’t mind looking after the little girl, it paid and it wasn’t that hard. Just play her games, read her books and put her to bed before the parents came home. Her bare feet padded across the floor as she walked to get her coat, but she stopped when she came across a mirror. Her hair was little frizzy; grabbing the hairbrush, she brushed it a couple times before calling it good and grabbing her coat. She put it on and then slipped her feet into her shoes, opening the door; she quickly grabbed her purse from a nearby table and shut the door in one smooth move.

Once she was outside, she headed down the street and towards the house. As she approached it, she noticed there was someone standing near it. Hm; they didn’t look familiar at all. There hadn’t been anyone new in the town for quite a while – not since that guy on the motorcycle had popped up. Since she was walking towards his back, she assumed that he hadn’t noticed her quite yet. That would be wonderful, she grinned to herself. She managed to sneak up on people and startle them, a welcome skill. Perhaps he would be another she could have fun sneaking upon, for as long as he stayed here. “It seems to me that we have a new face hanging about our little place.” She said once she had gotten closer.


Wonderland


She was curious – of course, she was the Cheshire Cat, after all, why wouldn’t she get curious? She wouldn’t let curiosity kill this cat though, although if you asked her that was the most ridiculous thing someone could say, but anyway, they had a new person among them in Wonderland and he had holed himself up in one of the rooms. He never came out, at least, she never saw him come out of there. From what she’d heard, he was making hats one after another, never stopping. She hadn’t gone inside before now, for the simple reason that she didn’t get involved in other people’s business unless it suited her, or if it provided amusement. It was particularly boring around here, especially when you weren’t appreciated. No, she was usually viewed as a nuisance, causing trouble and playing tricks; confusing people with her riddles, and she didn’t mind that at all, actually.

But today, she’d change the fact that she hadn’t intervened in the Hatter’s business. Quietly she opened the door into the hatter’s room and crept inside. Hats were piled everywhere and frankly, she wouldn’t be surprised if some of the hats were burned or moved to another room in the castle to make more space. They were nice hats; that wasn’t the point though, there were many of them and even the Red Queen herself had to know when to get rid of some. Plucking off of a pile, she continued walking through the maze of piles to where the Hatter sat. Once she had found her way, she knelt down before him, hat upon her head and spoke – “You must have a critical eye for your own work, hatter, to make so many and still not stop. I dare say everyone in Wonderland could have one of your hats and perhaps a few to spare.” She looked from his work to him, waiting for a response, something that might make this worth her effort.

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Archie Hopper
I think I hear my conscience callingxxxxhello conscious how do you do?
xxI've come a long way to talk to youxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthese mixed emotions are much too strong
xxxxxxI hear you got a problem with the way I am

Well, Pongo had been fed and walked, and therefore played with and was happily resting on her bed. She would need another walk later in the afternoon, but for now she was fine. His morning appointments had already come and go, and he didn’t have any others for at least two hours. He was usually rather busy, between Pongo and his work, but he found himself with time to spare today. He wouldn’t bother going to check on his car, it would get done – maybe, there was a strange voice that was telling him it probably wasn’t. He was doing fine without it though, so it wasn’t a huge loss. He mainly walked wherever he needed to go.

Perhaps a visit to Granny’s Café would be a good idea. A cup of tea would be nice and Granny made a good one. Plus it had a nice atmosphere in the little shop. With that in mind, he exited his office and locked the door behind him. He carried his umbrella with him, although it never rained much in Storybrook, and had his other hand in a coat pocket. Before long he had made it to the café and opened the door, the little bell signifying that another customer had arrived. “Good afternoon Red, Granny.” he said, greeting the two women politely.

Another person sitting at the counter caught his eye. If he wasn’t mistaken, and he wasn’t (his glasses worked perfectly fine), that was Shiloh– from the car repair shop. “Good afternoon, Shiloh.” He sat down next to her and ordered what he came for – “A cup of tea, please.” he said to Red.



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He just didn't agree with them; his parents, that was. He didn't like what they were doing. The marionette show wasn't the problem, everyone enjoyed it. It was just that, after the show was done, they went and swindled people out of their money. They'd earned that money and then they'd come along and take it from them by using trickery. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to be a part of it, but it looked like he had no choice; it didn't feel right. They'd just swindled someone else again and this time he just wanted to go off and be alone with the crickets, or at least, not be around his parents.

He envied the crickets. They were free to do what they wanted, while he had to do what his parents said and be a part of this horrible thing they were doing. His thoughts were interrupted as someone walked up next to him and spoke up. He looked up and over at her. She didn't seem to mean any harm, if the small smile said anything. "Hello." he replied, still walking.