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The female doll, having gotten tired of trying to fight without actually hurting the other doll, set her sights on Fulgrim. Dropping her sickles, she ran over to the man and clamored onto his shoulder. The other doll, upset by loss of his sparring partner, dropped his weapons and ran over to Fulgrim and clamored up to his head where he began to tug at his hair. "You stupid dolls!" came Illyena's voice, who quickly ran over to her dolls an snatched up the one who was pulling Fulgrim's hair. She shook the doll violently, and when she stopped the doll was completely limp, now having returned to it's inanimate state. "Sorry." Illyena said, tossing the doll over the shoulder.

The coffee grinder was gone, and Devin hoped that none of the employees would notice its absence. Of course the minute they attempted to make coffee, most likely for themselves, it wouldn't be there for their usage. Instead, now there was an extra fork, that when found, people would wonder how it came into being. Devin hoped that no one would notice the disappearance of the coffee grinder until morning, when they would all assume that someone stole it, though for what purpose, who knew? The manager would know, and Devin trusted him to keep his little secret from the rest of the employees.


Life was hard as a mutant, particularly if you had Devin's mutation. With the help of Pacis Salus, he had learned to control what matter he copied, although it was still hard to handle at times. Like if he fell over, and grabbed at something, like a table, then hit the floor with the same hand. Voila, a new table. Maybe I should become a business man. Then I could sell rare pieces of art, or furniture to people. Devin thought with a slight smirk. But that wasn't what he wanted. You could say that he was happy with his life, unlike Tess, who was now locked up or worse. Devin didn't agree with the way the case had turned out, but he didn't want to get himself into a mess. Well, maybe Tess was innocent, maybe he wasn't. Or maybe he just wants to think that he is.

With a slightly glum expression, Devin carefully picked up the new fork, still cautious, although he now knew that he could create anything more out of that. Looking around surriptitiously, he dropped the fork in a basin of less than savory water, hoping that no one would notice the extra peice of silver ware that had appeared into the sink.

Logan nodded with a sigh, before pulling out a voice recorder. When he knew he didn't want to keep information in his head, but knew that they would need it, he would record his findings and then forget them. "Nicola Erwin, Attacked and killed.. blow to the head, first..." he went off into low murmurings as he followed Hulliame down. He finished just as he got to his car, and then he headed back to HQ to work on paperwork he would need to turn in to make sure information was confirmed, and such. He forgot the pain of the woman's death as he drove, and was more relaxed when he arrived back at his office.


Mal watched Fulgrim as he spoke, her irritation at being bored disappearing a little, and she even became amused as the puppets climbed onto him, smiling slightly up at him. She shook her head lightly and rolled her eyes before taking a bite of her food. "If you go around telling every human you see that, Fulgrim, the higher-ups won't like you as much." she teased, then looked over to Illyena for a moment, before shrugging to herself and eating her food.

Candice's calmness did stand out to Will. He still remembered how in Pacis, the girl was seemingly bouncing off walls. He supposed age had matured most. He himself was included. Maturity and sincerity varied from person to person though. Unfortunately, unlike Candice, Will still retained most of his younger personality.

"Oh?" Will grinned. Happy? And whatever does that mean? "Gee, Candice. He's cute," the musician commented. "He's a male version of mini-you." Will attempted to pat Matthew on the head.

Seeing Candice and her son made Will curious and what Candice had gone through between now and the last time he saw her.

Another thought popped into his head that ruffling his hair hadn't changed his appearance that much if Candice had recognized him after so long.

"The usual, I suppose," Will answered in response to Candice. "I'm a traveling musician. I'm actually here for a performance later this week. You?"

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"It's not all of them that are like that, just the puppets, the ones who follow the will of their underlings who demand zealotry, they think by indulging them they'll stay in power, but really all it's doing is hurting our cause and weakening this organization."
He let out a sigh and continued on to answering her question.
"Yeah, it's been slow, but it almost seems as one of theose calm before the storm kinda slows, like something big is gonna go down and we'll have no idea until it's way to late... I think there's something more than simple talks happening in those meeting rooms"

Will struggled to contain his surprise as Matthew bit his hand. Will normally got along with children, but apparently this time, it was different... unless a bite was Matthew's typical way of greeting others. "... I see.... whoa there, little guy." Will withdrew his hand and noticed that there were now faint teeth marks on it. I wonder who his father is, if he bites people too! Ha, probably not...

Will nodded and smiled to Candice. "You sound happy that it's working out. Photographer? Sounds fun. Catch anything interesting?"

Well, Candice's laugh hasn't changed, Will thought relieved that the girl hadn't made a full 180 degree personality change. However, Will felt some remorse for his former classmate when she mentioned that the father had left. At least, she still tried to maintain a happy demeanor. Was saying that she was happy meeting classmates a cover up? But it was nostalgic meeting former classmates. He was here to meet them as an excuse since he was going to be performing anyway.

Will chuckled lamely. "Well, Candice, I see you aren't!" He sighed and decided to add on a straight answer with a smirk. "It depends, Candice, and I'm still single!"

The teen trumpeter had now given up playing with Matthew splashing happily in the fountain, and so there was no longer any music in the atmosphere.