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FFM6: Words and Phrases
Joker threw himself to the ground, cursing roundly. If he could remember his word, he could be terrible. No, he would be goddamn delightful to anyone within a ten mile radius. He would be able to get anyone to do something for a chance at a prize, even if the odds were stacked against them. He, the holder of both the Dice of Chance and the Cards of Fate, had the power to be fantastic.
That was, if he could remember the goddamn word.
Deceit was ignoring him, plucking weeds from the dirt and feeding them directly to a hybrid of sorts that sat beside her. Some sort of fire lynx with wings didn't take it's eyes off of him. As if Joker would be the next meal.
"Deceit."
She ignored him.
"Deceit your overgrown cat is staring at me."
Discarded grasses were given to the hybrid. It did not look away from Joker.
"Deceit seriously that bag of fluff is staring at me, make it stop," He grumbled. He then rolled onto his back, spreading out his arms. Joker was bored; he needed something fun. Something
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FFM 5: Questions, Questions, Questions
Brendan grumbled, tapping his foot on the ground. He stared directly at the one way window in front of his table. At least, he assumed it was a one way window, and he was the wrong side of it. Instead, it was a mirror showing his ruffled hair, and a flannel covered with bits of feathers.
The officer had left 23 minutes and 6 seconds ago, by his count, and Brendan hated waiting. He hated it. And he had no idea where Cameron was. His brother belonged at his side, not vanished into wherever he may have been.
He should have been here, he should have been here, he should have been there.
Brendan ground his teeth unhappily. There was a salty sand sort of taste on his tongue, and he couldn't seem to escape it.
Twenty four and thirty, twenty four and thirty one, twenty four and thirty two-
The door opened and the sound of boots on concrete made him sit up straighter. It wasn't an officer.
"Brendan."
"Deceit." It was a greeting, barely, and more a question.
She held up the keys to his cuffs. "D
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FFM4: Bad Choices
Deceit marched into Osiris' office, angry and averting her gaze from the god. He choked on his coffee, and applied a glamour - least he kill the mortal.
"What are you doing here." He asked, surprised.
"Why the fuck did you allow someone to collect a soul that could not be gifted." Deceit practically vibrated with anger. "Jonathan collected a soul that was not for sale, and processed it." She spat. "You are going to find it."
He looked at her. She still wouldn't look at him - perhaps for some sort of self preservation. Osiris wasn't sure.
"Who was sold?"
"Merci." Deceit's foot began tapping, as she'd stopped pacing. It seemed to bother her more, not moving. "A minor who doesn't have control of her soul for several more years."
"Oh dear." Osiris stood, summoning a Prince of Hell to fetch the young Cayhadi soul from whichever canister it had been placed for holding. "What did she sell it for this time?"
"It's almost 38 degrees Celsius." Deceit huffed. "So my brilliant sister sold it for a
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FFM3: Pollen Counts
Docerus grumbled, shoving bricks of sod down in an organized manner, trying to erase signs of chases and mild chaos. The party had left. He had chased hobgoblins back to the external exit of the basement, and locked them in. Then, for spite, he had buried the door in various flower pots.
The Dendrobium had burped bubbles in Docerus' face for his trouble. He grumbled. Plants were the worst.
The Lady of the house had reversed the various summons performed by the young Lady of the house. There were no traces left, aside from battered grass starters and tuffs of fur where it shouldn't be. She had taken Alyves for medical attention, as he'd sported a very solid set of bite marks.
Leaving Docerus, her loyal grounds keeper, to clean up the rest of the nightmare. The centaur grumbled, going about his tasks. He could see the young charge still working to place scrap bricks around the tiny shed set aside for his use. He frowned.
There was a ditch. Docerus was very certain that there was no such
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FFM2: Help Wanted Ads
Myth slipped out the open window, landing with only a mild inconvenience after a six story drop. With an easy roll, he was up again and ignoring the possibly bruised or broken ribs under his thick cloak, and briskly headed in the opposite direction of sirens, jumping a fence in the process, and cutting through a couple alleys.
He was going to think better of taking jobs posted on the internet, oh yes. Anonymous payments wired to his account from accounts that didn't exist, asking for him to break into the home of a Senator for Hell's version of a grand council. Elected grand council. Shoved in his side, up against his aching ribs, was a little black book of strange glyphs that would howl like the wind, spitting sand whenever the book was opened.
Really, it was a strange book that he didn't seem to be very comfortable holding very closely. Already, his shoes were filled with sand in an area of cobblestone streets and somewhat maintained brick alleys. Myth wasn't sure when he'd last seen
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FFM1 : Summoning
Deceit came to a full halt, having stepped outside at the worst time possible. There was more chaos happening in the back yard than she could account for. Plants were hiccuping bubbles and coughing a weird combination of glitter and confetti. The hobgoblins had escaped their basement dwellings, and struck by Alice - each of them wore a tiny suit in various pastel colors. They were slamming upon or together against trash can lids, barrels and... a sewer pipe? Deceit was unsure, however that was the least of her concerns.
There was a few large cats currently chasing Alyves, his hooves cutting into freshly laid sod as he tried to evade the predators. Docerus was right behind them, screeching words of what Deceit could only explain as some weird love child of Gaelic and Greek. His hooves dug into the ground even deeper than Alyves, ruining the already maimed sod.
Deceit groaned. She was going to have to replace everything, again. Someone was going to have to pay for that.
She spied Damon,
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Does the silence matter to you 
the way it does to me?;
a cold, fast feeling that breathes 
    -- and when you breathe you sink and that reminds me:
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        precious, 
        straight,
        and steady,
    but my tongue is 
    as plump and firm as the ripest strawberry.

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saying smoke is light and pillowy 
but time is nauseating. 

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through my dam of detachment
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and i desperately try to retrieve them
yet they wind up staining starlight masquerading as people
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my hope suits your skin tone
my love compliments the perception you look out of
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or that i’m anything above rotting wood
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you make storms look like stories
you make crying look like porcelain dolls
you make everything look like it’s a piece of wonderful
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Joker threw himself to the ground, cursing roundly. If he could remember his word, he could be terrible. No, he would be goddamn delightful to anyone within a ten mile radius. He would be able to get anyone to do something for a chance at a prize, even if the odds were stacked against them. He, the holder of both the Dice of Chance and the Cards of Fate, had the power to be fantastic.

That was, if he could remember the goddamn word.

Deceit was ignoring him, plucking weeds from the dirt and feeding them directly to a hybrid of sorts that sat beside her. Some sort of fire lynx with wings didn't take it's eyes off of him. As if Joker would be the next meal.

"Deceit."

She ignored him.

"Deceit your overgrown cat is staring at me."

Discarded grasses were given to the hybrid. It did not look away from Joker.

"Deceit seriously that bag of fluff is staring at me, make it stop," He grumbled. He then rolled onto his back, spreading out his arms. Joker was bored; he needed something fun. Something that would make him remembered, and yet something that would trip up every drunk and stoned being from here to Buddy's Laundry Mat.

He paused, a thought occurring to him.

"Why does Buddy's Laundry Mat always have a large pool of drunks and Johns surrounding it?" He asked.

"It's a limital place, shares the same physical space as a bar, and a brothel." She responded.

She responded. Joker sat up, a grin claiming his face in an unusual way.

"What's my word?"

Deceit cursed in a language Joker didn't know. He frowned. He was a Godling. A Demi-God. How was there a language, a word he didn't know. He narrowed his eyes and stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to kill him." He spat.

"Play nice and don't destroy Etna's fine china." Deceit warned.

It only took Joker ten minutes to locate Newt, thanks to some fairly annoying moving walls. Joker did not understand why they just moved at random. It was like a maze.

Newt sipped from his teacup, entirely ignoring him.

"What did you do." Joker accused roughly.

"What?" Newt's expression did not change.

"You - You did something." Joker spat.

"I did nothing." Newt assured his fellow Godling.

"Sure." Joker agreed, and struck Newt square in the jaw. "And neither did I."

"Joker, sweetheart." Etna smiled at the pair, her eyes flashing dangerously. "What do you want?"

"I want my goddamn word back, and the languages I cannot seem to remember anymore!" His words were followed by a half dozen more curses in one language before he paused, growled, and started cursing in another language.

Etna's expression narrowed. "Newt?" Her voice was silky, but Newt wasn't swayed.

"I did nothing."

"Sure you didn't." Deceit verified, waltzing into the kitchen with a basket of fresh herbs. They were placed on the counter, and the sink turned on automatically as Deceit pulled off her dusty gloves. "Just like you don't-"

"Alright I give!" Newt surrendered quickly, panic clearly evident on his face. "Joker has his languages back, and he can bet again."

"OH MY LORDS, IT WAS BET." Joker screeched, his mood turning on a dime. "BET. SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WORD. TIME TO GO SHARE IT." He was gone before anyone could advise him against it, the door slamming behind him.
FFM6: Words and Phrases
FFM Links - 6 July 2018

Aliens erase a single word from existence. No one can remember that word. - by NamelessShe
a garden of wilted flowers. - by @TheSkaBos

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There were missing words, but it's all Godlings being an ass to each other. No aliens. There's a garden, and some wilted flowers. 
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Brendan grumbled, tapping his foot on the ground. He stared directly at the one way window in front of his table. At least, he assumed it was a one way window, and he was the wrong side of it. Instead, it was a mirror showing his ruffled hair, and a flannel covered with bits of feathers.

The officer had left 23 minutes and 6 seconds ago, by his count, and Brendan hated waiting. He hated it. And he had no idea where Cameron was. His brother belonged at his side, not vanished into wherever he may have been.

He should have been here, he should have been here, he should have been there.

Brendan ground his teeth unhappily. There was a salty sand sort of taste on his tongue, and he couldn't seem to escape it.

Twenty four and thirty, twenty four and thirty one, twenty four and thirty two-

The door opened and the sound of boots on concrete made him sit up straighter. It wasn't an officer.

"Brendan."

"Deceit." It was a greeting, barely, and more a question.

She held up the keys to his cuffs. "Do you need these?"

"No." He admitted, sliding his hands out of the metal bracelets with some ease. "Why are you here?"

"Are you complaining?"

"Not yet." He backed off, but there was something. How had she known he'd be here. Why was she here.

"Good. We've been summoned." She announced, like that changed anything.

"But-"

"And don't worry about the thing with the moon." She turned, shoving her hands in her pockets. "It was a lot more paperwork than I wanted, but it's back in the sky where it belongs." She assured him.

Brendan frowned, but followed her. Clearly, she knew everything. Somehow.
FFM 5: Questions, Questions, Questions
FFM Links - 5 July 2018

They watch from the other side. - by fyoot (Year 2010)
Try not to destroy the moon again. I don’t want more paperwork. - by Ag-Cat

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Deceit marched into Osiris' office, angry and averting her gaze from the god. He choked on his coffee, and applied a glamour - least he kill the mortal.

"What are you doing here." He asked, surprised.

"Why the fuck did you allow someone to collect a soul that could not be gifted." Deceit practically vibrated with anger. "Jonathan collected a soul that was not for sale, and processed it." She spat. "You are going to find it."

He looked at her. She still wouldn't look at him - perhaps for some sort of self preservation. Osiris wasn't sure.

"Who was sold?"

"Merci." Deceit's foot began tapping, as she'd stopped pacing. It seemed to bother her more, not moving. "A minor who doesn't have control of her soul for several more years."

"Oh dear." Osiris stood, summoning a Prince of Hell to fetch the young Cayhadi soul from whichever canister it had been placed for holding. "What did she sell it for this time?"

"It's almost 38 degrees Celsius." Deceit huffed. "So my brilliant sister sold it for an ever filling bowl of lime sherbet."

"I... uh... wow." Osiris frowned, and thought about it for a few moments. "I can't say I blame her."
FFM4: Bad Choices
FFM Links - 4 July 2018

Selling your soul for a bucket of sherbet ice cream seems a little extreme. - by SkullHunter900 (Year 2013)

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