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  by Negaduck 3 hours ago

  "I can't believe you!" hissed a red-faced Negaduck, steam inexplicably shooting from his ear canals. "How dare you keep this from me! ME of all people!"
  
  But he was not venting over some creepy unknown caller, rather he was snarling at his offspring.
  
  With little choice, however, he was forced to play her game. Up the bookshelf he climbed. Shelf by shelf. Ready to grab the little demon brat and/or his hat the moment they came into reach.
  
  And here began one of life's most important lessons for his brood. The angrier you make somebody, the more likely their judgement is going to fail. And Daddy was one awfully powerful example...
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  by Kachka 1 day ago

  “I see.”
  
  She wasn’t sure how to take the news of Negaduck’s disappearance. Of course the general rule of thumb was, the less she saw of him the better. But right now she was sitting on a heap of vengeful fury and she really would have liked to unload it on him. Ah well.
  
  “Eh, maybe he will be back for you to wring soon enough.” Gesturing at the fence of cigarettes in Malicia’s bill she added, “And I'm sure these will be helpful, calming you down for the moment."
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  by Kachka 1 day ago

  “Yeah, didn't think so,” Kachka commented sourly and went to open the windows wide. No matter how many cigarettes she went through on any given day, she still preferred her home to not smell of cold smoke, thank you.
  
  “So, uh... You gave up on that baby-thing for the moment?”
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  by Negaduck 2 days ago

  Shesh, he heard enough of that out of their mother.
  
  Initial shock passed quickly into furious determination. He dropped the coffee. Rolled up his sleeves. And threatened, maturely, with a growl under his breath,
  
  "Nuh uh, you give ME that...!"
  
  Followed promptly by a full bodied lunge. You couldn't go softly-softly with these kids.
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  by Kachka 3 days ago

  “Riight...”
  
  Carefully taking a step back – that look in the demoness' eyes made her just a little uneasy – Kachka reached into her back-pocket and produced a crumpled little box that still contained a handful of cigarettes. For some strange reason her cigarette-boxes were always crumpled and half-empty, no matter in what state they went into her pockets.
  
  Somewhat warily she offered the open box to Malicia, in the manner of someone offering a treat to a half-tamed animal.
  
  “Could you take your smoking outside? The fire escape is very comfortable...”
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  by Negaduck 3 days ago

  Nothing like home. Which was why he was being so careful to avoid it.
  
  While it was not unusual for Negaduck to disappear for a night or five in a row, what was unusual was for him to be creeping through the hideout, three sacks of stolen coffee under one arm. Such a small reward but he wouldn't have risked THAT upstairs if it wasn't worth it.
  
  Tiptoeing across the loungeroom, the exit was only ten metres away. Then five. Then two. He wasn't a master of stealth for nothing.
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  by Lilly Teal 3 days ago

  "Malicia! Mal, sweetie, calm down," Lilly said in worry, holding onto her shoulders. "What's the matter? Look, just sit, alright? I'll... I'll get you some tea. With lots of sugar."
  
  LOTS.
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  by Poison Ivy (Pamela Ingrid) 3 days ago

  "Why am i not surprised," she thought to her herself, her emerald orbs glancing briefly upon the fiery vixen. Malicia McCawber: self proclaimed demon queen of the city, weapons dealers and also plant destroyer. Responsible for a majority of tree incineration and apparently taking on a new role. Motherhood. Pamela looked at the three 'children' persay...without the wings, fangs or demon claw, one would make them out to be adorable. If adorable is the word to call them. "You have a set of nice....babies," Pamela curled, pushing up her fake glasses. After all, she had to keep her guise on.
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  by Negaduck 4 days ago

  Some after one chaotic hatching, things had mostly returned to normal.
  
  There was a plot in the works to be sure, which was normal. Somebody had been missing the previous few nights, dropping right off the radar, but that was normal as well.
  
  What wasn't normal was the following morning, the warehouse had been completely emptied of coffee. No caffeine. How could they POSSIBLY cope?!
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  by Poison Ivy (Pamela Ingrid) 4 days ago

  St. Carnard had changed considerably throughout the months she had been gone. She should hardly recognized it, with many posters of new faces appearing on the walls. "New" to her at the least. She had locked herself up in the greenhouse for months working on a chemical project of hers. But today, she wasn't going out as Ivy, but as her 'alter' and former self, Pamela. Dressed in a black skirt, red top and jacket to match, as well as red heeled shoes and fake red glasses to complete the outfit, she walked down the streets, seeing new shops and business she hadn't seen before. "Such a drastic change. Hopefully this screwed up town still has it's quirks."

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