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So, that was it, then? They won? Two...or three...or four? -- where the hell had the actual giant come from? -- huge ass statues, a little supernatural bowling, and poof? All better?

Well. Daisy knew better than to complain...though she was still pretty pissed they hadn't gotten to reek havoc on both of the freaky Egyptian pair. The first had taken a Grand Slam-esque swing at Artie -- and if the elf thought Daisy was just going to let go whatever she'd done afterward, she was sadly mistaken -- and the second had left him with a sizzling gash of back and red spread across his shoulder blades. For as much as the hellhound pissed her off, she wasn't so deluded as to think she had a great number of friends outside his bulky as. She liked Henry, and she really like Veti. But she never saw Henry, and Veti had Tiny Vamp, and soon enough she'd have Max back, and Daisy's debt would more or less be paid, and then it would just go back to being her and Artie, and that shit would be boring as hell if Artie was dead.

But everyone seemed to be heading in one direction, away from the remaining Anubi and the giant stone beetles waddling alarmingly quickly in its stead, so Daisy followed, settling on throwing a heated glance at the thing that had tried to cut her dog in half. Bitch.

On the other side of the portal, things were all whining and good fortune, clinking glasses, bleeding all over the place, blah blah blah. Daisy didn't take much interest in this. She knew she could heal Artie once things slowed down, and as long as Veti wasn't hurt, not much else mattered to her.

Except fucking C3PO.

It had taken her a long time to sort through his little comment about Transformers and Girl Scout cookies, and afterwards, she wasn't quite sure how to feel.

For one thing, she'd been out-snarked, and she had the creeping suspicion that hadn't even been on purpose.

For another, she was pretty sure the Aluminum Asshole had just referred to her as a fucking Girl Scout. And she didn't even have a comeback!

She just sort of stared at him, gaping in an uncomfortable combination of disgust, admiration, and shock until she realized she had nothing to say. For, like, once in her life. Death. Whatever.

And then she realized she liked him, which was just fucking terrific, because she only had room for about three people/werewolves/things in her life she didn't completely despise, and she was not at all in the mood to make room for another.

Finally, exasperated, she threw her hands up and ran them through a mass of debris-filled pink curls. "This is the lamest vacation I've ever taken," she muttered. "And that includes Demon Fox Island."

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I'm working on my post and reading...Team ColdAsBalls is in need of a mass airlift, while Team ChaosInEgypt chooses to solve problems via snark and witty banter.

Just...one more time, have we been over how much I love you people? Because it's a lot. Like, so much.

ALSO YOU GUYS IT'S KIND OF WARM OUTSIDE SO I AM HANGING UP LANTERNS AND PAINTING MY DECK FOR FUTURE ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION AND NIGHT READING even though they don't have fireflies this far west =(

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I should have a post up tonight as well. Yay team!

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You are SO sweet, Grainy, and my favorite everything. I'm working on reading, though I'm actually having a fantastically difficult time sitting through more than one sentence. Not because of the writing, you are all beautiful, tropical fish at words (name the reference), but because I'm in a tizzy of nonprofit induced euphoria and also caffeine.

I should really stop talking. But these posts are stunning, all. I love everyone. Everyone.

EDIT: Adam is so goddamn cute it hurts.

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Hello, beautiful people I have missed you all and I love you and also have had quite a bit of caffeine because 24 hour online fundraisers mean very little sleep for the person running the social media but we got our matching grant and that $15,000 goes under Dot's checklist for the year and now I am thrilled and very awake so perhaps I shall post unless I shouldn't. =D

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Alright, that's all done. I should say I work late these next two days, so I may not be about. I don't imagine holding anything up too much, but Grainy, feel free to move Daisy and Artie on if need be. =)

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First there were falling rocks, and then there were flaming rocks, and yeah, it had only been a few minutes, but Daisy was so totally over Egypt already.

"Oh. My. God," she muttered to herself as the first dog-statue-thing erupted into murder-y shards directly over her head. "Are not these things, like, forever old? Can we maybe act like adults and not throw rocks?"

And then several things were happening at once. To his credit, Artie saw the danger long before Daisy did. To hers, it was mostly because she was staring in annoyance at the Graphite Giant, who had clearly not gotten her joke. Which was of course just totally par for the course. She wasted all her best material on these people.

"Figures," she grumbled, seemingly obliviously to the increased chaos tumbling on around her. "I -- "

Artie came from nowhere, bowling them both over with his enormous mass. Daisy swore again, but it was lost in a mouthful of sandstone.

It wasn't exactly that Daisy was hard to kill. For one thing, she was already dead, so that counted against her. Or for her, depending on how you chose to look at things. She certainly wasn't invincible, by any stretch of the imagination. In general, she was afforded all the same protections mortals were, depending on her form...which, at the moment, was that of a pink-haired teenager. Highly susceptible, in other words, to falling rocks and gouts of flame.

Fortunately, being dead had its benefits. Chief among which was an inherent ability to give no fucks over wounds of the 'flesh'. Mostly because that flesh was sorta immaterial already. Lose a limb? Well, that was kind of a bummer, and you should probably be more careful next time. There would be pain, and even loss of blood, because on this side, you had a job to do and a reputation to keep. But on the other side, injuries meant nothing, not even to mortals. You were dead or dying already. What was a splinter going to do? It was a neat trick to be able to disappear for a few moments and come back, if a little exhausted, then with all four limbs intact.

There weren't many members of B&H that could do her any really lasting harm. The immortals would have a better chance than most. The fucking mummy could throw a wrench in the works. And as much as she was certain she hated her, she wasn't so foolish as to think the necromancer elf was harmless. Daisy had a decent hold over Death herself, being dead and a Reaper. But those that could stand on the warm side of the line and still control Death? That made Daisy a little antsy.

But it was the Wight that really scared her. Well. 'Scared' was the wrong word. Not because it didn't fit the situation -- it did, along with words like 'terrified', 'alarmed', 'disturbed', and 'petrified', as well as the modifiers 'the ever-loving shit out of' -- but because it was a stupid word, and she liked it about as much as she liked admitting to her fear.

Of course, that was neither here nor there. Right now, 'here' was half-smothered under her giant, overprotective mutt of a hellhound, and 'there' was relative safety...just beyond Veti's incessant shouting, and beyond that, the voice of God(dess)Bird echoing loud in her head.

"Oh. My. GOD," Daisy grunted again as she finally dragged herself from under a still-growling Artie, both of them more or less no worse for wear. "Why are we all yelling?"

So, giant stone/metal dude had already bolted. Only silence from him. The mummy was gone, too, which was kind of hilarious, maybe he was being crushed to mildly-attractive death by these giant ass beetles the sexy bird had warned about.

Her only real answer was from Artie, who said nothing, but instead ducked to scoop her onto his broad back. And she didn't argue because the statue-thing's sword had left a gash splashed across his back the length of her arm. That shut her up. Mostly because she wanted to kill something. And Veti was still screaming, and that made her nervous.

Artie found himself by the werewolf's side a second later, for once towering over her as he sniffed around her intrusively and Daisy rolled her eyes at the show of concern...while subtly glancing over the werewolf herself.

"What?" she demanded impatiently, still apparently, like, way too cool to be bothered by the carnage around her. "Why is everyone shouting? It is too hot for that shit."

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AmongHeroes said
^ This made me lol.

I feel like I've accomplished something huge here.

Igraine said
Oh so sorry Dot >< Well... Just don't get you fired, hon. *gently gives the temple massage of serenity* I've been know for the awesome neck and shoulder rubs too. Serenity now hon, serenity now...

Welllll, I guess it's not *all* bad. I do get to go on a fieldtrip tomorrow with our two-year-olds. Not even as a chaperone -- as a photographer! That means I play with them while they're adorable and happy, and then hand them off when the poop/cry/any combination thereof. #winning

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I'll try and get a post up tonight, too. I meant to go yesterday, then fell asleep on the keyboard. Work is being a cruel bitch this week. My coworkers are looking into a reverse Obama Anger Translator lest I get myself fired before Friday.

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