Tyranid Ripper Swarm, Hive Fleet Leviathan 12-Jul-2023

These new Nids are something else, eh?

Daily Drawing #54

Played with my TTRPG group last night, so drew my character The Behemoth. We did fight skeletons but actually I grabbed the necromancer and slammed him into a skeleton instead of this lmao. Just didn't wanna draw a whole extra guy.

We're playing Savage Worlds in the Rippers setting! Basically Victorian monster hunters. SW doesn't have classes but they're essentially a Barbarian, with a berserk ability and everything. Rippers specifically has this system of implanting body parts from supernatural creatures to give abilities and such, so Behemoth is a hand-to-hand fighter with werewolf claws. And is full of fiend's blood, and is abnormally big. I'm a sucker for dark experiments and body horror. I usually play magic users in DnD so I was purposefully trying to make a very different character. They've been pretty cool to play so far!

The Demigod, the Ripper, and the Heretic

Pairing: Legacies Sebastian x Ben x Male Reader

“This date is so boring, Luv,” Sebastian whines as he and Y/N drive on the roads of Mystic Falls. Y/N was in the driver’s seat as he rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s comment. “This isn’t a date, Seb. I told you I had a premonition of a car accident and a burned body in the middle of the road.”

“Then why did you invite me?”

“Quit complaining. I could just leave your ass on the side of the road.”

“You wouldn’t, Luv,” Sebastian said.

“Try me,” Y/N mockingly warned.

“You sure this premonition of yours is major? I mean I know they’re all major, but what’s so urgent about this one?”

“I don’t know. I just have this feeling that something important is supposed to happen. And with my uncle Alaric in a coma and Hope with her humanity off. We–I need a win right now. I need to feel like we’re doing something good and helping make someone’s life better,” Y/N said.

“We will, Luv,” Sebastian said. “Together.”

“Thanks Seb.” Y/N smiled as it quickly vanished from his face as they saw a crash site up ahead. The one from his vision. Y/N slowed down and pushed the breaks of the car as he brought it to a stop. Y/N and Sebastian got out of the car as they surveyed the car wreck. A red '75 Corvette.

It belonged to Kaleb, but there was no sign of the vampire–dragon hybrid. There was however, a body lying in the middle of the road, just like in Y/N’s premonition. Y/N and Sebastian rushed towards the body, as it let out a pained groan. The body was burned so badly that it was difficult to identify who it was.

“It’s going to be okay,” Y/N promised. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Y/N, Sebastian!” Both boys turn to see Jed limping out of the wreckage of the car. He had a gash on his forehead and he was clutching his left arm as it appeared to be broken. “Jed,” Y/N said as he ran to his friend and examined him and his injuries. Luckily, none of his wounds were life-threatening. He would be fine in a few hours thanks to his werewolf abilities.

“Jed, what happened?” Sebastian asked.

“Kaleb and I were hunting an Argus from a tip he got from a phone call and we were searching the woods for it when we came across a dead corpse with its skin and eyes gone,” Jed said. “We stopped the monster, and later on, the dead body got back up and That’s when we were on our way back to the Salvatore School to get the body some help when suddenly, Kaleb lost control of his car and wrecked it.”

“Why would Kaleb do that?” Y/N wondered.

“No idea,” Jed said as he walked closer to the corpse. “Are you alive?” The burned body opened its eyes to reveal that they were a bright blue as it gasped out. “Oh, good. You’ve got eyes now.” Y/N noticed the figure couldn’t speak. Only grunt and groan. “But no tongue.”

“All right, we should get you both out of here, then go searching for Kaleb when we come back,” Sebastian said.

“Too late,” a voice says.

Y/N, Sebastian, and Jed turn to see Kaleb walking towards them, dragon wings sprouting from his back. “Kaleb…” Y/N said as he got in front of the burned person and Jed, Sebastian at his side.

“This doesn’t concern you, Y/N, Sebastian, Jed,” Kaleb said. “This is between me and him.” Kaleb pointed to the burned man.

“Well, I’m making it my concern,” Y/N stated. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you need to back off, Kaleb.”

“Oh, I’m not the one you should be concerning yourselves with,” Kaleb smiled.

Sebastian frowned. “What do you mean, mate?”

“Umm… Guys?” Jed’s shaky voice could be heard as Y/N and Sebastian turned to where Jed was pointing his finger to. The son of Stefan Salvatore and his Ripper boyfriend looked up at a dark, shadowy figure floating a few feet above them. It opened its blood red, shining eyes as it let out an inhuman scream.

“What the bloody hell is that thing?! Sebastian gasped.

“It looks like a Fury,” Jed said.

“A Fury? Like from mythology? The dog-faced women from hell?” Y/N asked.

“Yup, looks like it.”

“That’s not possible.”

The Fury moved in closer as did Kaleb, and something tells Y/N that they weren’t after them, but the burned body on the ground. The question is, why? “Jed, get in the center with the body,” Y/N commanded as he and Sebastian stood in front of their opponents. “Seb, you stop Kaleb from hurting this person, and I’ll handle the Fury.”

“Oh, sure. Give me the one that can breathe fire from his mouth,” Sebastian joked.

“You’ll be fine. You’re older which means you’re stronger and can overpower Kaleb in a vamp fight.” Y/N looked into the Fury’s cold eyes. “I,on the other hand, have my work cut out for me, as I have no idea how to vanquish a Fury.”

Kaleb charged forward as Sebastian stepped closer too. “Kaleb, mate? Let’s talk this out.” Kaleb threw a punch that Sebastian dodged and threw one of his own, causing Kaleb to stumble back a bit at the older vampire’s superior strength. “You son of a bitch,” Kaleb said as his eyes glowed an amber color.

Y/N looked up at the floating Fury. “I don’t know why you’re after this person, but why don’t you just go back to wherever the hell you came from?” The Fury screeched out and something told Y/N it wasn’t hi. The creature flies fast forward as it weaves past Y/N and towards Jed and the body, its claws out. Just before it got to them; Y/N used his own vampire speed and strength to grab the creature just before it reached them, and threw it back. The Fury tumbled to the hard road as it got back into the air and snarled.

“That was me being nice,” Y/N warned. “Now it looks like we’ll have to do this the hard way.” Y/N made a fist and surged it upward towards the Fury as a stream of fire came out. It hit the creature as it began to wail and thrash at the flames on its body. Y/N thought that would have been the end, but the Fury charged once again towards the young Heretic. Y/N thrusted both arms out as a stream of powerful winds came out and slammed the Fury into a nearby tree as it fell on the ground. Y/N knew that the creature wasn’t finished yet. Not by a long shot. He needed to stop it right here, and now. Y/N waved both hands as the ground beneath them began to rumble and shake as a fissure opened up underneath the fallen Fury as Y/N could see the glow of molten magma under the earth’s crust.

“Say hi to Kai for me,” Y/N said as he blasted the spot of the opening with lightning as it cracked underneath the blast as the Fury fell through the hole and its screeches echoed off the walls of the cavern as Y/N closed the chasm back up.

The young Heretic turned to see Sebastian and Kaleb still fighting. Sebastian had the advantage in strength and speed, but Kaleb had the power. Y/N could see Kaleb’s eyes glow. Kaleb opened his mouth towards Sebastian, his throat filling with a glowing red glow. Y/N speeded toward them just as the dragon’s fire shot from Kaleb's mouth headed towards the older vampire. Y/N blew on the palm of his hand, creating a powdery ice that extinguished Kaleb’s attack.

“Kaleb, you have to stop,” Jed said.

“He made me wreck my car,” Kaleb growled as he looked at the charred man. He opened his mouth for another fire attack as Y/N formed a ball of water in his hand as he threw it at Kaleb, encasing the vampire-dragon in a wall of water. Y/N flung out his hand as he sent Kaleb out of the wall of water with telekinesis as the hybrid fell and rolled onto the road. Y/N carefully walked up to Kaleb as he groaned a bit.

“I’m sorry about this, Kaleb.” Y/N snapped his fingers as Kaleb became unconscious. Sleeping spell. Sebastian came strolling up to his boyfriend. “You couldn’t have done that in the first place?” Y/N rolled eyes, but smiled. “And miss the chance to save your sexy ass? Not a chance.”

Sebastian smiled filthy. “Oh, so you think my ass is sexy, Luv?”

“You know it is.”

Before Sebastian could reply, Jed interrupted. “Guys, I hate to break up your flirt fest, but we need to get out of here.”

“Right, sorry.” Y/N blushed as he walked back towards the burned body. Y/N knelt down towards the man, his clear blue eyes looking up at Y/N, curiously. There was something that Y/N felt when he looked into this man’s eyes. He didn’t know it at this exact moment, but this man was going to prove to be an epic kind of love for both Y/N and Sebastian.

Rippers - Sweet, sweet revenge

**English is not my main language, please forgive my mistakes*** Thump. The rhythmic sound of fists against a wall. Thump. Thump. The pungent smell of blood. The obscene sketch on the wall, a stain around the remains of a mangled head on a body. A red rose that blooms, blow after blow after blow. Thump. Thump. His knuckles now crimson against the brick wall. Leather gloves cutted, torn, worn. A furious, primitive and hoarse cry is lost amid the crackling of the flames. Satisfaction. Empty, bestial satisfaction.

Thump. Thump. “Should we stop him?” Bly's is the only whisper in a multitude of held breaths. All the companions are observing the violence of the masked man against the now lifeless body. While the leather suit tightens following the wriggling of the underlying muscles, no one dares to intervene. Everyone maintains the necessary distance, just as a deferential God maintains that distance from his faithful. Thump. Thump. "Do you want to go there?" Sir Grayson is the only one to respond with a low, deliberate grunt. He is intently observing the silver plating of his lighter. "It's revenge for him." Thump. Thump. Bly would sell his soul to agree with the old man, but he can't take his eyes off the scene even an inch. He feels his gut twisting violently and that animated tangle that is his mind take shape around an image - a roar of applause, a man with his face covered, with his own voice, the shrill laughter and a flash of bared teeth in a smile. Monocle rejoices, kicks and crackles like an animal excited by the massacre. Thump. Thump. Felicita passively digs into her bag without focusing on any visual detail, her nose almost pointed at the ground. The glow of the flames shines on her golden glasses and her feminine profile, illuminating her worried face with terrifying clarity. Thump. Thump. Hubert at her side breathes as if he is marking time, the sure rhythm of someone who has already experienced that fragment of life. His chest rises and falls regularly without a quiver, while his hand reaches out to Felicita's shoulder. Bly looks at him dumbfounded, without understanding how the massive man can remain absolutely indifferent in front of that macabre spectacle. Then, he notices his feet. The more Yurei delves into the bloody remains of his prey, the deeper his boots dig into the ground. It is not the weight of the man that leaves footprints on the pavement - if anything, it is the will of the earth that leaves furrows on the man. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thu-

There is nothing left to break down. With a gesture of pure anger, Yurei throws the rest of the corpse to the ground, releasing a muffled bark. No part of his body is exposed, his figure completely shrouded in layers of black leather, fabric and tarpaulin. Yet, Bly has the impression of being able to see behind the clothes and behind the dark mask - a body marked by burns, a contorted face. The narrowed blue eyes, the lips tensed in an exposed grin. A demon as a lone avenger. A madman who he chose to follow. With a sob, the doctor feels his heart sink into his chest. He lowers his head, hoping to escape judgment. If not to that of others, at least to his own. And he curses whatever God made Yurei what he is.

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Tump. Il rumore ritmico di pugni contro ad un muro. Tump. Tump. L'odore pungente del sangue. L'osceno schizzo sulla parete, una macchia attorno al rimasuglio di una testa maciullata su un corpo. Una rosa rossa in continua fioritura, colpo dopo colpo dopo colpo. Tump. Tump. Le nocche ormai vermiglie contro il muro di mattoni. Guanti di pelle ormai sfondati, consumati, lacerati. Un grido furioso, primitivo e rauco si perde in mezzo al crepitare delle fiamme. Soddisfazione. Vuota, bestiale soddisfazione. Tump. Tump. "Dovremmo fermarlo?" Quello di Bly è l'unico sussurro in una moltitudine di respiri trattenuti. Tutti i compagni stanno osservando la violenza dell'uomo mascherato contro il corpo ormai esanime. Mentre la tuta di pelle si tende seguendo il guizzare dei muscoli sottostanti, nessuno osa intervenire. Ognuno mantiene la debita distanza, come un Dio deferente mantiene quella dai suoi fedeli. Tump. Tump. "Vuoi andarci tu?" Sir Grayson è l'unico a rispondere con un basso, deliberato grugnito. E' intento ad osservare attentamente la placcatura d'argento del suo accendino. "E' la sua vendetta." Tump. Tump. Bly venderebbe l'anima pur di dare ragione al vecchio, ma non riesce a distogliere lo sguardo di un centimetro dalla scena. Sente le budella torcersi violentemente e quell'animato garbuglio che è la sua mente prendere forma attorno ad un'immagine - uno scroscio di applausi, un uomo a volto coperto con la sua stessa voce, la risata stridente ed un baluginio di denti scoperti in un sorriso. Monocolo gioisce, scalcia e screpita come un'animale infervorato dal massacro. Tump. Tump. Felicita scava passivamente nella sua borsa senza focalizzare nessun dettaglio visivo, il naso quasi puntato a terra. L'ardere delle fiamme risplende sugli occhialetti dorati e sul profilo femminile, illuminando con terrificante chiarezza il suo volto preoccupato. Tump. Tump. Hubert al suo fianco respira come se stesse scandendo il tempo, il ritmo sicuro di chi ha già sperimentato quel frammento di vita. Il petto si alza e si abbassa regolarmente senza un fremito, mentre la sua mano si allunga sulla spalla della compagna. Bly lo osserva interdetto, senza capire come l'uomo massiccio possa rimanere assolutamente indifferente davanti a quel macabro spettacolo. Poi, nota i suoi piedi. Più Yurei scava nei rimasugli insanguinati della sua preda, più i suoi stivali scavano profondamente nel terreno. Non è il peso dell'uomo che imprime impronte sul selciato - semmai è la volontà della terra che lascia solchi sull'uomo. Tump. Tump. Tump. Tu- Non c'è più nulla da sfondare. Con un gesto di pura rabbia, Yurei scaraventa il resto del cadavere a terra, rilasciando un latrato soffocato. Nessuna parte del suo corpo è scoperta, la sua figura completamente avvolta in strati di pelle nera, tessuto e tela cerata. Eppure, Bly ha come l'impressione di poter vedere dietro i vestiti e dietro la maschera scura - un corpo segnato dalle bruciature, un volto contorto. Gli occhi blu assottigliati, le labbra tese in un ghigno scoperto. Un demone nei panni di un vendicatore solitario. Un pazzo che lui ha scelto di seguire. Con un singhiozzo, il dottore sente il cuore sprofondare nel petto. Abbassa la testa, sperando di sfuggire al giudizio. Se non a quello degli altri, almeno al proprio. E maledice qualsiasi Dio abbia fatto di Yurei quello che è.

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Had a bad session. Felt useless and stupid, everything went wrong, no progress was made. I wasn't the only one failing, but idk exactly how my fellow players felt so can only speak for myself.

We essentially fell into a murder mystery without knowing why we were there, and not a single character in the party is a smart investigator OR charismatic face. We either failed every check or only rolled well on places that didn't matter and basically never learned anything. And then another NPC died and I got in a big argument with our DM PC. Behemoth's having a rough time.

His goofy ass in that plastic suit... he keeps getting away with everything

SAM HEUGHAN

THE COUPLE NEXT DOOR Episode 3

ENG: The young woman rhythmically turned the wheel of the zippo, the springs made a characteristic click. Sparks, but no flame. “Vivienne?” Silently, a word passed her lips pursed as she held the thin cigarette Bly made. A word by no means for a woman, but suppressed by her habits and by the attitude with which the family had formed her. Sure, up to a certain point... She tried again, holding the zippo closer to her and shielding it with her hand. Finally the accursed accessed with a vigorous blaze. Obviously Bly had gassed it to the brim, she thought sarcastically. She lit it, inhaling heavily and releasing a cloud of smoke. “Vivienne?” she heard again from afar. The faint voice of a little boy. "Coming, dear." She slipped the zippo into the hidden pockets under her long green skirt, which always seemed empty but were actually full of beads, skeins of sewing thread, colored buttons scattered around the Lodge. She had to keep a certain composure but in reality she was an avid collector of colored trinkets, no less the brooches that she placed in her hair styled as best she could. Looking back on it—and she checked a minute pocket watch to be sure—it was nearly noon. Why did he call her? She followed the railing of the balcony up to the narrow wooden stairs covered with a beautiful red carpet, in the typical bright color very dear to Venice. With graceful steps and barely lifting her skirt, she walked down and straight to the source of the voice. "What happens? Canteen trouble, Raven?” The child adopted in Austria by the Lodge and now grown into a young adolescent, wrapped in his raven-like overalls, shook his head vigorously. She saw him roll his eyes in surprise. "No, it's just... how, is it lunchtime already?" “I think the waitresses are about to put pots on the tables. Hot the way you like them.” Vivienne smiled confidently, seeing his small clear eyes light up with happiness. "But tell me." “Oh, and is there dessert too today?” the little one exclaimed, before stopping again. “No, sorry, I'm lost. I can't continue with my project. It seems too complicated..." "Which? The potato shooter?” "The other. The flamethrower that doesn't explode with you when you use it." “Oh, that.” The girl rolled her eyes with a half smile. The Frazers had a certain calling for desert death, she knew. Possibly devastating everything, she knew. But getting to those levels was foolish and counterproductive: Allen, what the hell had he thought when he had commissioned those contraptions? Definitely to use them actively ... and this was why she was making arrangements with Jonathan for the maintenance of the lodge in Venice. Mina did not resent it, but the ex-lawyer Harker, mentor of the Old Guard, was decidedly more familiar and less hostile. A matter of taste, she supposed. “Tell me, what's wrong?” "It is too big! It must be wearable, but I don't know how to reduce the size of the tank and the ignition, and then it should emit a continuous jet of fire but there is the problem of overheating the components and…” “For goodness sake, Raven. You know I don't understand any of these things." "But Vivienne, you know how to create those barriers to defend yourself from shots at a distance, I thought you could, I don't know, recreate that magical effect by touching the inductors that would connect..." Vivienne broke down for a moment bringing her hands to her temples. She was starting to get confused by the boy's lively babbling, and as much as she wanted to help him, with all the good intentions in the world she still wasn't prepared to carry on a long conversation with an enthusiastic little Caped Crusader. “Darling, you need to explain in simpler terms, I already told you,” she whispered, but she was saved in time by the reprise of Raven—who had absurdly short breath times—by the knocking of the kitchen bell. "Lunch is ready!" the utterly happy, blond teenager announced, almost hopping in place. She gave her half a second and she saw him running towards the delicious target, disappearing from her sight at the first corner towards the west halls of the great building. Vivienne sighed almost relieved; she narrowed her eyes and inhaled—but her cigarette had already gone out. A "Damn!" ran away from her, but fortunately the hall was already empty. Presumably everyone had two legs and normal moving speed, so Bly would take a while to get off. Time to light up and slip away to the refectory, before Hubert got up from wherever he was sleeping (strictly on the floor) and began his considerable bulk between the doors, or a very sleepy Grayson returned from the dark caverns under construction of his abode to spend some time in male company. She argued again with the lighter, looking around to decide where to leave it. The icy figure - actually endowed with less coldness than she wanted to show - her green eyes looked for a flat surface on which to leave it in sight for the Doctor, and she found that the piano was an excellent, highly visible shelf. She let out a sigh as she got closer, because she also saw her well-placed Tarot cards, left there for some time gathering dust. "Sorry, old friends." She closed her eyes, seeing the magic within them come to life as she reached out for them. She portrayed her with a grip on her heart: the San Giorgio did not see well this practice of an illiterate witch, but it was her uncle who taught her to help her better channel the magical energies when she still did not have a mentor. Then Jean Jaque in turn had considered it an excellent method of focus. Who knew what America would have in store for its comrades, too? In a rush she grabbed them and hid them in the back of her pockets, where no one could see them. She pulled yet another "Damn" realizing that the cigarette had gone out again. She switched it back on and set the zippo upright on the piano where she was sure Bly would see it before heading towards the kitchens with the vague satisfaction of having won for once, turning the cards over and over between her fingers. ITA entry 7: La giovane girò ritmicamente la ruota dello zippo, le molle fecero un click caratteristico. Scintille, ma niente fiamma. “Vivienne?” Silenziosamente, una parola passò sulle sue labbra increspate per tenere la sottile sigaretta fatta da Bly. Una parola affatto da donna, ma sopressa dalle sue abitudini e dall’attitudine con cui la famiglia l’aveva formata. Certo, fino ad un certo momento... Ci provò di nuovo, tenendo lo zippo più vicino e facendo scudo con una mano. Finalmente il maledetto si accede con una vigorosa fiammata. Ovviamente Bly l’aveva riempito di gas fino all’orlo, pensò sarcasticamente. Accese, inspirando pesantemente e rilasciando una nube di fumo. “Vivienne?” sentì di nuovo da lontano. La flebile voce di un ragazzino. “Arrivo, caro.” Infilò lo zippo nelle tasche nascoste sotto la lunga gonna verde, che sembravano sempre vuote ma in realtà erano piene di perline, matasse di filo da cucito, bottoni colorati dispersi nella Loggia. Doveva mantenere un certo contegno ma in realtà era un’avida collezionista di gingilli colorati, non meno le spille che poneva tra i capelli acconciati alla bell’emmeglio. Ripensandoci - e controllò un minuto orologio da taschino per esserne sicura - era quasi mezzodì. Perchè chiamarla? Seguì la ringhiera del balconcino fino a delle strette scale in legno ricoperte da una bella moquette rossa, nel tipico colore luminoso molto caro a Venezia. Con passi aggraziati e sollevando appena la gonna, si diresse giù e dritta alla fonte della voce. “Che succede? Problemi alla mensa, Raven?” Il bimbo adottato in Austria dalla Loggia e oramai cresciuto in un giovane adolescente, avvolto nella sua tuta dai tratti corvini, scrollò la testa vigorosamente. Lo vide alzare gli occhi con fare sorpeso. “No, è che... come, è già ora di pranzo?” “Credo che le cameriere stiano per mettere le pignatte sui tavoli. Bollenti come piacciono a te.” Vivienne sorrise confidente, vedendo i piccoli occhi chiari illuminarsi di felicità. “Ma dimmi pure.” “Oh, e c’è anche il dolce oggi?” esclamò il piccolo, prima di interrompersi di nuovo. “No, scusa, mi sono perso. Non riesco a continuare col mio progetto. Mi sembra troppo complicato...” “Quale? Lo spara-patate?” “L’altro. Il lanciafiamme che non esplode insieme a te quando lo usi.” “Oh, quello” La ragazza sollevò gli occhi al cielo con un mezzo sorriso. I Frazer avevano una certa vocazione alla morte nel deserto, lo sapeva. Possibilmente devastando tutto, lo sapeva. Ma arrivare a quei livelli era sciocco e controproducente: Allen, che diavolo aveva pensato quando aveva commissionato quei marchingegni? Sicuramente di usarli attivamente... e questo era il motivo per cui si stava organizzando con Jonathan per il mantenimento della loggia di Venezia. Che Mina non gliene volesse, ma l’ex avvocato Harker, mentore della Vecchia Guardia, le era decisamente più familiare e meno avverso. Questione di gusti, supponeva. “E dimmi, cosa non funziona?” “E’ troppo grande! Dev’essere indossabile, ma non so come ridurre le dimensioni della tanica e l’accensione, e poi dovrebbe emettere un getto di fuoco continuo ma c’è il problema del surriscaldamento dei componenti e...” “Per l’amor del cielo, Raven. Sai che non ci capisco nulla di queste cose.” “Ma Vivienne, tu sai creare quelle barriere per difendersi dai colpi a distanza, pensavo che si potrebbe, non so, ricreare quell’effetto magico andando a toccare gli induttori che collegherebbero...” Vivienne si scompose un attimo portandosi le mani alle tempie. Iniziava ad essere confusa dal vivace blaterare del bimbo, e per quanto volesse aiutarlo, con tutte le buone intenzioni del mondo non era comunque preparata a supportare una lunga conversazione con un piccolo, entusiasta Crociato Mascherato. “Caro, devi spiegarmi con termini più semplici, te l’ho già detto” sussurrò, ma venne salvata per tempo dalla reprise di Raven - che aveva tempi di respiro assurdamente brevi - dai colpi della campanella della cucina. “Il pranzo è pronto!” annunciò l’assolutamente felice, biondo adolescente quasi saltellando sul posto. Mezzo secondo e lo vide correre verso il prelibato obbiettivo, sparendo dalla sua vista al primo angolo veso le sale ad ovest della grande costruzione. Vivienne sospirò quasi sollevata; socchiuse gli occhi e aspirò - ma la sigaretta si era già spenta. “Accidenti!” le scappò, ma fortunatamente la sala era già vuota. Presubilimente tutti avevano due gambe ed una velocità normale nel farle andare, quindi Bly ci avrebbe messo un po’ a scendere. Tempo di accendere e defilarsi nel refettorio, prima che Hubert si sollevasse da dovunque si fosse messo a dormire (rigorosamente per terra) e iniziasse la sua notevole mole tra le porte, o che un Grayson molto assonnato facesse ritorno dagli antri bui in costruzione della sua dimora per stare un po’ in compagnia maschile. Litigò di nuovo con l’accendino, guardandosi attorno per decidere dove lasciarlo. L’algida figura - in realtà dotata di minor freddezza di quanto volesse dare a vedere - cercò con gli occhi verdi una superficie piana su cui lasciarlo in vista per il Dottore, e trovò che il pianoforte fosse un ottimo, visibilissimo ripiano. Si lasciò sfuggire un sospiro quando, avvicinandosi, vide anche i suoi Tarocchi ben riposti, lasciati lì da un po’ di tempo a prendere polvere. “Mi spiace, vecchi amici.” Chiuse gli occhi, intravedendo la magia che li permeava prendere vita mentre allungava una mano verso di loro. La ritrasse con una morsa nel cuore: i San Giorgio non vedevano bene questa sua pratica da strega illetterata, ma era stato proprio suo zio ad insegnargliela per aiutarla ad incanalare meglio le energie magiche quando ancora non aveva un mentore. Poi Jean Jaque a sua volta l’aveva considerata un ottimo metodo di focus. Chi poteva sapere cos’avrebbe riservato l’America ai suoi compagni, inoltre? In un impeto li prese e li nascose sul fondo delle tasche, dove non poteva vederli nessuno. Tirò l’ennesimo “Accidenti” accorgendosi che la sigaretta si era spenta di nuovo. La riaccese e posò lo zippo in piedi sul pianoforte, dov’era sicura che Bly l’avrebbe visto, prima di dirigersi verso le cucine con la vaga soddisfazione di aver vinto per una volta, girando e rigirando le carte tra le dita.

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