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Olalla nodded darkly. There had been this weird moment where it felt as if she was half standing out of her own body. As if another world laid straight over her own. The realm of Lord Trash. Which felt as if it was just out of reach. And as fast as that gut-churning feeling had happened, it had vanished. Like fog in the wind.

Robert was looking so badly that even Ravi was considering to get more then a blanket. Probably a pillow. Though Robert said he did not need it. Even though he seemed to be collapsing at any moment. Olalla moistened her lips when she heard his unfinished question. She had buried the huge, black dog Renata had died as in the graveyard next to the grave of her husband. She had assumed Renata might have wanted that.

Olalla’s mind took a few seconds to catch up on who Maggie was again. Her grandmother. The news felt like a heavy stone. “Well, aren’t that glorious news!”, Hyde snarled in her usual sarcasm and her head twitched away. Lips curled, she tsked through her teeth. Schooling her face and railing Hyde back in to get into a more natural reaction, she rasped: “I am sorry for Maggie’s death. And I appologise for my less then appropriate reaction. I cannot always control when these ticks happen.”

Robert did not hear her, head leaned back against the armrest, eyes shut tightly. He was probably somewhere in dreamland by now. And likely would not wake up in the next few minutes. Olalla would not even try to wake him up. Instead her steel gaze focused on Hills as she listened attentively to what she had to say.

Her mind was racing and organising the information; already planning five steps ahead. You did not grow up with a man like Dance as a father and not pick up some of his strategic abilities. Olalla remarked: “Maggie still should be buried. But we can do that. We don’t need an ambulance for that.”

She pushed herself of her seat and began to march in circles. Fingers on her lip, Olalla stated: “What we should worry about, is MIO. They are not going to let us rest, even though we just did them a massive service. Moreover Dance is not an idiot. He will find a way to get out of MIO headquarters. And Tenebrae will develop a new plan. That battle is far from being over.”

Her fingers raked through her golden curls, thugging at them. Again her lips trembled into a snarl, a suppressed growl almost. “If only we knew what they were plotting.” Eyes glowing feverishly, Olalla turned her attention back to Ravi and Hills. “Who’s that Lily you’ve been talking about? Isn’t that Robert’s little girlfriend?”

Robert’s head lolled against the chair, his jaw twitching. An enormous shape was rampaging towards him through the green verdant trees. The skies above were an impossible blue. The air was singing, whispering to him, and the scent was of the forest strong in his nostrils. It was unlike any forest he could remember, and yet familiar, as if he had lived in it his whole life...

“An ambulance is the traditional thing to call,” Hils pointed out. “We need a doctor to tell us, yes, she’s kicked it all right, and sign his little papers. And then the police will show up and we’d better hope they don’t ask us what’s in the basement.” She flopped down against the sofa. “Oh Max, we need you.”

“Captain Dance was out like a light when they took him, and the woman followed them without question. She wouldn’t be parted from him. Not that they’d let her, after she shot... um, Lily. But I don’t think she was Robert’s girlfriend anymore. She works for them.”

The thing was almost upon him now, coming up over the crest of the hill, breaking branches and scaring up songbirds. Robert braced himself. He wouldn’t run. This was where he was supposed to be. An offering. The trees burst apart and

Hyde sat up in the chair, a roar in his throat. Not the ear-shattering keen of the incubus, nor yet his bellow of rage, but a primal force that made the windowpanes shake and rattle. It was over within moments. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back into the chair.

The air shimmered and sparkled, and then that died down too.

AU roulette? from nothingtohyde

AU/Verse Roulette||Accepting.

V: New Gatekeeper.

Olalla did not know how you drove a car. Or at least she did not do it very well. Sure, she knew the basics and how to manoeuvere the car from A to B, even how parking worked, but the traffic road act was a whole different story for her. Which meant she likely got more then one confused and panicked look from passer-bys for the speed she used in London was definitely not meant for the inner part of the city.

Finally after wrestling the car into a parking spot in Robert’s street (and hitting the hooter a few too many times by accident), she finally banged the door open and stormed towards Robert’s house. Even though the fight on Lord Trash’s heart had taken place in London, Olalla had still felt the searing pain wave when it had been destroyed. At least she praid that this feeling meant the heart was destroyed.

The thought of Lord Trash having regained his powers and a potential way of returning to the human world terrified Olalla. While Dance had always told her to rejoice in this moment for it meant their power had finally returned, they would regain their old glory, Olalla was fully aware of the cost. What monsters called the Golden Days was a world of peril for the humans. A peril, the Jekylls and Jeziquels were meant to prevent.

Which was why Olalla had to be sure that Robert was alright. She halted at his door and rang the doorbell. She rose her fists to be ready for anything that came out of this house and did not turn out to be her brother. Oh, for Pan’s sake, be alive!

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#c: Olalla: never run from a fight #c: Ravi: cleverer than Bulstrode #c: Hilary Barnstable #c: Jekyll: science is better than magic

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#inspiration: between the devil and the deep blue sea #music #video #caravan of thieves

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#inspiration: between the devil and the deep blue sea #music #video

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Olalla’s tense position dropped in a huge sigh of relief. “You are alive”, she said, “You are alive. Thank God!” She was almost tempted to throw her arms around Robert and hug him tightly, but somehow she was not too sure whether that gesture was allowed.

Olalla and Robert had been seperated for such a long time that the family bond they shared, now stood on very shaky grounds. Both still had to figure each other out, had to learn where the boundaries were. What was deemed appropriate and what was not. Besides Dance had never been much of a hugger, so even the notion of a hug felt kind of bizarre for Olalla in retrospective.

“I assume the heart is destroyed?”, asked Olalla, promptly cutting to the chase as she entered the house. The old Jekyll place. Dark, gloomy and heavy with family history and secrets. It was hard to yet find traces of the current family inhabitants. It was hard to find something that clearly made the place Robert’s.

Her eyes flimmered as she noticed how drained everybody looked. On the couch laid a young woman with a round face, wide, weirdly dusty eyes and short curls. Her lips were pale and she looked like she had just survived a murderous case of the flue. Ravi seemed to have lost weight and one of his eyebrows had a break in it as if something had burned it off.

Robert too did not look too good. He seemed to be particularly weak on his legs and probably could have slept for hours if he got the chance to. Olalla quickly grabbed one of the chairs and manouevered it, so he could have a seat. “How’s everybody? What precisely happened? I only recall feeling this massive wave of energy and then some kind of rage, cloaking the Jeziquel’s family church, before it faded away. You did not receive any colleteral losses, right?”

An uncertain, boyish smile flashed on Robert’s lips at her enthusiasm. And here he’d been, doubting her motives. “Yes, I’m alive. I am…” The smile died. “Yes… Hyde crushed the heart. Nearly killed us all doing it.”

No need to ask how Olalla was. Her eyes had the Hyde fever glint and she moved with all the strength and grace he remembered. He was about to protest the chair when his legs decided, actually, this would be a good time for a sit down. Ravi looked about as if he wanted to find another blanket, but Robert shook his head. He wasn’t an invalid. “How is– No, no, you can tell me later.” He fought down a yawn. His bones felt cast-iron heavy. “I think… it was different for everyone. A shift. As if… another world, or worlds, overlaying ours for a moment. And Lily… Maggie. The MIO. Olalla, Maggie…”

“She died,” said Ravi quietly. “When you came to the door, we thought it was the ambulance, come to take her to the morgue.” He glaced up at the stairs. “Though… I do not think Carson would let them take her away.”

Robert blinked himself awake, but almost as soon as he did his head lolled back against the chair, and he knew nothing more.

Hills pushed herself up on the couch. “Those MIO chaps showed up, took away our Tenebrae friends. And that Lily.”

AU roulette? from nothingtohyde

AU/Verse Roulette||Accepting.

V: New Gatekeeper.

Olalla did not know how you drove a car. Or at least she did not do it very well. Sure, she knew the basics and how to manoeuvere the car from A to B, even how parking worked, but the traffic road act was a whole different story for her. Which meant she likely got more then one confused and panicked look from passer-bys for the speed she used in London was definitely not meant for the inner part of the city.

Finally after wrestling the car into a parking spot in Robert’s street (and hitting the hooter a few too many times by accident), she finally banged the door open and stormed towards Robert’s house. Even though the fight on Lord Trash’s heart had taken place in London, Olalla had still felt the searing pain wave when it had been destroyed. At least she praid that this feeling meant the heart was destroyed.

The thought of Lord Trash having regained his powers and a potential way of returning to the human world terrified Olalla. While Dance had always told her to rejoice in this moment for it meant their power had finally returned, they would regain their old glory, Olalla was fully aware of the cost. What monsters called the Golden Days was a world of peril for the humans. A peril, the Jekylls and Jeziquels were meant to prevent.

Which was why Olalla had to be sure that Robert was alright. She halted at his door and rang the doorbell. She rose her fists to be ready for anything that came out of this house and did not turn out to be her brother. Oh, for Pan’s sake, be alive!

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#c: Jekyll: science is better than magic #c: Olalla: never run from a fight #c: Hilary Barnstable #p: keeper of the gate #c: Ravi: cleverer than Bulstrode

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A Necessary Step on AO3, a Lily double-drouble / mind the warnings

#i #ii #iii #iv #v #Lily Carew #my fics #ficlet

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“Don’t worry. I’m not thinking of him as the son I never had. I am still a lawyer. And Robert needs a lawyer. Only we have to find him first.” – Maxwell Utterson, ITV’s Jekyll and Hyde, “Mr. Hyde”

#Max Utterson #gifs #did you have to show come on

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#Renata Jezequiel

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#wolf #photos #c: Renata Jezequiel

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#Mojo Juju #Catch a Fire #songs #youtube #music #Bella Charming feels

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Solo to tie in with The Keeper of the Gate thread.

Lord Trash's heart beat, and beat again. Hyde was moving impossibly fast. Screams. Bella grabbed Lily, pulled her away from that foreign woman's bullet. A pulse. It passed through Bella as if her flesh wasn't even there. And then it wasn't. She was standing, but her body fell heavily into the dusty floor, folded together with Lily's. Bella looked around, a strange calm upon her. Bodies littered the lab. Not a mark on any of them, except Lily. Bella hadn't been fast enough. "It's because we’re disconnected from our nervous systems," said Lily, standing beside her. "No more hormones pumping panic to our little mammal brains.” “Are we dead?” “I don’t know.” There was a little crease of worry between Lily’s eyebrows. “I may be, soon.” They waited a while, to see a pillar of light, perhaps, or a gate opening below their feet to swallow them down. “Where are the others? Is it just us that are left like this?” “I don’t know.” “Well fat lot of good you--” Bella’s throat gurgled, coughed as her nervous system restarted. Around her, people stirred. Clean slate. Not so clean after all, you bastard. Bella pushed off the ground with growl.

#solo: I can do this on my own

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IO Pan

#Pan #art

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WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE?

Tagged by @neverrunfromafight

Tagging anyone who wants to do it!

Robert Jekyll:

Glass Cage

You feel disconnected from the world around you. You can see everything, everyone can see you, but you're not really there. No one can really communicate with you, can they? You're isolated, even when you're around people you're alone.

You want desperately to be close to someone, but you're afraid of what will happen if you shatter your glass prison. You don't want to let someone in, you don't want to leave, and it's a constant battle of your own will.

It's easier to be alone, where no one can hurt you... Isn't it?

Comment: “It isn’t myself I worry about hurting.”

Robert Hyde:

Flowers

Your pain takes the shape of flowers, or something else beautiful and free. You can't help but see what you don't have in the beautiful thing, can't help but feel pain as you see what you're missing out on. Maybe you even wish that you could just be happy and surround yourself in flowers, but you can't, because each time you see them it's like a reminder of the empty hole you carry.

They say that pain is beauty... Right?

Comment: “What a load of absolute horseshit. I like pretty things just fine. Just ask Bella.”

#c: Jekyll: science is better than magic #c: Hyde: I won't be joining any clubs #meme: good followed by lord

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It did not take long for the door to open. Robert Jekyll’s shadowed eyes widened. “Olalla.” Almost immediately his hands went up in a placating gesture. “It’s all right. No-one’s here but us. Come on in. Ravi, it’s Olalla.” That last was directed into the drawing room.

Even as he did so, just for a moment, Robert’s shoulders tensed and his jaw tightened. She could be here to look for her foster father. She could have been sent in to finish the job. But, no—she was family. She wouldn’t hurt them. She’d proven that much. He breathed out and stepped back.

In the drawing room, Ravi sprung to his feet. Beside his chair, on the couch, under tartan blankets, lay a pale copy of Hilary Barnstable, paused in a tableau of receiving a cup of hot chocolate from the boy’s thin-fingered hands. Her mouth opened, then closed upon whatever comment she might have made. She looked tired to death, entirely unlike her usual self. Robert imagined he didn’t look much better himself.

The one time he longer for Hyde, for his callous indifference, his rampaging anger, his dark side felt further out of reach than ever.

AU roulette? from nothingtohyde

AU/Verse Roulette||Accepting.

V: New Gatekeeper.

Olalla did not know how you drove a car. Or at least she did not do it very well. Sure, she knew the basics and how to manoeuvere the car from A to B, even how parking worked, but the traffic road act was a whole different story for her. Which meant she likely got more then one confused and panicked look from passer-bys for the speed she used in London was definitely not meant for the inner part of the city.

Finally after wrestling the car into a parking spot in Robert’s street (and hitting the hooter a few too many times by accident), she finally banged the door open and stormed towards Robert’s house. Even though the fight on Lord Trash’s heart had taken place in London, Olalla had still felt the searing pain wave when it had been destroyed. At least she praid that this feeling meant the heart was destroyed.

The thought of Lord Trash having regained his powers and a potential way of returning to the human world terrified Olalla. While Dance had always told her to rejoice in this moment for it meant their power had finally returned, they would regain their old glory, Olalla was fully aware of the cost. What monsters called the Golden Days was a world of peril for the humans. A peril, the Jekylls and Jeziquels were meant to prevent.

Which was why Olalla had to be sure that Robert was alright. She halted at his door and rang the doorbell. She rose her fists to be ready for anything that came out of this house and did not turn out to be her brother. Oh, for Pan’s sake, be alive!

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#c: Jekyll: science is better than magic #c: Olalla: never run from a fight #p: keeper of the gate

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{ Send me a title from this pulp fiction title generator and I will create an AU or starter for our characters based on it }

#meme: good followed by lord

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{ Send “bloody murder” for our characters to stumble upon a corpse }

#meme: good followed by lord #and we're open for business

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Headcanon Dump

also on the static page. All headcanons are subject to change as per thread and my partner’s own headcanons--they are only given as “canon” for my RP when they don’t contradict my partner’s needs or interpretations.

Psychology

Robert Jekyll always wanted to be a good boy. So when he felt frustration, anger, improper desires, or greed, he pushed it down and chose to do the right thing instead. That’s what a good person does, isn’t it?

But because he is a Jekyll, all those feelings that seemed to disappear so conveniently went on to feed his other half. Anger became the sole domain of Hyde. So did lust, selfishness and arrogance. Now, as an adult, Robert Jekyll is unable to process those feelings without Hyde whispering just beneath his skin, pushing for a way out. He cannot feel anger, not as himself. Romance, to him, remains a pure thing, affection and admiration unmixed with sexual feeling. He still feels passion, of course—for his work, and for the people he loves so innocently, but he is confined to certain areas.

Pan is strong in Hyde—he is driven by a desire for fun more than anything else, though the violence undercuts it. He is not incapable of empathy or affection, the way Jekyll is incapable of those feelings that run high when Hyde is in control, but he makes no pretense of extending those to the general population, as Jekyll does.

Mythology

The Devil is real. So is Pan.

Centuries ago, the Jezequiels were cursed by a powerful devil to transform into hunting dogs, at will and sometimes against their will. Eventually the family turned to the God Pan to help ameliorate their condition. They had to become beasts, but beasts are not naturally monstrous—they can be neutral, neither vicious nor self-sacrificing. So Pan blessed them, just as the devil had cursed them. The Jezequiels and Jekylls still change, but now they are equal parts Pan and Demon, and it is individual to each Hyde how their demonic/divine side develops. The more a Jekyll, or Jezequiel, comes to grips with their violent and bestial sides, the more humanity will be accessible to them in their changed form.

As the Devil is real, so are angels. As Pan is real, so is Vesta, Juno and Hermes. So are the Fair Folk, mermaids, djinni and all number of divine and magical beings. A supernatural world of varied forms lies everywhere, only just hidden from human view. It is this the MIO has worked so hard to suppress and downplay as fairytales and superstition. While both MIO and Tenebrae speak interchangeably of monsters and old gods, they know the difference. There is Khepri, the god, and then the reaper bug, a servant of Khepri--a monster. Gods exist in their own worlds, and grow stronger with belief and worship, and monsters get their power from gods, whether they know it or not.

Gods can be a mixed bad, good and bad to them are only human gradations--but devils are only able to do evil. They cannot exist in any other capacity.

MIO and its international counterparts had an immense hand in the misinformation campaign that turned the complexity of this reality, where the supernatural bisects the natural, into one where nothing exists but scientifically curated reality and lies. The uptick in interest in the supernatural and psychic in the west--Theosophy, ritual magicians like those of the Ordo Templi Orientis--has made their job harder, and the old gods stronger.  

Patching up plotholes

Why does Robert have a different accent than the brother he grew up with?

Growing up in Ceylon, going to the same English school as Ravi, Robert was intensely aware of being the only white boy in class. He had been made aware of it early enough. A white boy speaking with an Indian accent? Whenever he slipped naturally into the cadence, his English teachers told him to stop acting up and the other boys beat him up for mocking them. So Robert learned to stick to the accent he came with and meticulously maintained it by mimicking the teachers.

Why didn’t Tenebrae use Olalla to open the jar that held Lord Trash’s heart?

I buy the theory/headcanon developed by Miss T here: That Hydes are part devil and part Pan (see above re: mythology) and that Olalla got most of the devil part, while Robert got the Pan part. It was Pan--a god--that was needed to open the jar.

#worldbuilding: monsters Mr Sackler #headcanons: a book within a book

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And someone will say what is lost can never be saved

#Jekyll & Hyde ITV #gifs