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March 10, 2013

Flesh and blood is by *GentlemanAnachronism.

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Published: Jan 21, 2013

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Because.

Mutantsverse, darker side thereof - [link] for the 'verse, [link] for more of the darker ones.

Any questions, ask away -this is a deliberately obscure piece, so not knowing the whole of what's going on is pretty damn understandable.

EDIT: Okay, I have literally just got back from a LARP event, and....arghohgodsflail. Thank you so so much for the DD - am pretty sure it's undeserved, but hell, all of the thankings (more coherent thoughts when I haven't just clicked on my inbox and discovered sudden bizarre amounts of message)

Mutantsverse (being my take on a 'verse created by =IllustratedJai)

Sandbox
Conversations Overseas 1: [link]
Conversations in the Sandbox 1: [link]
Conversations Overseas 2: [link]
Conversations in the Sandbox 2: [link]
Conversations Overseas 3: [link]
Conversations in the Sandbox 3: [link]
Conversations in the Sandbox 4: [link]
Conversations Overseas 4: [link]
A Mouthful of Sand: [link]
A Mouthful of Sand: Coda: [link]
The Little Things: [link]

Moving On
Home for Christmas: [link]
Medal: [link]
Aftermath: [link]
Perceptions: [link]
Flesh and blood: you are here
Nightmares: [link]

Politics

Face-off (Pelita): [link]
Face-off (Mal): [link]
Safe: [link]

Formalities and Family: [link]
Lies to tell small children: [link]

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