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  1. Summary

    Humor and Drama and Adventure, oh my! Stories, drabbles, and long winding narratives from all across the realms of fandom.

    Various ideas, scenes, conversations, and character studies. The title comes from that book most US elementary school students have to read: From the Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. You know, the one where they live in the Metropolitan Museum of Art for about a week?

    All stories are unrelated unless stated otherwise.

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    A look at Voldemort's Inner Circle Death Eaters, in a universe where they are (and always were) deeply loyal to their master.

    One part angst. One part humor.

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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    The Watchers of today may record the tale of immortals but what did they look like in the beginning?

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    27 Mar 2018

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    Or did the title instead originate from someplace else. Perhaps in a fledgling organisation of storytellers inviting the Eldest Storyteller of them all to share his life, love and despair. To speak about the harsh winters when ice covered the land. Of boats built to brave the oceans storms. Of lush rivers later dried up. Of stories that had long since been left to the dust.

    The Eldest may have been an immortal but he was also one of their own.

  2. Public Bookmark 68

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    “Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don’t believe, no one will.” – @NightValeRadio, 7/4/13, 9:28 AM

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    27 Mar 2018

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    He settled in and relaxed.

    He really relaxed.

    He didn’t fall asleep, per se, but he was warm and comfortable and entertained and he lost track of time. Then it was closing time and he found his eyes were still lazily tracking Joe to make sure everything was all right and it was.

    All was right in Methos’ world right down to a warmth that he hadn’t felt in centuries. It was the warmth of worshippers at his temple.

    And didn’t that thought wake him right up.

    What in the world…?

    A human who believed in him had given him drinks and music…

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    Methos wasn't certain how old he was.

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    27 Mar 2018

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    How long ago had that been? Forty thousand years? Fifty thousand? Two hundred thousand?

    Not that anyone could tell by looking at him. No one would associate Adam Pierson with what people now called Cro-Magnons or Neanderthals.

    Which was just as well. Because if they did realize that he might well be close to a quarter of a million years old, they might also grasp how he'd won every swordfight in that length of time.

    Quite simply, he hadn't.

  4. Public Bookmark 13

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    MacLeod tries to solve an art mystery while Methos tries to help star-crossed lovers.

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    09 Mar 2018

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    In which Methos on a white horse is...exactly as terrifying as you would expect:

    His fortune changed in seconds. From out of the forest came a spectre from another time. A mounted man with spear and shield, he lacked only a helmet to be a Roman cavalryman. The white horse and light colored clothing made a ghostly contrast to the dark trees behind. A sudden wind set the forest to whispering and stirred something wild in Joe's blood. Sweet Mother of God.

    ...

    “Do you think you can stop me with a spear and a horse?” Pouchet mocked.

    Methos laughed. It was not a mild sound. It sent shivers down Joe's back.

    “Oh, M. Pouchet,” he replied, “don't get me started.” His smile was not mild, either.

    What the hell? Joe snapped back to the real world. This was Adam! Wasn't it?

    Pouchet, who was much closer to the smile, stumbled backward a step.

  5. Public Bookmark 8

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    The Highlander and the Old Man fight. In truth, this time. No second chances.

    Dark little thing

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    08 Mar 2018

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    when Duncan struck he struck, even still, at his friend. He struck with heavy heart, and pained eyes, and all the anguish of a broken heart. He struck, not to cause pain, but to end it. Not to harm, but to finish.

    Methos, built of single purpose, struck to win.

    He caught the katana on the downward sweep. Not with the sword, but with his hand, by the hilt, stepping full into range. Caught the arm, deflected the blow. Not away, but in. Into him, onto him, in the place of his choosing. The cutting blade swept through his shoulder, clove for his chest, the pain appalling, the pain immaterial. Duncan, with a hoarse shout of shock, of visceral horror, tried to pull the blow, tried to twist the blade aside. Caught in Methos’ ribs, an otherwise killing blow, the katana failed to move.

    Methos did not. Holding his enemy’s weapon caged in his body, fearless, immortal, deathless, he caught his own sword from his clenched, bloodily hanging right arm, gave it to his left, and raised it. Quick and clean. Merciless, as Duncan stumbled, still caught in horror, and fell to his knees before him.

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