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"Laundry? Check. Dishes in the dishwasher? Check." Hades held a curled parchment in one hand and a feathered quill in the other slowly checking off items listed on the paper. His throne room was dark and drab as ever though knowing that Persephone would be around a little bit longer so that he could get back into the groove kept him motivated and productive. "Pick up prescriptions? Check. Make Macbeth a deal the can't refuse? ...Not check. Right." He snapped his fingers and made a fist, "I knew I forgot something."
In a puff of black smoke Hades left the Underworld.
MacBeth mac Findlaech had been a thorn in his side for decades. He had never been pleased with those odd sisters for enchanting him- and that gargoyle creature Demona- with eternal life without checking with him first. It was possible he might have gone along with it but currently it meant that he had been cheated out of two souls which should have been his to claim long ago. He supposed that both of them over the years had done their part to help his numbers, Demona especially, but that was little consolation to him.
It wasn’t difficult to locate Macbeth. As he was one of the few individuals who couldn’t die but wasn’t a god or other supernatural and immortal being, he had his people keep quiet tabs on his whereabouts and activities. Hades wouldn’t call himself paranoid exactly but given his own ambitions to deseat Zeus he didn’t like to take chances. Considering his recent incarceration he felt his precautions were justified.
Macbeth’s primary home now was a rather fancy chateau in France. Though he was aware of Macbeth’s ancestoral home in Scotland he knew that he didn’t spend a whole lot of time there for whatever reason. If Hades had access to an isolated castle he’d be there in an undead heartbeat but then he and Macbeth were clearly two different people.
Except possibly, in one way.
Hades allowed his form to appear just outside the doorway to Macbeth’s mansion, not bothering to cloak his appearance in any way. He was there on business and there was no point in any sort of charade, fun as it might be. Macbeth wouldn’t be amused and he preferred he remain amiable to his presence. Brushing a hand over his fiery head as though he might smooth his flaming hair, he reached out a hand and tapped out a sprightly rhythm on the door with his knuckles.
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on May 21, 2014 23:03:20 GMT -5
Macbeth mac Findlaech, the man known to most as Lennox MacDuff, did not like sitting around doing nothing. Yes, he had the time to simply lounge, but he very rarely did so. Generally, when he had free time, he was fencing or practicing his sharp-shooting, or making sure his businesses were well run, among many other options that required action.
However, tonight, he'd decided to sit down and read a book, a work of fiction based on the life of his wife, Gruoch. It was much more accurate than his friend Shakespeare's play had been, but there were still some glaring inconsistencies.
He and Gruoch had married for love, after all, and he'd never been unfaithful to her. Yes, there had been others since then, but she had been dead for decades before he even thought about anyone else in a manner remotely similar, at all. But she had been his great love, and he doubted he would ever find someone else quite like her, even if he lived quite literally forever.
That wasn't quite true, though. If he lived forever and if he kept hoping and trying, he would probably be able to find someone that was quite like his dear, dead wife.
Macbeth was still pondering this line of thinking, instead of actually reading his book, when a device at his belt beeped. With a frown, he put down his book and unclipped the device, bringing it to eye-level.
It showed the front door security monitor; someone was at his door. Someone with blue skin and flames for hair. From his time spent with Persephone, the goddess of Spring and the wife of the Lord of the Underworld, Macbeth would hazard a guess that this was, in fact, her husband, Hades. It was quite dangerous to simply assume things of the Greek pantheon, but Macbeth was used to taking chances. After all, he'd passed a pleasant enough afternoon with the Lady Persephone that he was reasonably sure about his guess.
"What on earth could he want with me?" Macbeth muttered, making his way to the front door himself. He took a few shortcuts so that when the knock came, Macbeth opened the door, loathe to keep the god of the Dead (as he thought his visitor might be) waiting.
"Welcome to my home," he greeted his visitor politely, "This is quite an honor. Won't you come in?" True, he wasn't afraid of what might happen, should he incorrectly put a name to his visitor, but in this case, it was better to be at least a little bit cautious.
Macbeth's greeting caused Hades pause if only for a breath. He'd been prepared for there to be at least some kind of astonishment on the immortal mortal's face. In his experience most mortals were... to put it simply a little taken aback by his appearance at least. But then he guessed the man had experienced a lot of magic and magical beings over the centuries and perhaps a firey-haired god didn't offer much that would faze him. Which explained why he invited him in without hesitation. Hades wasn’t sure that he would so easily invite an unnaturally tall man with blue skin, sharp teeth, fiery hair, and clothes that were literally smoking into his home, but to each their own he supposed. It wasn’t as if he had come busting through the door so it seemed as though his plans to enter quietly for his business worked swimmingly.
He also spoke as though he had been expecting Hades which, given Macbeth's inability to die was more of a surprise to Hades than anything else. Their lack of interaction and Macbeth's familiarity towards him made Hades that much more suspicious of this man who's life he could not claim. Perhaps it was simply a case of mistaken identity? If he had any inkling as to who Hades was, that would mean that he had to have done some sort of research on him during his long life. It was quite possible that under those circumstances he might have come across some images that might have suggested his identity- he did cut a rather unforgettable figure- but he didn’t recall posing for any portraits that would be so exact. Regardless, the main question regarding any research Macbeth might have done on Hades was, why? The answer to that question was something Hades was more than ready to look into.
Hades recovered himself without missing a beat. “Why thank you Mr. Macduff,” he responded jovially, accepting the invitation to enter- though he would have made his way into the mansion with his proposition regardless of his reception. He oozed his way through the doorway and into the elegant entryway. He made himself at home in the living room or the sitting room or whatever room it was that mortal's called the room that had the comfy couch he’d opted to sprawl all over. “Well this isn’t this just charming?” He remarked glancing around the room, propping his hands behind his head. “Well Lenny- Can I call you Lenny? Or maybe ‘beth? I, of course, am Hades- you can call me Hades- Lord of the Dead. We’ve never met- for obvious reasons-” he added, mumbling in an offhanded and somewhat irritated way before continuing, “which is actually the primary reason for this little get-together.” He turned his head to look at Macbeth with a wide grin that showed off his pointed teeth.
(…I’m sorry. I got a little rambly across the board with this one.)
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Oct 23, 2014 15:32:33 GMT -5
The Scotsman raised an eyebrow slightly at the other's greeting. So this was Hades, Lord of the Dead. And he had come calling on Macbeth....why? To try to undo the enchantment done by the Weird Sisters, to claim his soul at the last? However, if Macbeth's research was correct, since the Weird Sisters had a different 'brand' of power than Hades, they would have to be the one to remove the spell. It wouldn't work for any powerful being, magic-user or otherwise, to simply attempt to strip either of them of the binding spell.
Apparently, that was the reason for this unexpected visit. Though what Hades had in mind, only time would tell. In the meantime, though, Macbeth would do his best to be a proper host; it wasn't every day one received a visit from a god, though he'd met several over the course of his life.
"By all means," he said, his curiosity piqued. What could Hades want, other than his life? Which, thanks to the Weird Sisters, wasn't Macbeth's to give, should he even wish to. "Would you care for any refreshment?" he asked Hades, though he wasn't sure he'd have anything that might appease a god, especially anything to suit the one who lounged so comfortably in Macbeth's house already.
Macbeth took a seat opposite Hades, leaning back in his chair to observe his guest. Clearly, the flames were more for effect than anything else, though he was sure Hades could make it so that they burned when he wanted them to. He was rather grateful that the god was simply .... visiting, so far.
Hades waved off Macbeth's offer. "Oh, no I couldn't possibly. You know, once you've had ambrosia human food's just..." He cleared his throat, "But, well... I mean you wouldn't know, so... but uh- no. No thank you," he attempted to correct. Whatever proper human protocol was for politely declining. Hades couldn't be bothered to keep track anymore. As much as he was trying to be agreeable in order to get his way, he mostly just wanted to get out of there and get home.
"Listen Lenny," Macbeth said swinging his legs around so that he was sitting upright on the couch. He propped his elbows on his knees and rested his fingers against each other as he gazed at Macbeth with a more thoughtful, calculating, and almost earnest expression than he'd put on since arriving at the immortal man's home.
"To get right to the point, I tend to do business by making deals. Obviously you don't have the usual collateral I accept as ante- well I mean you have it," Hades clarified offhandedly, "But someone else holds the deed." Not that any of this mattered. "That aside," Hades pressed on, "You do have something I want and on the flipside, I have something you want."
To be completely honest with himself, Hades had no idea how his proposition was going to be received. Given the time he'd been able to spend with Persephone lately Hades knew exactly how he would respond if he had been Macbeth presented with a deal this stacked in the human's favor but then Hades had been alive a lot longer than Macbeth and held a more experienced perspective.
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Jan 4, 2015 0:08:27 GMT -5
Macbeth hadn't really expected Hades to take up his offer of refreshment; the Greek pantheon supposedly only consumed nectar and ambrosia, neither of which the Scotsman had readily to hand. He would have been most surprised if the god had accepted, though he was rather amused at Hades' attempt at polite refusal. But, he was a god; he didn't really have to be polite at all, if he didn't want to.
It seemed that, from the Lord of the Dead's words, Macbeth's supposition about his deal with Demona, that the Weird Sisters would have to be the ones to remove the binding spell, had been correct. Hades had said that 'someone else holds the deed' to the former King's soul, which could only mean the Weird Sisters. Of course, he and Demona could always end up killing each other, at which point Hades would collect both souls, Macbeth presumed.
But the god of the Underworld had waited several hundred years longer than was customary for the souls of Macbeth and Demona, which probably bothered him, if this visit was any indication.
Macbeth tilted his head slightly at Hades' words, digesting them slowly. He had an offer to make, one that he thought Macbeth would want to agree to. Well, that depended entirely on what sort of deal he wanted.
"What are you proposing?" he asked, making sure to keep his voice as polite as possible. It wouldn't do to offend a god, especially not when he was offering something.
"Glad you asked my friend!" Hades said sweeping a pointed finger across his body and his face lighting up jovially. He smiled a brilliant sharp-toothed grin as he shifted restlessly on the couch. The Lord of the Dead wasn't one that could sit or stay still for very long. He liked to be active and productive. He felt the excitement rising inside him like a simmering volcano.
"But first," He said sitting back and throwing his hands behind his head, "Let me tell you what I want from you." He decided to play the 'break the bad news' first card. This way no matter how he reacted to this initial request, he would hear the 'good news' second and perhaps feel that Hades request might be a small price to pay to have back something he had been denied.
Hades stood up and then disappeared and reappeared almost instantly behind the couch still facing Macbeth. He rested his hands on the malleable material. "I've got some ...beef with some people." Hi said vaguely. Partially because he didn't really know who had been responsible for his imprisonment yet and partially because he had a feeling that the list was going to be longer than either of them had time to sit through. "And there are probably going to be some messy ...confrontations."
"All you have to do to win the prizes between door numbers one and two," Hades paused and scrutinized the man's face, "Is stay out of my affairs." He told him. Hades had no idea what damage Macbeth could do one way or another, but keeping an immortal out of his revenge plans seemed like a pretty solid idea. He'd just make sure he read his own fine print so he didn't end up with another disaster like his deal with Hercules when Meg got herself killed.
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Mar 18, 2015 23:30:53 GMT -5
The former High King sat back in his seat, observing his unexpected guest. It was clear to Macbeth that Hades wasn't comfortable simply sitting; with the type of job he had, Macbeth didn't blame him. He wasn't as familiar with the Greek pantheon as he was with others, and he wasn't sure how the souls of their dead were supposed to act, but it couldn't be a terribly exciting life, watching over the souls of the dead.
Then again, he really had no idea what Hades' job was like, and he wasn't about to presume that he knew what the god did on a daily basis. That sort of thing was exactly the kind of thinking that could result in a mortal being turned into a spider or a tree or any manner of things, if the myths were based in truth.
Macbeth raised a brow as Hades spoke, telling him first what he wanted from him. Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, wanted Macbeth to stay out of his affairs. The request puzzled the Scot somewhat; why would he have anything to do with a god's affairs? Had someone said that he would play some special role in thwarting Hades' plans? Or was it because of the fact that he was immortal, that he couldn't die by anyone's hand but Demona's? Was that what was troubling Hades? That if he decided to interfere, to fight for the side that Hades was against, that he could turn the tide?
Either way, that was what Hades wanted. But what did he plan on giving Macbeth in return? These things were always a trade, with a god, and he wanted to know what he was getting into before he agreed one way or the other.
"And if I do?" he asked, leaning forward slightly. "What sort of recompense are you offering me?"
Well here it was. Time to make the big sell. A pitch for the angels. Or something like that. He had very little idea whether or not Macbeth was going to bite at this little nugget but Hades knew what it was like to be immortal and what he himself valued. If Macbeth declined it was ultimately no skin off his fiery back, but it would make his life just a tad less stressful if he didn’t have to worry about this frustratingly enduring human. Hades looked at his companion with intense eyes, sizing him up for a moment, then disappeared and reappeared seated on the couch with his hands folded.
He was aware the human had no care for money, mostly because he had acquired plenty of it over the years. Knowledge he could perhaps have offered, but that would probably take some work on Hades part to unearth him something worthwhile. No, Hades was going to make a small concession and sacrifice on his part. Something he had in abundance. Hades considered for a moment. He’d come there with one offer in mind but made a split second decision not to put all his cards out on the table right away.
He looked the Macbeth straight in the eye and said firmly, “Gruoch.”
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Apr 15, 2015 1:35:42 GMT -5
Macbeth watched as the god disappeared and then reappeared just as suddenly, placing himself on the couch he'd vacated moments before, his hands folded and resting in his lap. It was a flashy show, one perhaps meant to inspire awe, but Macbeth had seen much stranger things in his life than a being teleporting from one side of a couch to the other. The fact that it was a god who had done so was rather more impressive than the feat itself.
At the single word that Hades uttered, Macbeth felt his heart practically stop. He couldn't mean that...., no, surely he had heard his guest incorrectly. There was absolutely no way that Hades had said "Gruoch," no way that the deity was offering the woman that the once-King had loved since his days as an awkward, gangly adolescent. It simply wasn't possible. He was hearing what he wanted to hear, that was all. The Lady Persephone had already told him that such a thing couldn't be done.
And yet, Hades was sitting on his couch, offering him the one thing that he had been unable to keep by his side all these years. He was tempted to just say "YES!" and be done with the situation, but Macbeth knew better. There was always some sort of catch, in situations like this. After all, Hades hadn't said how he would return Gruoch to him. For all Macbeth knew, the god could return her mere moments before she was to die again, at which point he would lose her once more, but be honor-bound to stay out of whatever Hades was planning. Or he could return her as an infant, forcing Macbeth to care for the woman he loved as she grew up once more, placing him in the uncomfortable position of playing father to his wife.
No, he had to be shrewd, careful, the way he'd learned to be over the years. No matter how much he wanted to agree, if only to see Gruoch for a matter of moments, he needed to be smart about this, needed to think, to voice his thoughts, to talk through what he was thinking. They were negotiating, after all, and it was his turn to alter the terms of their potential agreement. That way, they could find something that they could both concede to and could strike a binding deal.
"How exactly would you return Gruoch to me?" he asked, keeping his voice cautiously polite. It wouldn't do to seem too anxious, though he was certain that the god could tell how much he'd tensed up at the suggestion. "If you wouldn't mind providing me a bit more information, my Lord, so that I can make an informed decision," he added, bowing even from his seated position. He'd been a king for many years, after all, and was quite familiar with the practice of diplomacy.
Hades wilted and clutched at his chest as though actually in pain. "Lenny, I am hurt that you think I would be trying to cheat you in any way. What would it benefit me to give you something that you might just lose or be less than happy with?" He prattled on in a whimsical matter-of-fact fashion, "You'd just break our deal and I'd be back where I started." Or wind up with a curious victory like he had with Megsy. Of course that would depend on how the deal was broken and could get very messy very quickly which was not the kind of deal he preferred to make.
"While I'm sure some people might enjoy the zombie-like skin fall-y off-y leprosy kind of thing you don't seem like the undead kinda guy." Not that he would ever be the dead kind of guy while Hades didn't have access to Macbeth's soul. A fact that continued to annoy and aggravate him. It didn't matter though, right now they seemed to have transitioned into what seemed like the negotiation phase which was exactly where he had hoped this conversation would go.
"As far as I'm concerned, it's gentleman's choice." He told him leaning back on the couch and lacing his long fingers behind his head. "I can restore her to the way she was when you first met her at your father's castle though you also don't seem the cradle robbing type. I can restore her to how she was the day you were married or the day you became king. Or I can even restore to the way she was the last time you saw her." Hades told him, as always choosing his words carefully. Invoking images of their unfair but inescapable parting might have been a cheap shot, but Hades needed all the help he could get.
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Apr 26, 2016 1:49:25 GMT -5
The Lord of the Underworld answered Macbeth's question and then some. He would return Gruoch to him as Macbeth chose; whether he wished her to be as she was the day they met, when they married, or even the last time he had seen her before his own "death." How he longed to see Gruoch, to speak with her, to simply hold her once more. But he needed more information before he made his choice.
Selfishly, he wanted to simply say "yes!" and have done with it, to have Gruoch back at his side. But it wasn't only his life he needed to be concerned with. Gruoch had been dead for hundreds of years, and Macbeth had finally started to accept that he'd never see her again, not until he and Demona killed one another.
But more importantly than that was Gruoch herself. If she had been dead for so long, surely she was at peace. And if that was the case, then Macbeth had absolutely no right to disturb her, no right to wrench her from her well-deserved rest to bring her back to the land of the living.
And so, he knew the question that he wanted to ask, the question that would sway his decision, one way or another.
"I have only one thing to ask before I decide," Mabeth murmured, having thought this through, "Is she at peace?" He knew full well that she had committed suicide after their son had been killed, but..., enough time had passed that she should have been able to earn her rest, if her actions had resulted in something less than peaceful.
“Ohforcryingout-” Hades frustration was showing a little no matter how hard he tried to keep his cool. He’d played one of his cards and he had expected everything to go the way he wanted it to a lot faster than it seemed like it was going to be. He had leaned forward slightly in his exasperation and now leaned limply back on the couch, disappearing in a puff of black smoke as soon as his back made contact. He reappeared almost instantaneously beside a large window, facing the landscape of Macbeth’s estate.
“What does that even mean, “at peace.”” He huffed, using air quotes to emphasize his parroted reply of Macbeth’s words. He turned abruptly back to face Macbeth again, but for the moment remained beside the window. “She’d dead. She doesn’t breath she doesn’t feel, she’s just dead. Maybe she’s a little tired,” He amended, “I would imagine swimming all those laps in the river of souls was probably pretty exhausting.” As much as Hades disliked the memory and any reminders of his own dip in the river, he felt it made him something of a credible source.
“She hardly made it to Elysian.” He noted which was a very solid truth. But then most people didn’t make it there. She was simply chilling out Asphodel last he checked. He was not a credible authority in happiness but she wasn’t in pain or anything. He supposed that in the grand scheme of the definition, she probably was in fact at peace. Then again it depended on the definition. Dead people weren’t generally happy. They weren’t anything.
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Aug 31, 2017 21:17:43 GMT -5
If Macbeth had been the sort to easily balk at potentially dangerous situations, he would have cowered at the god's frustration. After all, here was a being who, if he couldn't outright kill the Scotsman, could make his life a hell on earth. As it was, Mabeth continued to observe his guest, his mind whirling with possibilities.
Hades started to answer Macbeth's question, and the Scotsman felt a frown slip onto his face at the god's words. Gruoch was tired, he'd said, she hadn't made it to Elysian. Which....had been what Macbeth had been hoping for. He didn't know as much about the Greek pantheon or its traditions, he would be the first to admit that, but he knew enough to know what that might mean.
Gruoch wasn't in pain, no, but she wasn't happy. If she was alive again....., he could make her happy. He would have another chance to spend a few, precious years with her, and if she was the same as the day they married...., perhaps they could even have more children.
All that he needed to do was agree to stay out of Hades' affairs. A small price to pay to have another chance at life with Gruoch.
The former High King of Scotland stood from his chair, and it only took a few long, swift strides for him to cross the room, to stand in front of the Lord of the Underworld. Macbeth stood straight and tall, looking Hades in the eye as he said, "I accept your terms. I will stay out of your affairs, My Lord, should Gruoch be returned to me, the age she was the day we were wed, her memories of our lives intact."
If there was a contract, he would read the fine print, but hopefully his words were clear enough that they couldn't be twisted against him. But at this point...., he knew he would do just about anything to see Gruoch again.
It was difficult for Hades not to look for any and all loopholes in Macbeth's words. He lived for finding ways to still get what he wanted without necessarily giving his "client" what they thought they were going to get, all the while still being completely true to his word. But attempting to find and exploit any kind of aforementioned loophole wouldn't help Hades in this particular situation. He needed Macbeth happy and content with the deal. Distracted even. "Fine-printing" him with post-contract causes or misspoken words wouldn't serve any purpose other than most likely invalidating the deal somehow.
At the same time Hades wasn't about to put more cards on the table then he needed to play to win. The fact that Macbeth hadn't thought to negotiate for both the soul of his son in addition to that of his wife, was on him. "Then a deal we have my ancient friend." Hades said reaching out his blue-skinned hand to shake Macbeth's and seal their deal. "Your Gruoch will be in precisely the state requested, her life now- quite literally- bound to yours. She will remain in said requested state for as long as you remain in the state you are in." Hades gestured to all of Macbeth, then crossed his arms. "Should you ever die- for real- or begin to age once more, so will she."
"Oh, and one more thing. You will find her in Scotland. She is sleeping in her crypt. She will remain asleep until you arrive." Hades quickly held up his hands, "Now don't get mad, I'm not trying to trick you. I had to restore her soul to her newly mended body. I can't teleport her here." He disappeared and reappeared beside Macbeth, elbow resting on the Scotsman's shoulder and chuckled like they were sharing some kind of inside joke. "I'm the Lord of the Dead, not a magician, you get me Lenny?" He disappeared and reappeared across the room. "I assume you can afford a plane ticket?"
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
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Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
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Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
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Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
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Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
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Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
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Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
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Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
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Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
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Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
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