ghostly ghouls get game

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  1. “Please, Roz,” Ovlichein, their youngest rookie, begs. Ilya doesn't doubt how earnestly he means his words as he arches a brow at him, watching panic spread across Ovlichein's face. “Everyone else said that they couldn't host, and I offered but they said that none of the rooks could, which meant that Breezy and 'Los couldn't either, and then Marley said that we wouldn't gel as a team, and then everyone else agreed, and then Carmie and Sebbin said that we were going to be cursed if we didn't—”

    Ilya holds up a hand, gratified when Ovlichein immediately falls silent.

    The locker room is empty of everyone else, a trap neatly laid by the team. Ilya would be impressed by their conniving if it weren't so fucking irritating.

    “This is a setup,” Ilya says slowly, watching as Ovlichein pales. “You know this, yes? You have been sent as a sacrifice for the whole team.”

    OR: Ilya is a sensible captain. He takes care of his rookies, he hosts the team when needed, and he doesn't fuck around with ouija boards. Too bad Boston only cares about the first two things

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  2. St. Simon
    i've been thinking about this for the past twelve hours, and my single problem with all of this is that you cannot be this down bad for a fucking metro, roz

    Ovlichein
    sainty, i think i'd agree but this is The Shane Hollander

    ‘Los
    no fr, anyone else and id be the first one to say cap stand UP !!! but this is miss jane
    like pls, miss jane will you teach me your ways

    Breezy
    ^^^^^ THE Miss Jane

    OR: Shane gets added to a new group chat a mere twenty-four hours after the ghostly outing. It's a highlight, compared to all the other shit that's happening.

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  3. freezer breezer
    WAIT
    IF MONTREAL JANE IS SHANE HOLLANDER

    king los
    pls don't have whatever revelation you're gonna have and inflict on all of us

    freezer breezer
    THE TEXTS !!!!

    OR: There are just over three weeks in between their beloved captain getting outed and the day the Boston rookies can finally meet their new stepmom. A lot can happen in three weeks.

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  4. Initially, it had been time-consuming to sort through the waves of portent, how much to share, when to talk to Theriault, and what it meant for the team. And yet, in the end, despite the demands for more from his orphic voyages from management, nothing ever gets done with the information. More often than not, now that he’s captain, it's Hayden and JJ just idly texting all of their visions—none of which are exceptionally helpful, although the drama of hearing bits of gossip is just more exciting than anything else.

    Shane's just—it's so fucking stupid. Why keep the useless magic laced through Montreal if all it does is splinter under the weight? Why endanger the team with malicious prophecies if only one person seems to bear the brunt? Why force anyone to see the slices of deeply personal life Shane's glimpsing?

    OR: The night before the Boston game, Shane makes a series of discoveries. Nearly all are terrible.

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  5. It's kind of hilarious and tooth-rottingly sweet that the rookies are all so anxious over meeting Roz's girl. Or, wait, should it be his boy? Fuck, his Jane? Shit, Cliff doesn't fucking know. He probably should, though, but that's something to think about another day. He'll just stick with Roz's Jane for now—makes it easier for everyone, probably. Jane's been haunting Boston for for-fucking-ever, which, shit—he's definitely curious about how long their whole thing has been going on.

    He glances over his shoulder, catching sight of Breezy's tense mouth, their nerves apparent as Los knocks his shoulder into Ovi's; all three are muttering together, clearly anxious for tonight to go well.

    Still, how they're standing itches at him. There’s something… off about the rookies.

    OR: Boston welcomes Montreal on their home turf. Movie night beckons in the aftermath. The rookies' questions aren't the only wheel of fortune that's turning.

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  6. When Shane is born, Yuna buries her face into the soft tuft of black hair he was born with and tries her hardest not to cry.

    I love you, she thinks, and worries, and knows. And it will not be enough.

    OR: Yuna and magic don't exactly get along. Good thing she's not magical.

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  7. "What the fuck," Marley says, as soon as they're back in the living room; he's one of the loudest voices but is by no means alone—Ovi can hear seven other distinct voices over the poorly contained din. "I thought—hang on, he's cursed?"

    "So all the games he played, all the—fuck. What the hell is Montreal doing?" Mamrie asks, like any of them know.

    "Do you think Pike and Boiziau know?" Carmie asks, before the rest of his words are overtaken by everyone else yelling about what to do next.

    OR: In the moments of Shane and Ilya having a conversation in the kitchen, the Bears have one as well. It's far more muddled.

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  8. But magic—pejorative, treacherous magic—is woven into her blood, into her cells. 

    It sits in the hollows of her collarbones, coils in the soles of her feet. It lingers in the twitch of her fingers, unspoken and unneeded, for all that it drags people in. 

    OR: Rose isn't a witch. She's just... gifted.

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  9. He shouldn't—he's not supposed to call her that. He's seventeen. He's an adult. Mama is for children, for people who are idiots and emotional, for the soft and tender. Alexei is not soft. He is not tender.

    He cannot be.

    He knew something was happening, had felt the hum of earth under his feet, the rustle of warning in the birdsong of the orenda of the world. Moscow sings, Mama has—had—always said. Open ears will hear the truth of the world if only one will listen.

    Still. He had ignored it.

    OR: Alexei Rozanov grows up in a home that becomes a grave.

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  10. Shane inhales, the air stinging as it scores down his throat. He can hear the rattle of his balcony door as his dad reenters the room, his parents' hushed conversation, muffled by the frantic prey-animal thunder of his heart.

    He's so fucking stupid.

    Even now, as he tries to figure out what to say, words pool on his tongue, ones that he knows he won't actually be able to voice. The familiar, flat-toned voice from the monthly DOMU videos rings through his ear, perfectly neutral as his brain reminds him that the longer time arcana has to work in the body, the less of a chance you have resisting it.

    OR: The Might of Montreal lingers in the gaps as Shane struggles to come to terms with everything he's discovered.

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  11. The first time it happens, JJ's soul jolts in its neatly held spot, and then splits right down the middle.

    Shane—quiet, brilliant, dependable Shane—is smiling.

    At him.

    It's not his neatly caged media smile, or the smirk that Hayden gets; it's a tiny little grin, the corner of his mouth pulled up, a pinched furrow between his brow as if he's surprised that he thinks JJ is funny. His eyes are crinkled, his canines gleaming between the curve of his lips as he tilts his head to the side and says something.

    OR: For JJ, there is no fall. There is only Shane Hollander, and enduring.

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