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Indie Raymond "Red" Reddington from NBC's Blacklist. Private. Selective. Mun/Muse 21+. Dark Themes present. Please read rules/bio before following/interacting. Written by Erick

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Alright. So she should’ve admitted hours ago that this was not going WELL. She was stubborn, it was a personal flaw, she was working on it – just not right now. Right now, there were far more pressing matters at hand. Matters that – frankly, she shouldn’t have gotten involved in.

Too late now.

It’s desperation, when she calls Don in. Something akin to both exhaustion and exasperation. Twelve disappearances in six months – it was more his area than hers anyway, but the scry map had pulled her in this direction, which nearly always meant something supernatural. And that was something she could HANDLE – it was. At least when she could get a sense of her surroundings. This was not one of those times. No one would talk, no one would even look her way, she’d already stumbled into too many locked doors.

“I think they know something’s wrong –”

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        Truth be told, when he first got the call from Liv, he’d expected something a little more cataclysmic. A vampire serial killer, rogue werewolf, some other violent supernatural crime that had slipped through the FBI’s cracks. He liked to keep an eye out for those. Not that he was particularly disappointed it was a missing persons case, in fact he was somewhat relieved. Unfortunately, the site of these disappearances was a country club, of all places. Mostly employees, but a member had recently gone missing too, though from what he could tell she seemed to have a habit of disappearing for days at a time. 

When he got there, he immediately understood Liv’s difficulty. Before coming, he’d changed into the nice shirt Red had bought him in an attempt to blend in better. It didn’t seem to be working very well. Both he and Liv were getting some pretty odd looks, telling him that they weren’t blending in particularly well.  They definitely know something’s wrong, “  he murmured to her.  They’re also pretty suspicious of us.

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It had taken a little while for Red to realize why something smelled off in the room. It wasn’t a bad smell, more of a familiar one, but he had no idea why he’d be smelling it now, here, at the country club. As he watched the room, he started to see suspicious eyes, and following them, he found the source of the scent was indeed his Magician and the human GPS girl. “Of all the places….” Red is already weaving his way through the members towards the cop escorting a college student–or at least that’s what the voices of the folks he was walking through said. He put on his best smile, opening his arms wide as he neared the conspicuous pair.

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“Steven, you scamp! How’d you get in here without me, darling?” Red encircled the man in a hug, kissing both his cheeks in a very European way, “Don’t tell me Carlotta at the desk still has a thing for you. And who’s this?” As he’s speaking, he puts an arm around both of them, “Come on, I’ll show you to the fun rooms, this one’s awfully… stuffy.” Out of the main hall, down the corner, and before anyone else sees them, Red yanks the duo into a private office– right through the locked door. His voice turns serious and etched with frustration and slight confusion. “What are you two doing here? And what are you doing together? I’ve never introduced you– oh, the coincidences just keep getting more and more interesting!”