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When Trent attacked, William had wanted to intervene. Every fiber of his being had tensed as he prepared to spring into action. Instead he stood still as the mysterious figures dispatched the crazed Traveler. As the Incarnations of Arkadious gathered before his companions he drifted nearer...

"William? What is it? Are you all right?" William Black Iron snapped back to the here and now. Lisbeth was looking at him with concern and he felt a flush of embarrassment. Hadn't he been trying to make her feel better? He cleared his throat and gave an unconvincing smile. "Yes, fine. I...

No one seemed particularly interested in dealing with Fae and William didn't blame them. Even under ideal circumstances trying to get information from a Fae was a tricky proposition. These were not ideal circumstances. In his capacity as Master of Black Iron House he would normally be afforded...

William had helped Daisy up as carefully as he could and then his own thoughts drifted while his companions set about making up Genevieve and going through the hapenny play of fortune telling for their supper. For a few moments he toyed with the idea of doing a few readings of his own. Reading...

William tried to get his bearings after the jump. For a long moment he was quiet as his disordered thoughts tried to make sense of what was happening in the Here and Now. First and always his mind reached out, vainly seeking the echo of familiarity and purpose that would tell him that Black Iron...

The blast that tore through the room somehow left William on his feet, though he was not conscious of any attempt to keep his balance. When it first struck William had thought that reality itself had simply ruptured around them. He thought for sure that the strain their presence put on the world...

Genevieve was talking to Fitz who had appeared even before they had gotten the measure of Trent. Trent himself was still standing with his photograph, waiting for the spark of recognition to light in someone's eye. Daisy was sheltering from the fresh confusion as best she could while Blott...

The room was starting to feel awfully cramped, William noticed. For a moment equilibrium had seemed to assert itself but tempers were rising again. Ernest strangers with good intentions and bad secrets. No deadlier thing in all the worlds it seemed... Trent was proferring a photograph and...

William allowed his muddy thoughts to wash him back to the room they had shared. He almost didn't notice that someone was standing in the doorway until he had nearly walked into their back. He opened his mouth to apologize and then froze. A stranger. He felt a thrill of anticipation and fear...

A cold gust of bitter realization blew William back to wakefulness. He was not in Black Iron House. He had been dreaming of home. Amid a cacophony of squawking the walls of the study fell away and he found himself blinking blearily through spectacles that had fallen awry as he slept. Blott...

Rap rap rap. William's head jerked up in surprise. He had not heard the bell. No, that was impossible, the bell had not rung at all. Impossible. Rap rap rap. The same three knocks came again, seeming to come not just from the other side of his study door but from somewhere right...

William folded himself down into a seated position on the floor and pulled his knees close to his chest. He let his head droop and sleep was not long in claiming him.

Can you help? Such a simple question but what answer could he give. What could any of them offer to this girl who had fallen across their path? A wave of exhaustion passed over him. How long since he had slept? Not since before... before these travelers has arrived at Black Iron House for...

William's attention was on the door, he could see someone standing there but not make out their features. Genevieve had said it was Daisy, the first person to greet them when they arrived in Shanghai the first time, and the the first person to greet them again now. Auspicious or suspicious...

William Blackiron, living embodiment of every mortified, mumbled apology ever uttered, desperately attempted to somehow disentangle himself from Blott and Lisbeth without actually touching them. It was not going well. Everywhere he tried to put his hands just seemed like it was going to make...

Blott's crow was being feisty. William suppressed a growl of frustration as it awkwardly flapped above the blurry heap he was pretty sure was Blott. He was a hunter damnit, he certainly wasn't about to be shown up by an over dressed crow. Thinking fast he snatched Lisbeth's top hat from the...

William found himself face down on a bed. Obviously the strange entity had whisked them away from Darien's study. For a moment he lay very still and simply listened to the sound of his own breathing. No tremors, no distant straining, no sense that the world was creaking around them. In spite...

William almost held his tongue. None of them would thank him for his brusqueness, and already he had trod on their patience too many times today. Another tremor... I'm sure I felt it that time. "It doesn't matter if she is well enough to go. We are, none of us, well enough to stay here."...

William turned at the voice. The Writer had returned. Seeing Frostine supporting Lisbeth was... odd. He was glad that they had been separated successfully. But they still seemed like two parts of the same person to him. No doubt that was merely the result of him only having known them when...

The Artist looked about halfway ready to crawl out of her skin. William wondered what had her so unsettled, she had always struck him as a nervous sort but this seemed to be tipping in the direction of mania. Given her... condition, such a state was less than ideal. "I'm sure we'll be...