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Pond Scum!

This is a large commercial property. The ceiling is open wood beams, the floor is covered with an intricate pattern in antique oak parquet and the other surfaces are papered with powder blue marbled wallpaper on which is a gold … Continue reading

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Our Finest Virtue

Thick cigar smoke curls through the air of this stately reading room, wafting across the ornate oil paintings that hang on the clover-green walls. Empty brandy glasses sit on the oaken end-tables. Several stiff leather armchairs provide a stylish place … Continue reading

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Cat can look at a king..

The courtyard of the Assassins’ Guild Ruff is leaning against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his very scruffy trousers, his ankles crossed on the ancient boots, and watching the world go by. ┬áThe world, being at this … Continue reading

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Smoking and blushes

Sir Andrew d’Ackerley says: Good day, Miss de Vitis.Sir Andrew d’Ackerley sits in a stiff leather armchair. Georgina de Vitis is sitting, reading a book of poetry with a smile on her lips. Her finger traces over the lettering. Georgina … Continue reading

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You’re Family!

Alaia comes skipping down the marble staircase of her home lost in her own thoughts. She sees a maid about to go upstairs and gives her instructions. “I’m telling you for the last time, Polly, please don’t wash my lace … Continue reading

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Male Bonding + An Upstart

Sir Andrew d’Ackerley says: Nice office. Sir Andrew d’Ackerley says: Although, you really should put something on that wall. Raleigh Montague looks around. “Thanks. Actually there was something on that wall when I inherited it.” Raleigh Montague says: A head. … Continue reading

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A Bouquet of Blood

Alaia looks at the address book in her hand, and looks up blankly at the spot on the street where her address is supposed to be. Daimon flies through the night on silent wings, navigating the city as he knows … Continue reading

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