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"You'll need to change. You'll find appropriate evening-wear in the other room. Please don't keep me waiting long."
Chet Einhurt stared at Six through a dark and menacing smile. He stared at the young-man, but also through him. In spite of what Five had told him about their appearances, this man seemed to be able to see him for who he truly was. He was more surprised to be told he would need to change. From what he understood, his actual clothing mattered little to his outward app


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"Nothing."
"That is impossible, I am literally looking at a giant pile of papers on your desk. There must be something for me to do."
Two ground her fingers into her head, "No, these are all the things we've already done. Paperwork on collections, do you want my job?"
"At this point?" Three looked contemplative.
Two stood up and grabbed the taller woman by the ear pulling her towards the door. When they arrived the smaller Japanese woman tossed her Prussian subordinate into the hall.
"Find some damn yarn, I don't need any


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The room had long since stopped reverberating with laughter, now just horse coughs were the only sound left. This was not Raven's first visit to the Agency. It was, however, his first experience with its latter wing. He knew that Six intently avoided this wing. He had seen Five's trepidation when entering. It was perhaps for this reason that Three had given him back his vision as she dragged him through its halls.
His body burned held as it was in place, but he continued to spasm with each touch of her fingers into his tender flesh. A


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Wake Up!
All things considered I dont know that this is necessarily a bad moment. Locks of her hair fall over my nose and eyes. I can feel them, each passing over the contours of my face, brushing softly. Its almost enough to make me forget about the stinging pain coursing through my side. Her hands press something into my wound. Her last, desperate, vain attempt to save my life. Moments fade between two realities, and Im reminded of childhood memories of forcing mys


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I test my arms. They are firmly bound in front of me. I test my body, it is quite secure to the tree. I test my voice, it apparently still works.
Youll be late to the Friarys lesson.
Cashta pulls another rope tight, tying my bound ankles to trunk of the small oak.
Theyve given me leave to round up the dawdlers. she says.
Plucking a blade of grass from the forest floor she approaches my side. I know what is next. As terrifying a


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Everything Changes
I had begun to believe that the friary was right, that there was a hell. After all, I was living it. Life in Flora was beyond any imagined torment the brothers could have invented. Cashta had seemed quick to get me out of her hair. Once I had recovered she put me to work in the city. It was at this point I began to wonder if she had grown to resent me in my absence. She had decided that I would best be put to use as an assistant to a local baker, a man for whom I still hated fro
| Hey all, I'm Scuff N. Dings (NOT SCRUFF Dang-it!). I'm from parts unknown and I draw in my spare time (or when I have upcoming deadlines, or assignments due the next day. . . or tests in like an hour). Take a look. Have some fun. Peace to you all. |
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There is no death, there's only a Raven taking the life.
Here you are scuffndings ^>^ hope I have given Hilts a good look there
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*thwibit*
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