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SALLIS‌:

THE FACT THAT “Remington” seemed to ring some kind of faint bell in the back of Theodore’s mind disturbed him. That he couldn’t simply pull the thought out into existence was frustrating and felt far worse than being publicly berated by a grown-up. He listened, of course, and continued to process the pieces of information Lutece had for him, but it was hard to miss that look on his face.

“I don’t like this,” he commented right after her last word. “I can feel some- thing, like it’s on the tip of my tongue, or–or hanging from the edge of a me- mory of some kind. I can’t tell if it’s my mind making it up or if I actually do remember reading ‘Remington’ some- where.” He looked up at his colleague, brows knitted together. “And now that you mention ‘Diana’, the bells are get- ting even louder. It’s very annoying.”

The detective sat back with both arms crossed before bringing one hand up to gently rub his chin. Diana Remington, his mind repeated, over and over again, and with each repetition, the proverbial bell rung louder and louder. Diana Remington. Diana. Remington. D. R. DR.

He sucked in a breath, eyes widening.

“YOU FOUND SOMETHING OUT.” And she could tell by the look in his eyes, the contortions of his face into the most shocked of expressions. Her information ought to be more than enough for him to decode whatever it is that needed to be found out, and while she would’ve thought that it was well worth the money, it wasn’t about the money at all. Being a newcomer to the town, as well as being an outlier to the already close-knit and hereditary-based society for children, she could not very well find out every single secret there is, only bits and fragments here and there.

Tempted as she was to ask him, she gives him some time to think, to reflect, to gather his bearings before he can even speak to her. She drinks some of her tea to calm her nerves; it did not seem to work any other way. There is something about the doctor, and there is something about the youngest Remington sister, and there is something very, very wrong about Arthur Priestly. Arthur Priestly, son of Jonathan Priestly and....

Her eyes widened as much as Sallis’s, and she put aside her teacup as fast as possible. “Don’t tell me that....the youngest Remington sister is Arthur’s mother? And if so, then Xavier Remington is.....”

His uncle.

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SALLIS‌:

“I UNDERSTAND THAT.” He paused for a moment, a serious look on his face–when he spoke next, he kept his voice soft yet firm. “But still.”

He chose to end it at that, not wanting to say more about the matter. Priestly– and anything closely related to him what- ever way, shape, or form (even his most- ly pleasant mother)–was a rather touchy subject; a figurative stab in the back, he could handle, but a literal one was ano- ther story entirely.

Theodore kept to his silence afterward, listening intently. He gradually pieced together the information inside his head as the inventor spoke, but he continued to question what the root of all this was. It was important, certainly, to learn more about the past, particularly when it had something to do with the society, but he had to wonder what Lutece was getting at here. “Remington. Now where have I heard that last name before.”

“THAT, I’M NOT too sure yet,” confessed Lutece. Truly, she could only manage to find out so much in a short period of time, but the fact that ANYTHING could happen to any of them without warning served as a grim reminder to her that they weren’t at all invincible, whether they were children or adults. One simple illness could cripple a person like Xavier Remington, and the worst part was that she doesn’t even know whether he’s alive or dead. “I have my sources in the hospital, but it’s still a ways away for me to find anything. As far as I know, affable as Dr. Fairfax is, he’s chatty for all the wrong reasons.”

Nothing of substance, her sources would tell her about him. The good doctor would talk about the weather and how awful the economy is and nothing more. Lutece pursed her lips together in thought; should there be a way to get Dr. Fairfax to talk, it would be of utmost help.

“All I know about Xavier Remington is that he has a twin brother and a younger sister. Their parents have already passed on, but I do know that Mr. Remington’s siblings are still living. The younger sister, Diana, married into a good family, but anything about the twin brother, Vincent, is quite unfounded. Some say he’s in France, some say he’s in Poland - goodness, Sallis, I can’t even tell which is which anymore.”

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SALLIS;

THEODORE SALLIS RAISED an eyebrow. This was not the first he’d heard of a “mys- terious benefactor” from Miss Lutece. Find- ing that this was the very same one who’d previously gifted him with an eavesdropping device, Theodore felt a kind of tingling down his spine. Who was it, and why were they in- tent on showering him with gifts and all sorts of information? Everyone this side of society knew Lutece did not come cheaply; where on earth were they finding the funds for this? And for what purpose where they doing all this?

Nevertheless, Theodore shook his head, for- cing himself to push these thoughts back and focusing instead on the matter at hand. He leaned forward, elbows folded atop the table as he listened close. Lutece went on ahead and ordered for herself a slice of cake. Theo- dore contemplated on doing the same but decided it would be best to do that only once the transfer of information was through.

It seemed like quite the coincidence, hearing that Lutece’s doctor belonged in the commu- nity before, but what ultimately brought a furrow to his brow was the sound of a certain name he–to this day–still did not know how to feel about.

“Arthur Priestly’s physician is… someone who used to be in society,” he found him- self saying as he sat back, puzzled by this piece of information. “And you say he still does the work today?” He tilted his head away. “If he’s a connection of Priestly’s, we won’t be able to say for sure where his loyalties may lie.”

“I WOULDN’T SAY that a professional relationship could border into a personal one, Mr. Sallis,” Lutece surmised. “I did my research and my share of question-asking - Dr Fairfax seems very much, if I dare say, like the parents of our society.”

And of course, she’d know that Sallis was itching to know who on earth was his mysterious benefactor, but she wouldn’t disclose it unless a good SUM has been paid for his questions. Truly, the mysterious benefactor was someone rather close to Sallis, who obviously wanted to look after his well-being and keep him in-the-know without unearthing anything unwittingly. That much she understood, and that much she respected.

“That best friend of Dr. Fairfax’s was an investigating child himself - a certain Xavier Remington. He was a Tuffing’s boy, but apparently he worked so covertly that his name became rather obscure. After a stint in Addicott’s - that’s where Dr. Fairfax’s from - his condition worsened, and that ultimately ended his investigations right then and there.”

#( WE ARE HEADING TO THE CLIFFFFFFF )#unusuallygifted

SALLIS:

“YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED a bit,” said Theodore, sitting back against his seat and crossing his arms. Lutece’s near in- satiable need for cash rivaled that of a dog’s constant want to be petted and rewarded. Her family’s apparent wealth only made it all the more puzzling.

“Private investigators never have that kind of money lying around. When will you learn?”

“WELL, YOUR PAYMENT’S ALREADY BEEN made by that very same mysterious benefactor of yours,” Lutece confirmed, “so I’ll be free to tell.” It was honestly fortunate that Lutece was in a pretty good mood – most days, she’d be stewing in spite and preferred to stay as cynical and pessimistic as possible, but the news that she bore seemed to be substantial enough to make her mood LIFT up a bit.

She ordered another slice of cake and ushered Sallis to order whatever he’d like; the bill was on her this time at the expense of the mysterious benefactor who seemed to want to equip Sallis with handy gadgets and rare minute information. “It was serendipitous, actually,” Lutece admitted. “I went to the hospital in the city – I’ll give you the details later – for my horrid cold that simply wouldn’t heal no matter how much medicine I took, and my doctor was a very efficient one. Too efficient, I’d say, so I decided to do a little bit of snooping on the good doctor and found something very interesting.”

Lutece had read somewhere that tea should be as bitter as wormwood, and that villains put sugar in their tea, but she honestly didn’t pay heed to such creeds and codes. It was fortunate that she liked her tea as it is, so she sipped whatever was left of her English Breakfast. “Dr. Victor Fairfax, neurologist, a member of the Royal College of Surgeons. That’s not his real name – it took me quite a while to find out, and I’m still trying to find out his actual name, but the best part is that he was just like us in his childhood, and he’s still doing the work.

“Apparently something happened to his best friend that made him go into neurology to see if he can find the cure for Huntingdon’s. Horribly sad. He was the only doctor there to try his hand on general practice, so I found out quite a bit. So far, a good man – kind, full of taste, has a sense of humor, if not tragic. Currently, he’s also Arthur Priestly’s main physician.”

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THEODORE SALLIS‌;

☛ a message for @quantcm

“LONG TIME NO see, Lutece,” said the detective as he settled in his seat before the inventor at their usual spot inside Cupps’ Cafe. “Care to share what you’ve been up to lately?”

“DOING JUST FINE,” said the girl. A sore throat passed; just the previous week, she had a most horrible cold that made her as HORRID as her classmates in Royce’s. “Asides from my hellish recovery from a cold, I’ve been working on a few bits here and there from the adults’ side of things. Care to find out? It’s 54 pounds.”

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FITZROY:

@quantcm // sc !

°◦ ☆ : → FALSE ACCUSATIONS FUEL HATRED : footsteps sounding like clashing thunder as she runs through the city . ( it ain’t suppose to be like this . ) angry & hateful shouts roar through the false heaven . foolish ; quite foolish to think she could have a place . to think she would be ACCEPTED . ( aunt was right , they ain’t care bout people like us . ) there is no escape from the roar that echos in the city , she hears it at every corner . ‘MURDER! MURDER! MURDER!‘ fearfully tears began to break the seems of her eyes . she ain’t no murder , she have no care for the FALSE prophet , however lady comstock was different . without hesitation she pushes herself through doors , hiding from the city . she cares not who is in the building , if its a fight they want , then a fight they’ll get . she ain’t DYING tonight .

→ ❝ my apologies for runnin’ in your home , I ain’t lookin’ for a fight . ❞

SURPRISE EASILY SHOWED FOR ONCE. Her office is open to the members of the public, her HOME, not so. Something did happen in the city, but it was early in the morning and Lutece, as per routine, was not even ready to pick up the morning paper that lay at her front door. Who could that be at this hour? she thought. Who could that —

MURDER! MURDER! MURDER! echoed at her front door. Lutece recognized the woman; the woman was a faithful servant of this heaven’s Mother, and all at once, she went to the window, barred the woman from being in sight and although she had thought that it truly wasn’t possible, her blood ran cold at the realization that Comstock had MADE his move.

She hadn’t expected it to be so soon, and she didn’t have the time to grieve. She’d very well grieve later.

“Fitzroy, yes?” came Lutece’s clipped voice. “Upstairs, now. Make no sound.”

#voxxpopulii #ᴠᴇʀsᴇ﹕ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ·s ᴜɴɢᴏᴅʟʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss #( omg no it's ok it's perfect! )

tfw you’re literally working in the field of physics and you just feel the amount of stress that ros lutece probably felt

except that she prolly felt at least 50% more of the stress i’m going through because it’s a country not a company

#ooc #( OTL )

i just finished reading 1984 and i feel so broken omg

#ooc #( i'm rereading the last part and oh my god )

sanctamater:

I HATH SUMMONED MY DARLING LAWRENCE THRU VICTORIAN PORN

I’LL TAKE THE BICYCLES

#sanctamater #ooc #( GROSS SOBBING )

ELIZABETH:

“Lockpicking?”

Madame Lutece had an unfettered veneer about her at all times - if she had secrets to share, they were locked behind an iron facade. Maybe she would remember Elizabeth’s tear, or maybe she could care less; but maybe, bringing back books on lockpicking back to the tower was her way of communicating something, though what that was remained unseen.

“…I’m sure they’ll come in handy.”

THERE WERE EYES AND EARS in the stone body that held the girl. There were eyes and ears and in a makeshift tower that held a most unlikely Rapunzel, the one mistake that the Prophet may have allowed her were none other than the BOOKS that littered about. Here, there, everywhere; reading was ENCOURAGED, and a mind would so long to leave an enclosed space eventually.

“Handy for Paris, for instance?” the woman smiled. She helped herself to a seat - while it was amusing to have Elizabeth idealize the Eiffel to the point of near longing and obsession, Lutece begged to differ. “Lovely for a vacation, but dreary to stay. I would know - I stayed there before.”

#cloudtorn #ᴠᴇʀsᴇ﹕ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ·s ᴜɴɢᴏᴅʟʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss #( I AM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG )

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ELIZABETH:

“When did you come in?”

At the sound of an intrusion, she had hastily pulled a tear shut out of sight, but whether the scientist had seen something or not was impossible to tell at face value. There was nothing shameful on the other side - only the act of viewing felt somewhat personal, embarrassing to be caught in the middle of when least expected.

@quantcm

“ONLY JUST A FEW MINUTES ago.”

A few minutes was more than enough for the madame to see whatever was needed, but it surely wasn’t any of her business to have any opinions regarding the view. If anything, Lutece was merely a delivery-person; Elizabeth had asked for books, and the woman got them for her. Clear, sharp steps echoed throughout the surroundings, FIRM in sound and existence -- all Lutece did was put the bag of books on the table and spared no smiles.

“It just so happens that lockpicking manuals were sold at knockdown prices.”

#cloudtorn #ᴠᴇʀsᴇ﹕ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ·s ᴜɴɢᴏᴅʟʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss #( it's more than ok! thank you! )