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@graceful-cure-swan

“Pray tell me how exactly you ended up in that predicament?” Asking the question before taking a drink from the cup on his side of the table.

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Tunneling

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hunting time!

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@house-of-steel

Hissing softly, the hunter backed as far away from the immediate danger as best as she could. She held her knife tightly in her hand, ready to fight like the hurt and cornered animal she was. It just had to bed the Kell. Perfect.

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@rogueguardians

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Deep breath. Don’t act suspicious. This is what Fae continued to tell herself as she entered the last city for the first time in who knows how longs. Something... called to her. And here she was, wandering the streets she once knew.

“What exactly did we come here for?”

The crackling voice of Little Light startled her, causing Fae to jump which seemed to have drawn attention to herself. She merely hushed the ghost, pulling the hood of her cloak down further.

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@razorbeard

The hunter sat at her perch quietly, watching the world from the scope of her rifle. She scoffs and lowers the weapon slowly. “Is there something I can help you with?” Sounding only a tad bit irritated, despite being a “gun for hire”.

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metaphysiologix

If there was one thing Custis despises above all, it was those that reside in the Academy. Once a dream of his, crushed by family and society, he stands before it’s gates a note in hand from Campbell above all and he is fuming. He is no errand or messenger boy.

He is a Pendleton.

And his brother meddling in this whole fucking affair has left him foul mood and soured towards everyone, even Morgan. “You!” He snarls, catching some poor lad by collar and shoving the paper beneath his nose. “Who do I need to speak to for this?” Surely the look on his face, matched with a knowledge that he is a Pendleton twin, has the lad stammering before he vomits out a name and where to find the researcher and Custis is left on his own.

Which leaves him to find the maze and ask aid of others before he finally finds the blasted room, knocks (because he is a noble; not a peasant) and storms in. “By the fucking Outsider, please tell me you are Lewitt.” He snaps before he tugs out the paper and hands it toward him.

“To you, from Campbell.”

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