seen from Netherlands
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seen from United States
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where; masquerade
God he felt more alive than he ever had. His skin hummed with it, all the Past in this place. It tugged at the corner of his eyes and the tips of his fingers. “Do you think they’re going to make us leave here eventually? I like it here.”
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Where; masquerade
“Can you say that slower, please?” Anna asked as she tugged the corners of her mask in frustration. It was gorgeous, it was, but god it messed with all her new processes. Half of the masks others had on covered their mouths. What was the point of that? “Just one more time?”
Where; masquerade
“I’m not going in there.” Walden snapped. He’d rather spend time in the library with the ghost of that dickwad of a father than that room full of memories of his earliest sins. “Pick anywhere else, we’ll go there.”
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where: outside the drawing room who: open
Sybill had not even seen many photos Cassandra was in, thanks to those that came after her trying to erase what they considered a black spot on their reputation. It was unfair, that this tableu of her desperation was the most she had ever seen of the late Trelawney Seer. She couldn't look away.
Couldn't help but wonder if this was where she was headed. Was seeking to join The Order really a good idea? Sybill startled when someone drew close, finally blinking her gaze away from the begging, but still able to hear it over the rest of the background noise. Would anyone else even know who she was? "Do you think they intend to grace everyone with their own personal hauntings, or did they pick and choose targets?"
