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Annabelle was, as per usual, in her shop. In fact, she was in the small lab beyond the shop. But in clear view of anyone who entered the cozy little place. Hiding in plain sight, she was constructing her next poison. Well, not only that. It had been a slow day and only a few customers came and went. It gave Annabelle enough time to practice her French. So she kept talking to herself while she carefully mixed two chemicals to make one. Many among Belladonna might say making a poison was like cooking. You just have to combine the right amount of things and you get what you need. In most simple cases, that was true. But not to Annabelle, who knew herself well enough to know that traditional means of poisoning just didn’t work for her. She wouldn’t be able to stand the closeness to her target. So no needle attacks would ever come from her. At least not when it can be done differently.

Sometimes Annabelle thought she was having far too much time in her life. It gave her the opportunity to make the most complex poisons the city’s forensic pathologists had ever seen. She knew because one of them was one of the few close friend she had. Yet sometimes it did leave her wondering if there weren’t better things to do in her life. Alas, right now there was no time for such thoughts. She was close to finalizing her latest poison. Right then, a delivery guy from Bellflowers arrived. He was in quite a hurry, which could only mean a hand full of things.

[color=9e0b0f]“They’re wonderful dear!”[/color] Annabelle exclaimed, not entirely faked. Nightshade and monkshood. Such fine flowers which such fines potential. She gave the delivery guy a kiss on the cheek, another French custom she liked and returned to her lab to get her coat. Arthur rarely summoned his assassins in such matter but Annabelle was long having a feeling it was coming. The normally tranquil district was… starting to get unnerved. There was something of a gloomy tension in the air. Like gray cloud heralding the storm to come. She swiftly took her car towards Bellflowers.

Arriving at the nice little shop she passed the clerk at the counter with a cheery wave. In the back, she found Douglas, an assassin of Belladonna with a bit more seniority than Annabelle herself. Though, for her, he did choose a rather mundane codename: Helianthus. Such simple flowers. [color=9e0b0f]“Oh, Douglas!”[/color] she said surprised. She didn’t think Arthur would have summoned another person. But it only confirmed Annabelle’s suspicion. Something was afoot. [color=9e0b0f]“I didn’t expect you here. How’s Evelyn?”[/color] [/center]