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        It seemed like an entire month had passed since Jezebel posed her question to Daimyon. He didn't budge of course. Thomas was bleeding out of his arms, and Faith's life was at risk. Daimyon was just as hard to sway as Thomas was. Both were incredibly stubborn individuals, determined not to back down. While it wasn't clear what Thomas wanted the notebook for, it was apparent that he would do anything in his power to get it. Just as Daimyon was determined not to surrender it. 

	[color=#bd71e8]“We're totally past words huh? ”[/color] Jezebel spoke as she stepped behind Daimyon's seat. She put about ten feet between herself and his back, practically standing up against the wall.[color=#bd71e8]“Like, I dunno why I didn't think of it before but...”[/color] She raised her arm. [color=#bd71e8]“You so can't get to a poet with words, you totally need to use a little action!”[/color] With Jezebel's arm leveled with the back of the poet's chair, it was a simple matter for gadget-propelled-fist to launch out of her sleeve and strike the back of the chair. The blow wasn't strong enough to break the wooden chair, which served to evenly distribute the force over Daimyon's back. The blow was hardly lethal, but it hurled the poet onto the floor hard enough for him to drop the handbook. Marianne's handbook skidded across the floor and bounced against Denis's foot. The Spy was quick to bend over and pick up the handbook, which he now held with both hands. After giving it a quick examination, he looked up at Thomas.

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	[color=ADD278]"How interesting."[/color] Thomas stepped away from Faith, and by extension, Noah. He was swift, but the bio mechanic would have fallen over if there wasn't a wall to catch him. [color=ADD278]"It would seem that after all that, everything went just as expected."[/color] While Thomas was barely able to stand, he still possessed the strength to smile in satisfaction. [color=ADD278]"But this is hardly a loss for you, Poet. You [i]enjoy[/i] turning the suffering of others into song. I would not be surprised if you drew things out hoping this would turn into a [i]tragedy.[/i]"[/color] After taking a few steps, he started to regain his footing. Denis's eyes turned back towards the floor. [color=ADD278]"I will explain why I needed the herbalist's handbook to you in time. But we need to finish our preparations for tonight."[/color] Thomas stepped outside of the study and the door shut. All was as quiet as when the meeting first started.

	[color=#bd71e8]“Meeting's over.”[/color] Jezebel walked towards the door, ignoring glances from anyone else looking her way.