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[color=5486ae]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=5486ae]Location:[/color] Lover's Lake
[color=5486ae]Interactions:[/color] Callum [@Helo] Ari [@Tpartywithzombi] 
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He's been late, but John wanted to give the false impression that he was busy with his work. It was somewhat true that he was in meeting with some of the physicians and servants, but it was not for direct work purposes. No, it was far more important under the current situation. 

John was accompanied by another man, an individual of rugged features by the name of Frederick. A doctor with merits just as credible as John was concerned, but his military background contrasted John's extensive civilian services, and his grey balding hair contrasted John's youthful brown. But their demeanour with each other was one of casual politeness and professionalism, cloaked under a cryptic invisible veil of common agenda. And both today wore matching [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7a/8c/e7/7a8ce74898fb5862c69f81e8f33cd337.png]black asymmetrical jackets[/url], the collar ornamented in gold flower imagery. [url=https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/51cNkQP2kVS._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg]A pin[/url] sat on the upper right side of the jacket, the prestigious symbol of the medical world, but a strange one for medical doctors to be wearing them publicly. The only ones who wore them would be Alina and Hunter. 

[color=9e0039]"I would not have considered her a member just yet."[/color] His voice had a commanding firm to it that gave him an aura of authority. [color=9e0039]"She is Caesonian, and from the cursory description, it seems like your research has been shallow."[/color] 

[color=5486ae]"She need not be. A partnership of information is just as valuable."[/color] John reassured, with similar calm. [color=5486ae]"Especially as we will operate on the heart of the snake."[/color] 

[color=9e0039]"How can we trust that she will not leak the antidote to the snake himself?"[/color] Frederick raised an inquisitive eyebrow. 

[color=5486ae]"Her master has been a victim of the snake."[/color] John replied. 

[color=9e0039]"From my research, she's also made inauspicious remarks towards her master as well."[/color] 

[color=5486ae]"And you are able to see that. What does that say about the man she chose to serve?"[/color] 

Frederick slowed his paces, and John slowed to match his too. 

[color=5486ae]"Her intel has already come in on the first movement of the snake, so we, or rather I, can expect the poison."[/color] 

[color=9e0039]"So you've already locked hands with her. I trust that you know what you're doing."[/color] The old man worded, half with trust, and half with warning. [color=9e0039]"Am I expecting to have to lift a finger for you?"[/color] 

[color=5486ae]"For this one? No."[/color] John shook his head firmly. [color=5486ae]"It is only a matter of what message should we send to him."[/color] 

As the two doctors trotted peacefully through the park, their boots clanged on the cobblestone under the ever-increasing starry sky, the rugged doctor looked at the woods in the distance. 

[color=9e0039]"Xenophobia."[/color] Frederick said, and John looked over at a peculiar choice of word. [color=9e0039]"He's a puppeteer. Let's introduce him to the scissors."[/color] 

[color=5486ae]"It will be done."[/color] John nodded, as they both entered the forest. They had a ceremony to attend. 

The alluring symphony was the two's compass in the calm woods. Once again among the religious traditional attire, the black jackets would be a step outside the curve. If anything, it made them look a bit ominous how the jackets look exactly the same. Especially to one of the guest who seemed to have drank a bit too much. The man who'd point and make this bird mimic gesture would actually be pointing straight at the two black-jacket men, who were approaching him from the trees. If he looked close, he might see something strange...