[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s House – Chicago, IL 
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Maximilian joins me in the kitchen, weaving between my legs before standing on my feet. I sigh. [color=#DB7093]”You are a child,”[/color] I say. I break off a piece of cooked bacon and give it to him. He nips it out of my hand and quickly eats it before Nic comes walking back in. I stiffen, worried again when he starts talking. 

He stands close to me in an effort not to be overheard by his dad. My poking at the cooking bacon slows at his words. 

[color=#DB7093]”I should have just told you everything yesterday. I knew you weren’t going to give it up, but I had to try…”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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My [url=https://pin.it/3QEaElJVJ]office[/url] was in another part of the house. It sat below my bedroom actually but it didn't exactly match the aesthetic of the rest of my home. The living room where I greeted Nero was the part of my home all my guests knew. I even had a secondary bedroom for myself when I had more overnight guests. It was the part of me I presented to the world, but the part of the house I was now in was a part of my soul. 

It was dark, moody, full of rich tones, and clutter. There was organization but also madness. Bookshelves line the wall behind me, stacked and crammed in wherever they could fit. A few small statues and things sat precariously on books or on the edge of the shelves. Planta lined the top of the shelves, curiosity of Cassi saying I need more living things in my home.

The opposite wall from the door was adorned with a floor to ceiling window, bringing in a large amount of natural light that made my archeological exploits more enjoyable. 

The opposite wall from my books housed art work of various types and from various eras. There was also a low coffee table with two plush, leather chairs, framing a fireplace. Scattered throughout were more antiques in various stages of cataloguing. 

I sat at my desk with my tools spread out, examining the stone tablet more closely. As I discovered something I'd write it down in my journal before continuing on.