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[center][h2][color=goldenrod]Dominic Blackmoor[/color][/h2][/center]
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[center][color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] • Church [color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] • Night[/center]
[center][color=goldenrod][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] • His Trusted Two[/center]
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Dom let the silence sit for a second longer, then the faintest flicker of a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head once, low, more to himself than them.

Lucian… Calm and diplomatic as always.

Kessler…Blunt and full of nothing but piss and vinegar.

Exactly like he knew them to be.

He pushed off the table, standing straighter now.

[color=goldenrod]"There’ll be time enough for both of you to prove yourselves."[/color] His voice was steady, no softness in it. [color=goldenrod]"But in the end…only one of you takes that seat. That’s the way it has to be."[/color]

He paused, then looked between them, weighing them…not as friends this time, not even as brothers. Just as the last two men left who could carry this weight.

[color=goldenrod]"But tonight there’s work to be done. No use in wasting time going and forth on the matter here and now. It’ll come in time."[/color]

He turned, but stopped just long enough to add over his shoulder...

[color=goldenrod]"And boys…a good place to start’d be bringing me the fuckers who did this."[/color]

Then he walked away.
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