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Current @Lady Amalthea, does that mean every post is a Horocrux?
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I'll post after I get back from work.
Cyne

Location: Tower
Interacting with:Robed man


The bear stared on as Thomas impressively disrobed his nether region in an instant without using his hands. The young magician didn't seem to either know or cared that his braies were exposed for all to see, which could be considered admirable to a point. After a few seconds she looked back towards the robed man so as not to appear that she was trying to check out Thomas' "goods" so to speak. Besides, it seemed Satilla had that particular malfunction under control.

Ignoring the robed man's demands that everyone leave the ill man alone, the bear walked to the head of the bead, pushing aside the obstacle by virtue of the simple difference in sheer mass. Gingerly so as not to accidentally harm the person underneath, she put her paw down on the covers and pulled it back to find that the man's friend was actually just another one of the undead, still alive, but nude rather than encased in armor. If she had had a human face rather than the snout of a bear, a look of disgust would take over her features; however, a bear roar would have to suffice. Hopefully that would signal to those not in the room or that couldn't see the undead face that there was something not good going on.


Giosue Zino


Location: Ville au Camp: Main House: Room 202



The Watch slept and then the Watch rose from his slumber. It was 6am on the dot. He knew this in the way one knew how many fingers were on their hand, yet he took a moment to look at the clock he had mounted up on the wall. He didn't actually bother to read it, the thing was completely inert, solidified at 9:48 indefinitely; it was left up simply for the purpose of keeping up appearances. A watch need not external forces to know when it was.

Giosue always woke up at the same time, not a second earlier, not a picosecond later. That's not to say that he only ever woke up at the same time every single day stretching back to the beginning of his consciousness. But he always roused when he wanted or needed to be awake. And he happened to like waking up half an hour before dawn.

Having opened his eyes to the world around him, the Emendator went about his morning routine. He had each step down to a system. A science contained far too many errors to adequately describe the machine-like fluidity with with he went about his morning. Brushing his teeth took 138 seconds. Shaving another 623. Applying deodorant and cologne was a mere 75 seconds. It was around this time that he heard dear Nancy calling on the other side to hurry up. A bit earlier than usual, but she had probably woken up earlier due to her excitement for the big day. A quiet giddiness fluttered about in his stomach as well, but he couldn't let that throw off his rhythm.

Lastly he suited up, a process that expended 317 seconds, which when combined with the 47 seconds it took to get out of bed before starting his day and to leave his room, brought him to 6:20 exactly. Right when he had planned to leave the night before.

"Good morning, my dear," Giosue greeted Nancy as he stepped out of his room, a spring in his heel, and a parasol tucked under the pit of his arm. "Did you come over to do some last minute preparations for that?" It was a bit of fun that the two of them had concocted as a way of livening up the experiences of the confused newcomers that Eve happened to bring into their humble abode. There likely wasn't anyone around to hear their conversation and ruin the surprise, but he wasn't going to take the chance that some fresh-faced Paradox happened to escape Alicia's grasp, get lost within the manor and stumble into the conversation.


Location: Diamond District




Mali had a feeling he would have replied the same way no matter what answer she gave him. But even if that feeling were true, she had no idea whether that would indicate him faking enthusiasm. Everything she had seen about him seemed excited for everything under the sun. As Mali followed Genny down the hall, she couldn't help but notice that she felt noticeably less energetic than she had before coming into the spa. Maybe Wayne's secret was that he just passively siphoned away everyone else's energy. He had to power that perpetual motion mouth somehow.

"Well, I always hated the smell of roses." How those rotten flowers became known for smelling good was beyond her. Their odious stench always made her stomach lurch when she had to be around them. And on top of all that, they were covered in thorns. What an overrated flower.

"Nothing else springs to mind immediately. Unless you have some weird, experimental scents. I'd like to opt out of those." Part of Mali felt that she could be squandering the gift she'd been given by playing things so safe, but then another part of her remembered that she didn't want to show up to a party smelling like earwax and goat cheese because that happened to be some fad she'd been unaware of. She just had to settle for being largely unhelpful to the nice assistant that had been assigned to her.
I'll get my post up tomorrow at the latest.

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Lake



"Likewise." Although he didn't like being asked questions by strange people pointing weapons at him, his mental state was anything but furious at the moment. At the basest level his primal survival systems were alight, shouting DANGER, PREDATOR and pumping out the chemical cocktail that would let him move really quickly if need be. The higher conscious on the other hand was more suspicious and unwilling to help than anything. His eyes remained trained on the gun for the rest of the conversation.

"If I were the PI, it would be self-evident why I was here." Harry didn't really know why he was being so stubborn. Other than the gun, he didn't really have reason to be wary of either of these two, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Maybe it was the sulfurous odor that permeated the forest. Or he could just be hungry. He could go for lunch.






Location: Diamond District



Mali turned around and watched Zoie walk away for a good, hard second as that confusing package of emotions that cropped up last night made itself known again. People used the term butterflies in one's stomach to describe infatuation; it would have been much easier to deal with that. She felt something in the pit of her stomach, as if some ghostly hand had reached inside her abdomen and clutched her innards into a tight fist before giving it a twist for good measure. It was going to be really hard to work if this pattern kept up. She was supposed to be dealing with a conspiracy, not wrestling her emotions in check every few hours.

Mali turned back to Wayne and thought over her options, with the distraction that was Zoie only barging in uninvited a few times. There were two immediate options that sprang to the front of the line. A deep tissue massage would probably do her the best, but a thai massage sounded interesting. She had never heard of it, and she was half Thai herself. Sort of. It could be neat getting a bit of experience with a facet of her culture that she was unfamiliar with.

"Eh... I'll go for the deep tissue massage," she said as she stood from the chair and dusted off any bits of hair that weren't caught by the drape from the robe.
Cyne

Location: Tower
Interacting with:A2

The door had yet to be successfully broken down, and if there were anyone capable and willing to open the door with another method, they were out of luck now. She could probably wait for Keystone to do it, but why bother staying in a beefed up form if you weren't going to use the muscle it gave you?

Well she felt really comfortable, at ease as a bear, but that was beside the point. Making an audible grunt, the bear took a few steps back and aligned with the door. Nor quickly caught on and moved out of the way, lest he get knocked into the room as well. One quick gallop later and the door was no longer a barrier to entrance in the room, but the impact jarred Cyne enough so that she couldn't really get a grip on what was in the dimly lit room for a few seconds, and almost stumbled into a wall.

Once centered, the druid noted that there was a desk to one side, a drawer to the other and front and center was a bed. One person was underneath the covers and a robed individual who knelt there not even looking towards the group. Part of Cyne wanted to try talking to either of the individuals, but she didn't want to drop the Ursa shape while the chance of combat was still quite high.
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