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-thinks for a moment that it probably isn't an ambush, but decides to play it safe a little-
-his outline glows golden for a moment- Perceptio dextro
-and he gets up to walk over- Mendacem. -another golden glow-
-he then clears his throat, and investigates-
You okay there?
{Al right, good. Tell me when you're ready to see me. Or just find me, I'm just on the roof, leaning against this big metal box thing. With this- propeller behind a grate.}
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(Gila is sitting outside by Ferret's gravesite, completely oblivious to Tallis' current plight and how unwittingly making her dig a whole grave probably nudged her closer to the gaping precipice of madness than she needed to be.)
(Has laid an unappealing bouquet of dandelion leaves and grasses atop the gravesite, eyes shut in silent contemplation.)
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-stands in the doorway for a moment, lowering his hood- Believe it or not, not the first time I've had to meet an employer whilst they were still in bed.
-he walks over to sit near her- How're you doing, anyway?
-Castor is writing in his book, leaning against a tree near Gila- Mourning for the dead?
Seems like a recent grave... my condolences.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell enough, but not well enough to leave bed? -he smiles a little-
Well, I needed to get around to this- but here, a gift. Hopefully it fits. -hands her a necklace
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I always try to give at least something in return.
Yeah, I don't think I've met you before.
But I was just using that as a sign that I'm at least friendly and not trying to kill or steal from you.
And 'an acquaintance' doesn't roll off the tongue.
No problem, just being polite. -he looks over Gila- You're quite an oddity, I have to say.
I am Lord Castor, and I think It'd be a pleasure to make of your acquaintance.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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-Sullen-
-But she leaves the kitchen-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?