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[yasiprick]

*nods head slightly* Lucivar Yaslana. You may have heard of me.

Typist: *siiiighs* From the Black Jewels Trilogy. Another arrogant male. Great. Try not to upset him.

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[avenginggoddess]

*Raises an eyebrow* Hello.

Typist: Oooh, arrogance. Nem will have fun with this one....

[yasiprick]

*bows, but not so low that his eyes are off her for a moment* Lady.

Typist: Like there's a shortage of arrogant males in this place. At least we're one down now.

[avenginggoddess]

*Bites lip thoughtfully* I'm Nemesis.

Typist: They're so much FUN!

[yasiprick]

*watches her warily, sensing power, but not that of the Blood, as she has no Jewels* Lucivar Yaslana. *mocking smile* But hopefully not at your service.

Typist: For a given value of fun. At least this one shouldn't make my head hurt as much as the recently deceased. Although if Sadi turns up, it could be fun.

[silent_lark]

*curtsies and smiles prettily* Welcome, monsieur! I'm afraid I haven't heard of you, but perhaps that is all the better, for I shall be able to meet you for myself! And it certainly is a pleasure to meet you. I am Cosette Pontmercy, monsieur. I do hope you enjoy it here!

[yasiprick]

*laughs* You really have no idea, do you?

[silent_lark]

Idea of what, monsieur?

[yasiprick]

*laughs again, almost affectionately, before his gaze hardens* If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you. It's better that way.

[singulartragedy]

Can't say I have heard of you, but 'm a bit out of the loop as far as Society goes, so maybe that's not so surprising. Welcome, anyhow.

. . . and I guess it's customary to introduce oneself when meeting someone new, isn't it? I keep forgetting to do that lately. Adrian Singleton.

[yasiprick]

*nods head* Lucivar Yaslana.

And I've been discovering that this place isn't like home. Which is probably a relief, given my reputation there *laughs*

[singulartragedy]

I don't think this place is much like any other place there is. *wry smile*

You've got a reputation to escape, then? Not an uncommon plight. Can't say I'm particularly reputable myself.

[yasiprick]

If my...brother follows me here, then the reputation might come as well. But his far outstrips mine. The Sadist is spoken of in whispers all through Tereille.

[romanticrubbish]

Oh--! Hullo. I'm Daphne-- Daphne Farquitt, the novelist. I haven't heard your name before, but perhaps you've heard of me? *smiles vaguely, a little bit dazzled, and offers a hand to shake*

Typist: Aaaah, why haven't I finished those books yet?

[yasiprick]

*looks down at the hand as though it's a poisonous snake, but manages a polite bow* Lady.

Typist: Finish! And bring in a pup!

[romanticrubbish]

*retracts her hand, a bit surprised at the look* Is something the matter--?

. . . Oh. Oh, I suppose you're not a fan. That's quite all right-- differing tastes and all. I suppose you can't please everyone. *sighs*

Typist: I so don't need anymore puppets. Except Saetan would be fun. Augh! No. No, I definitely don't need more pups.

[yasiprick]

*snarls* No, you can't please everyone.

Typist: Prick, behave. *sigh* Yes, of course you need more pups. Or at least, one more pup. And Saetan would be fun. Especially if someone picks up Daemon. The Father, the Brother and the Lover.

[namomandos]

o.Ô

Don't expect many people to know you here.

[yasiprick]

I've come to realise that. And have decided it's not wholly a bad thing. But don't expect me to know you, either...

[namomandos]

That I expected too.

[yasiprick]

Am I to guess who you are, then?