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[The evening had come to a start. The plan, although it seemed like a stretch, was to be put into motion, and it had to happen then and now. And now it was to be him and that girl - both facing the devil himself, in a sense. Cain himself had seen to any outside disturbances; an Earl of Poisons had come in handy, and now there he stood outside in the darkened corridor.
One hand with a few strands of hair, and one black strand woven within the light brown hairs of his own - and he was ready. The decoy had stepped inside the den of wolves, and he was positioned outside as the guide. Please attempt at civility, mademoiselle. Just one silent comment to his marionette, and then he sighed. This was sure to be a little difficult.
Focus. She had said to close his eyes and focus... and he'd see what she saw. It was time to test it out.... All there was in that dismal room was a fireplace, lit and crackling with what was just short of an inferno, and a winged armchair whose back was turned to the doorway. An eerie sight... but they had to press on, even though knowing what lie on the other side of that armchair.
Now, address him.
Time to press forward.]
One hand with a few strands of hair, and one black strand woven within the light brown hairs of his own - and he was ready. The decoy had stepped inside the den of wolves, and he was positioned outside as the guide. Please attempt at civility, mademoiselle. Just one silent comment to his marionette, and then he sighed. This was sure to be a little difficult.
Focus. She had said to close his eyes and focus... and he'd see what she saw. It was time to test it out.... All there was in that dismal room was a fireplace, lit and crackling with what was just short of an inferno, and a winged armchair whose back was turned to the doorway. An eerie sight... but they had to press on, even though knowing what lie on the other side of that armchair.
Now, address him.
Time to press forward.]