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[is_watching_you]

Life here in Luceti does not seem to be much different from that of Aselia. People lead similar lives here as they would there.

Even I, too, have not had much difficulty adjusting to life here. The only noticeable difference is a drop in my own powers...

[Filtered to Yuan]
Yuan, I thank you for your assistance in using the journal. After spending

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[judge_evening]

[Richter's in the next room, trying to ignore the fact that Tenebrae is sitting on the other side of the door. Emil, why'd you have to leave him there while going shopping? Now Richter can't shake the paranoid feeling that the Centurion might come waltzing through the wall any second, to confront him with what's happened in the Ginnungagap. Tenebrae still doesn't know the full story, after all.]

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[is_watching_you]

[Feel that, Richter? Tenebrae, right now, is staring through that wall, INTO YOUR SOUL.

...If you still have it, that is.]

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[judge_evening]

[yes, he still has a soul! If Tenebrae was really capable of staring into him, he'd know that. Suffice it to say, being X-rayed by a Centurion is causing an 'unexplained' chill to run down Richter's back.]

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[ratatosk_knight]

[Fortunately for Richter, Emil is on his way up the stairs at that very moment. Richter usually grumbles about being dragged places, so Emil has learned that it's best not to bother him about that sort of thing too much. Working on getting the other to be social can come later.

It takes him a moment to get the door open while juggling bags of groceries he's carrying. However, he manages not to drop anything in the process, and once he's inside, he kicks the door shut behind him.]

I'm back!

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[is_watching_you]

[Hearing the boy come through the door causes Tenebrae's ears to perk up, but he chooses to wait on the bed, his tail swishing back and forth, back and forth.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish~]

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[judge_evening]

[Oh, thank Martel. Emil's home. Now Richter can stop avoiding that black beast of terror. He gets up and opens the door to peer into the living area. At the sight of all those grocery bags, he decides it's probably best to help Emil carry those things. Or at least unpack. Which is why he's approaching the boy.]

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[ratatosk_knight]

[There are so many bags that only Emil's little antenna is visible over the top of them. After a bit of shuffling them around, his head pokes around the side.]

Hey Richter, do you mind giving me a hand with these? They're kind of heavy.

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[is_watching_you]

[Finally, Tenebrae appears. However, he emerges not from the wall, but from the ceiling in Richter's room. Because he's hax like that.]

Ahh, Lord Emil. You've returned.

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[judge_evening]

[Richter's first thoughts are along the lines of "How in the hell did you get in my ceiling?". The immediate thoughts that follow are more along the lines of "When did you get in my ceiling?!". Time to ignore that black beast of burden and focus on Emil.]

Of course.

[he takes a few of the bags from Emil's arms, so he can carry them to the nearby table.]

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[ratatosk_knight]

Thank you!

[sdfdfkldfg hello ceiling cat. Um, Tenebrae, please don't do that, that's kind of creepy.]

Oh, um, hi Tenebrae...

[He carries the remainder of the bags over to the table as well and plops them down with a sigh of relief-- his arms were starting to hurt.]

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[is_watching_you]

[While Emil starts putting groceries, Tenebrae floats over to in front of Richter. Staring. Piercing his soul with his eyes. THE STARE IS CRAWLING IN YOUR SKIN.

Perhaps he wants to say something?]

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[judge_evening]

[Richter was just minding his own business, pulling a bunch of oranges out of the grocery bag when... BAM! He looks up to stare directly into a pair of creepy red eyes. Ohgoddesswhatthehelldoyouwant.]

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[ratatosk_knight]

[Emil wanted the two of you to get closer, but this isn't really what he had in mind. Tenebrae clearly isn't aware of the fact that Richter values his personal space, either... this could get ugly.]

Um, Richter, do you want some tea? I can go put some water on if you'd like...

[He gives Tenebrae a look that reads, "please move before he decides to maul you."]

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[is_watching_you]

[Oh, come on. He's not THAT close to him.]

I would like to speak with you, Richter.

Alone.

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[judge_evening]

[he pushes his glasses further up his nose, regaining the usual composure of a rock again.]

Very well. The tea can wait until afterwards.

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[ratatosk_knight]

I'll... go make it while you two are talking, then.

[Emil is going to take this as his cue to exit stage right... you boys don't kill each other while he's gone, now.]