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He Comes home from an outing into the Depths of Manhattan. The Show was alright, a Little Hackned but all and all a good performance. Lucielle is out as well for the Evening, He doesn't know where, nor does he really care. He boots up his computer to check his email.....
Marcelus,
In case this matter has not been made clear. You no longer stand as my talesinger.
Chief Feathersong
That Fucking Bastard. The Man Barely can run his own domain. And he still is playing the Position Game and this time is fucking with My Poisiton
He sits and thinks. He trys to calm down. He begins to scheme and plot. He will need to call in a few favors. This situation will be resoved quickly. But the position of Harpy is his and one way or another he will be again. He walks to his cabenet grabs a bottle of Baccardi Limon, pours himself a drink. And returns down to his lobby to stare out of the window.
He always enjoyed the city. The Lights the actions and the people. New York city was such an improvment to the back waters of Willomantic. But the one advantage to Williomantic, it was simpler. No Poloticing, Just Him and the Country are. But Still, The City is where he belongs. The city is his home. As many times has he gets enfuriated with the area, he can always just stare at the Lights of Times Square from his Haven and just relax. He knows everything will work. He is an Invictus Now. And as an Invictus he now has people to talk with to make this Fuck up go away.
But Rather than making phone Calls and whining about it, He will be just calmy talking.
He walks out of the Haven, It's time for him to Shop for the Right outfit for the Gathering on Saturday.
Marcelus,
In case this matter has not been made clear. You no longer stand as my talesinger.
Chief Feathersong
That Fucking Bastard. The Man Barely can run his own domain. And he still is playing the Position Game and this time is fucking with My Poisiton
He sits and thinks. He trys to calm down. He begins to scheme and plot. He will need to call in a few favors. This situation will be resoved quickly. But the position of Harpy is his and one way or another he will be again. He walks to his cabenet grabs a bottle of Baccardi Limon, pours himself a drink. And returns down to his lobby to stare out of the window.
He always enjoyed the city. The Lights the actions and the people. New York city was such an improvment to the back waters of Willomantic. But the one advantage to Williomantic, it was simpler. No Poloticing, Just Him and the Country are. But Still, The City is where he belongs. The city is his home. As many times has he gets enfuriated with the area, he can always just stare at the Lights of Times Square from his Haven and just relax. He knows everything will work. He is an Invictus Now. And as an Invictus he now has people to talk with to make this Fuck up go away.
But Rather than making phone Calls and whining about it, He will be just calmy talking.
He walks out of the Haven, It's time for him to Shop for the Right outfit for the Gathering on Saturday.