This does not appear to be anywhere near Amegak-

[The voice is neutral at first, quiet and cool. A woman's voice, cultured and soft as she asses her obviously foreign surroundings.]

Wait. This room. This very building...I remember it. I had thought perhaps it was

[There's a softly drawn in gasp as true realization sinks in and Konan ( Read more... )

-The voice that is apparent after a momentary brush of static is cultured and quiet, lightly accented. It is also carefully neutral, to avoid showing any improper emotion-

...This place. This building...it reeks of age, the paper on the walls is yellowed with age. Where am I? I was not where before, I know that much

-A soft intake of breath--- ( Read more... )

I would like to remind those who frequent the Butterfly Menagerie to mind their manners. Those with more energy to spare than sense are not welcome, and while I am here, you will not be admitted entrance into this business.

Despite what those of The Class may think, we are people and some of us posses dignity ( Read more... )