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[frimeur]

Terrible venture. And it had looked so promising, too, the glimmer, the gilt, the crystal, hmn? Although glimmer serves only to distract the eye, the gilt hides the rotted wood, and the crystal not near as fair as diamond. I've taken such notes; future reference certainly counts as a necessity.

And most unfair of you to deprive me of my highly

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[misterblackbird]

You've no right to order him about. If you want it, either ask properly or fetch it yourself.

I should have known you'd be unbearable today.

[frimeur]

Earl, have you no knowledge of the tiresome few days I have suffered, Earl? Stranded at sea, hardly any company save for a brethren of those with appreciation for a decent waltz, hovering near death, no less...

Now, do a favour, warm my veins.

[misterblackbird]

And I still stay you should be glad you didn't drown. Haven't you even looked at the Network today? It's misery across the board.

I will do no such thing.

[frimeur]

And you believe I've not been close to drowning, myself? You dare to doubt the integrity of such a revelation I've encountered amidst bravery in the elements?

[laszlo_jamf]

Lobby?

You can.
But...

Not wise.
No, no, no, no, not at all.

[frimeur]

Not wise, you say?

Oi, you there, you've such mantle as the deities, or are you an informant?

[laszlo_jamf]

I do say.

Professor Doctor Laszlo Jamf, now appointed, ha ha, diety.

[frimeur]

The Stradivarius, then, Professor. I demand it return to my locked safe caring hands.

[frimeur]

Ah, oui- Madame April, do your veins rush with the cold waters, or have they the warmth required to breathe in, out, in again?

[frimeur]

Ah, a fortune bestowed upon you, fair madame. Such a horrendous sight as unfitting to a lady's eyes as La Révolution.

[ruined_arcana]