Intelligence Gathering: A Fateful Encounter

[his_satyr_soul]

Ah, Cafe Leblanc. That brilliantly changing landscape upon which the intellectually cowardly could dance in an obscene parody of genuine politics. Such cynicism cavorted with equal ferver in the mind of Mr. Dorian Gray as he ran his hand along the obsessively intricate oak comprising the far table at which he was seated

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[arsene_lupin]

Another figure observed in silence the man who so ungratiously hid himself away as if the concealment of the shadows could hide the stain of blood on his heinous hands.

The letter had reached its intended destination, of that he was sure, but the law had already failed to apprehend this monster once.

Whatever the cost, he would not fail.

[his_satyr_soul]

A woman with long, dark curls in a bright pink dress approached the man, sitting beside him with a candid look of concern that only one so unenlightened as to the true nature of her charge could afford.

"Lost in thought, sir?", she began.

"Thinking of someone...", he continued.

"A woman, perhaps?"

"Perhaps."

"Was she very pretty?"

"Yes", the man admitted with a distance to his voice as his eyes remained fixed on a window, "She had a perfect face. But a face is all I know her by. That, and the name Achina..."

"Achina", the woman repeated, "I have heard of no such woman. Sorry."

[arsene_lupin]

"Achina is a village in Scotland", the Frenchman interjected as he stood, inhaling his cigar with a blank mask of a face, "And Africa."

[his_satyr_soul]

With a curious quirk of his brows, Dorian looked up at the stranger, "And you, so well-versed in the study of geography, might be...?"

[corvenus]

((hey, long time no talk, was wondering if this place had fallen apart or anything, i finally got a bit more time on my hands and was therefore looking to start rping again.))