--[ Lions And Tigers And Hyenas, Oh My ]------------[ Somewhere ]----
    Scrub. Broken ground. Shredding wind. A horse pinned down by a stake,    
    and caged predators waiting just off stage.                              
    Addison and Culver are here.                                             
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Culver is civilising his court as much as he can manage with the tools at hand. He's laid in a supply of drink, clothes, and food that isn't fruit or seared meat of dubious provenance. He welcomes Caine to his encampment and supplies them both.
Culver says, "To friendly faces. I have to assume you've spoken to your sister."

( Caine looks and smells worse for wear. )

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Yami is standing just a little below Benedict at the top of a temple. "I have been sent to search for Lord Culver, Your Holiness."

Benedict snorts. "Highness is the honorific, thank you. Sent /as/ a Feldane?" He comes down the steps. Ziggurats are good that way - Alhambran pyramids are hard to climb.

( Yami bows her head to Benedict. )

--[ Humid, With A Chance Of Human Sacrifice ]-------[ Somewhere ]----
    Skulls, open bonfires, and frenzy. There's a giant throne as the         
    centrepiece.                                                             
    Culver and Irene are here.                                               
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Given I've been away some time, I thought I'd offer up two imaginary cards ( Read more... )

Culver, after an unmeasured time, passes a lit cigarette to match his own to Cordelia.
Culver throws the bottle of wine out of their little pocket in the side of the valley; it lands on the barren ground of the valley and shatters into a thousand pieces. He watches it.

Cordelia raises the cigarette to perfectly painted lips, and inhales. After five ( Read more... )

Obviously, if you're reading this, et cetera, et cetera.

I apologise if I was driven to killing any of ours.

But, then, if I did break, they should have known it was a possibility when they decided to come after me, and to not let it slide just this once. The rest of you will know to take it a bit more seriously in future, so there's a consolation ( Read more... )

( Erasmus steps in from outside, his Hound uniform adding only a little color to the office area. The man stops, gazing about with interest, either as a newcomer or long-ago visitor. )