[[Ross sits in front of an inkwell, twiddling the quill pen between his fingers. Caras just provided him with the materials (and with the consent in doing so, his willing participation in the story), and he's itching to begin.
He sets the pen down and fumbles around in his cloak, bringing out a pocket knife. Carefully, Ross makes a small cut
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The moment that Drosselmeyer decided to write about the Raven, he was but a puppet in his hands.
Even as he was made aware of all that the young man was writing through his magic, he could almost feel it sinking in, the strings of fate winding tighter around him as he felt his story become not his own but an exposition of a familiar writer from a far past time.]]
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Daughter. Are you here.
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What are you raising the racket for, Caras? I am attempting to write.
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You're already done with your writing, you whiner. I am aware of that much.
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...a very taciturn, soft-spoken Darkness, whose years spent cowering from emotion had all but robbed the power of speech from him.
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[[It is in a sharp, almost harsh handwriting that is yet distinctly elegant. The text reads like a military briefing:
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Below is the Spinner young Drosselmeyer's story. The maiden involved is the Kraehe you love.
((A word-for-word transcript is included here, including the extra line about being without speech))
If you wish to free her, you must use your powers as a Spinner, and avoid being affected by his. Approach the catacombs without being detected and write swiftly.
Do NOT rush in. Spinning is your only effective weapon here, and with any luck you retain the element of surprise.
Until you interfere, I will be unable to stop this. If you are careless, then neither will you.
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It has no signature. There was apparently no need for one.]]
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Without even the slightest bit of hesitation, he stabs the nib of the quill into his left hand, scribbling a sentence fiercely in his own blood.]]
But at that moment, the Darkness, desperate to save his daughter from an unwilling marriage, found it within his power to speak freely...
[[And he takes off toward the catacombs. Hopefully Caras will be able to delay the proceedings long enough for him to get inside without being detected.]]
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Dale, dearest, a second before the vows. There's something I must do.
[[He closes his eyes, puts his pen to the paper, and sees the scene in his head, including the person running through the catacombs, pen and paper in hand.]]
Damnit, it's the fanboy.
[[Ross starts to write Caras's dialogue, but the words won't come. He grabs his wrist and pushes down, but only succeeds in slashing across the paper.
Angrily, he turns to the Raven.]]
CARAS! How dare you?
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