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"That all? C'mon in, Gary!" Max beamed, leaving the door open as she walked back inside and flopped down on some cushions in front of what seemed to be a severely shortened computer desk. The tower was off to the side, while the keyboard, mouse, and three monitors seemed made for someone sitting on the floor. Someone such as Max.

"Those nice folks trust me with some a their passwords, so long as I help 'em look for stuff," Max smiled. "Gotta admit, it's fun readin'! Lessee...Gareus Fletcher? Yup, looks like ya!"

She brought up the file and looked at the designation. "It says here...MA on Sword--but with a surprisingly high sub-score in spatial reasoning, MA on Chalice, single Pentacle, and ooh! Nice Wand score, dude! Startin' off at a Four's above average for placement."

Kristen shook her head. "It is quite alright...I am indeed the Kristen of whom they speak. Stella is my employer, and Sol my honorary brother. I came here in order to dye my tips once more, but I found Gareus instead. He is a recent recruit, so I asked about his adjustment."

Honey's head bobbed, she chirped, "Oh 'ou Aurors are som'thin' else. 'Oo 'ou spea' righ' pro'er fo' som'on' 'roun my age. Almos' ma'es me wann' fa' in li'e. 'Oo dyes ya' 'air?"

Senpai sighed, looking down at the arm covered in heavy silk, nodding yes at the question. Senpai's room had various jars of all sizes and types, all sealed with different contents within, the mirror and several other pieces of furniture were covered with heavy fabrics. Smoke lingered around the floor boards, the dimness of the room made it appear musky and heavy. Senpai slowly moved to the window and began to open it to allow the fresh air in.

Honey grinned, "Tha' I can rela'e ta'," running a hand through her hair, Honey showed the platinum roots and missed places off- food coloring was really only so good for dyeing hair. "An I din' mea' not'in by it. Jus' go' a lo'ly voi'e s'all" She would shuffle her feet a bit, her hands subconsciously moving to hit the notes for the solo in 'Sharp Dressed Man', she loved this song- the solo was easy in her top ten. She could almost see the guitar and strings in her head. But she was still talking to such a pretty girl- WHO COULD MAKE FIRE- her mind switching gears, quickly as she remembered. She had to ask that question she'd had since yesterday- no since always. What was it like to hold fire... "'Oo righ' ! 'Ou ara fire wiz'a' yea'? Tha' mus' be a righ' th'ill 'avin' tha' beg'in'in an en' righ' tha' in ya' 'ands!"

Lin was curious like every woman, yet she did not look around as it would have been rude. It was difficult however not to realize how dark and heavy the room felt, as if happiness was not possible in those walls. As the window opened, it took a second to the woman to readjust to the light and the fresh air.
Then she looked at Senpai.
"May I see?" she asked very calmly, her hand slightly pointed into the direction of the younger woman's arm.
"I would understand if you did not wish for me to see but sometimes it helps to share..." she paused then added with a bow. "I am being very presumptuous, you probably have someone closer to you whom you would rather entrust your secret to. Forgive me."

The front door to the inn opened quicker than it had with his first visit. Kal Vennrich, strolled inside, cane tapping on the floor, left hand still lifelessly tucked into his vest, and a new, simple brown satchel hung from his shoulder. The clockwork man had a pleasant enough evening. He had come downstairs to have his tea with Miss Ming, but had come down far too late in the evening. So late in fact that no one had been awake. As such, not wishing to return to his room, Kal had helped himself to a drink and wandered off into the city to buy some books. Of course he had to wait till, morning, but he was content in seeing the sights.

Now, having obtained the books for his room, he returned in good spirits to his temporary domicile. Perhaps some more of the regulars would be present for him to chat with. Hopefully Mr. Degas wouldn't be in. Kal had no wish to be any more trouble to the man.

Strolling inside, the clockwork man made his way to the bar, smiling, and nodding to any who might look his way.

Kal paused in his strolling as a young woman walked into the room carrying a bit more than she could handle. She didn't seem to notice that she was dropping bits of cloths. The clockwork man cocked his head a moment before tucking his cane under his arm and walking over. Removing his top hat, he knelled down, and placed the woman's lost clothing inside. She'd dropped quite a bit, but he made sure to get every one, even the delicates. Best to just be discrete. Carrying his clothing-filled hat now, he followed the woman.

"Excuse me, miss, I believe you dropped these." he called after her.

Lin's eyes focused on Senpai's arm. It did not look anything human anymore. Rather like a gruesome cosplay of a crow bird claw. She noticed that the rigid skin seemed to be continuing far beyond the woman's shoulder. Consumed by the mushi, what would become of the rest of her body, her green eye?
"Does it hurt?" she asked calmly.



Celine turned as she heard a male voice behind her. She tilted her head to see the man, dropping one more sock onto the ground.
"Thanks!" she smiled at the blond man, then her baby blue eyes widened as she realized that her bright pink panties were sticking out of ...his hat!! Speaking of pink, or red for that matter, her face was soon between raspberry and cherry color.
"Euh...pl-please follow me!" she said not really wanting anyone else to witness that embarrassing situation. She quickly hurried up the steps towards her bedroom, opening her door with her elbow and stepping in.
The room was clean but a mess with clothe and magazines and lotions all over the place.