Patricia Williams
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"Ah-ah-ah!" - I interrupt loudly, - "My apologies for butting in, but don't do that." Viscount sputters mid-word, turning to me curiously - "...What's the matter, my dear?" "I think we will need to do something more thorough than just collect the big body parts and wash the rest off." - I explain - "This man, mad as he was, had some odd magic at his disposal. And while I'm confident I have exploded him rather thoroughly, it wouldn't hurt to make sure there are no last minute problems. I wouldn't be…-
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In the end, it turns out that my wives are unwilling to disembark at the estate. Their reasons are varied and many, but Lily-Anne had the most impactful of them, and it sounded like "a few more men at arms will not do much, but someone to talk you down from wanton slaughter just might". Or, to sum it up, they pointed out that lack of firepower is not my problem. The lack of restraint, on other hand... Dad just facepalmed when it was pointed out to him. In the end, we are taking along the dozen of…
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I am pleasantly surprised. After the absolute fustercluck that sorting Elsinores out turned out to be, Fortinbras is a refreshingly reasonable person to deal with. He is considerably older than Dweezil but does not seem to be considering his age to be a reason for extra considerations, so far. While technically I can not abstain from the deal, neither of them insisted I take on more than being the silent threat to anyone disagreeing with their decisions. Fortinbras will be adsorbing the remainder of…
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-...Well now. As much as I loathe the necessity, I do actually need to take your report. Things are getting a little urgent. - MM, sure, sure... Just, ah... One moment while I mmm... Oh quit it, I can hardly think of serious things if you keep distracting me like that! - But it's ever so fun. How could I possibly resist? - Flatterer... Mm, just keep it slow for now, alright? So... HM. What to begin with? - Well that's easy. Tell me a little story about Champagne court. - Those folks, mm? Well, they've…
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Panting heavily, Abbas threw the vase against the window, reveling in the clamor of broken glass and pottery. He glared around the room, seeking something else to throw. A chamberpot caught his attention, and he wasted no time grabbing it and heaving it across the room out of the broken window, spilling the contents across the carpet as it flew. His nostrils flared at the stench of piss, and he shouted for a servant... Then snarled and kicked the pillow laying nearby as he recalled the latest indignity…
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Father and son glared at each other across the room. Both felt they had some important points to make. Neither wanted to bend. Finally, as the silence grew awkward and even slightly aggressive, Alphonse gave up. "At the time, I believed I had good reasons not to embroider you in that particular mystery, my son." - he offered placatingly - "What you genuinely do not know can not be weaseled out of you." "I understand why you thought so." - Hiram agreed - "However, not knowing had put me in a very awkward…
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Mihel sighed contentedly as he leaned back in his chair, the ledger before him filled with numbers. The bottom line contained impressively many digits. Considerably better than his initial expectations. Which was a novel sensation in itself. As a merchant with a storied past, Mihel was not a stranger to seeing his expectations fail to pan out as well as he had hoped, but this was probably the first time the end result surpassed even his wild fancies. Very gratifying, and the trends showed no indication of…
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Pierre wiped his brow with the sleeve, stretching out laboriously. After a whole day of work, he could use some stretching. Next to him, his friend and chaingang fellow Louis stooped over, his hands on his knees. "Phew." - he opined - "Je peux voir Parsee d'ici. "You sure can." - the gravelly voice of their overseer, a dwarf by the name of Erkule, shook both of them out of reverie - "Tha's it fer now, lads. Go gitcher food, ye earned it today." "Avons-nous fini... Erkule nodded without looking up from…
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I am on my best behavior. As a goose. Or, rather, geese. Since I can not just murderate everyone undesirable in the area, I decide on psychological pressure instead. And therefore, each of my wives aside from Moon Unit is now holding a goose-me, as we all line up to spectate the impending curbstomp. And no one doubts it would be a curbstomp, it's just that Elsinores have this asinine idea Hamlet is the one with the advantage. Though right now, all of them including Hamlet himself are very nervously eyeing…
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Duel at the dawn. Honestly, it's like they're trying to make me as mad as possible. Oh, and Claudius is looking very ruffled. In fact, he is whisper-shouting something to Tamaya, who is shaking her head and making shushing motions with her hands. Well, I assume they are shushing, in any case. Wonder what's up... "...obviously used forbidden fire magics!" - Claudius finishes angrily just as I manage to get an eyespider within eavesdropping distance. "Unaffiliated clans had kept watch on both glades, as…
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