[If there's one thing that can be said about the Barge, it's the life - and pairings - go on. Not that Tesla can say that being shuffled around at the Admiral's whim isn't annoying, but it's not really his place to argue either. Mostly because he knows it isn't going to do him any good if he were to try. And if nothing else he can say that he doesn't actively dislike Rip any. Which is as good a start as any.]
[Ford is in a large stone room, suspended in front of a stained glass window shaped like a great red eye. Glowing blue shackles attached to his wrists and ankles hold him up and hold him still, the chains extending out of frame. Bill floats beside him, his eye perfectly circular, sending a blue beam of some sort of energy into Ford's body. Around them are assembled similarly-inhuman creatures, monsters from other worlds, watching with delight.]
No! No! Nooo!
[Ford screams. The beam holds him a long moment more, then stops.]
[It takes Tesla a moment to realize that this isn't something that Ford has sent of his own volition. And once he does, his surprise promptly turns into horror - he knows all too well what lightning can do a body and when the scene starts to repeat the horror only grows; by the time the video stops it's almost a relief, although he has a feeling that he's not going to be forgetting what he's seen anytime soon.
(He's none too certain if the video had genuinely been of repeated attempts or if the communicator had simply continued to play it on repeat, either, and he's not certain which is worse.)
He means to say something, too. Even if only to let Ford know that his communicator is acting up. What his own communicator actually sends is something else entirely.]
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[The video opens on a narrow corridor. No, more than that. A catacomb if the bones resting in niches along the wall are anything to go by. Of more immediate relevance, however, is a more recent corpse, lying on the floor under the light of Helen's flashlight - the man can't have been dead for more than a handful of minutes, if that.]
What did this?
[Helen asks, concern and surprise in her voice]
It's not so much the what, as the why that counts.
[And that voice is very much a familiar one, as the video pulls back a bit to get Tesla in view, and unlike Helen he's standing perfectly at ease, as if it doesn't really matter that a man is dead. Either way, Helen looks up at his comment, almost concerned.]
This is your project, isn't it? [She asks, rising to her feet and turning off her flashlight] This is what you've been working on.
[There's a grin at that for Tesla, broad and utterly without shame as he answers.]
Tonight, you get to witness the rebirth of the greatest Abnormal that ever walked the earth.
[There's a rustling sound behind Helen at that, and footfalls; she turns, gun drawn, to come face to face with what are most likely the very thing that Tesla's talking about, a pair of men - of humanoids? - with dead black eyes, fangs, and nasty looking talons; vampires most likely. One of them growls, as Helen speaks up.]
My god, Nikola, what have you done.
[Tesla, of course, doesn't directly answer, offering only:]
Welcome to the future.
[Which, of course, Helen doesn't directly comment on, turning instead to the more relevant questions at hand (although not without warily eyeing the two figures in front of them first).]
What the hell are they?
Well, [Tesla begins, as he goes to stand next to his creations, whatever they might happen to be] in a very basic sense, they're me!
[He sounds entirely too thrilled at that; Helen, meanwhile, sounds distinctly less then thrilled when she answers.]
You found a way to revive the species.
[As before, this isn't a comment that Tesla confirms nor denies. On the other hand, with the answer standing in front of them he doesn't really need to either, instead he pulls a small knife out of his pocket.]
The question: Could I use my own [a slight wince as he cuts his palm with the knife, bending to let his own blood trickle into the mouth of the corpse at his feet as he continues] altered DNA to turn a boring old homo sapien into a higher, more evolved species?
[A pause, as one of his creations passes him a U-shaped device that seems to be made of metal, with wire wrapped around the top part; he takes it and turns back to Helen.]
And the answer is so simple, it will make you cry.
[A pause for dramatic effect, and then:]
Watch.
[He jams the device into the corpse's chest, electricity arcing from the points as - against all odds - the corpse, no, the man, now jolts and screams as he's dragged back to life, talons growing from his fingers and teeth elongating into fangs; Tesla grins as he pulls the device away and the man stands to his feet, looking over his new talons. Helen meanwhile, has been watching the scene unfold with what can only be called a shocked expression on her face.]
Well, thanks for joining the party. [This is murmured in the direction of the newly-created vampire.] Now, uh, go join the others.
[Wordlessly, Tesla's latest creation complies with the order, while Tesla himself turns to watch his creation go, before completing the circle and turning back to Helen, who's still too stunned to speak. Somewhere in the middle of the process, he also pulls out a handkerchief, and sets about cleaning the blood off his hand.]
See, the coolest thing about me using my blood to reanimate the dead is [a laugh breaks free, momentarily] they do whatever I say.
[That, at least, has Helen finding her voice again.]
They're practically mindless.
I know! [This comes out sharp, almost on the edge of anger.] They're fast, vicious, strong [Tesla counts these off on his fingers] but they're as dumb as tree stumps. [He turns back to point at his creations as if in accusation, before taking another step back towards them.] Which defeats the whole point of the project.
You want me to help you make them intelligent.
[It's not a question, for all that it easily could have been. But Helen knows Tesla all too well, it seems, and by his reaction, he'd been expecting her to catch on to this particular point, stepping towards her without a second thought.]
This is the culmination of everything we stood for as the Five: Pushing boundaries, exploring realms of science that other people were afraid to. Just imagine! [He takes a step back and turns towards his creations again.] Sanguine vampiris. Reborn!
They would only enslave us again. [Helen counters, as Tesla yet again turns back towards her.]
Well, I don't thing human beings are doing such a good job of it right now, do you? You and I, could usher in a new golden age of thought and culture and peace...
[Throughout his spiel, Tesla is, apparently ignoring the fact that Helen doesn't really seem to be on board with the idea. And, in fact, looks rather like she has some pretty serious doubts; she shakes her head when he's finished.]
You’re mad, Nikola.
No! [This is sharp, angry. Very nearly a yell, almost, Tesla's voice dropping back down to conversational afterwards.] The Philadelphia Experiment was mad. But this... [another grandiose gesture back at his creations] is progress.
[The second video follows immediately on the heels of the first, but it's clear that it's definitely not the same place as before. For one thing, it's not in the middle of a catacomb - rather, it's in somewhere that looks like a villa. Probably equatorial too, given that it's fairly open air. Tesla and Helen are both present and no surprise there, but there's also a third party - a young man with short hair, although who he is to either of them isn't clear.]
Why are you people always so ready to think the worst of me? [Tesla's the one speaking, and he sounds mildly frustrated, as compared to the others, who mostly look like like they're surprised he has to ask.] You've seen my facilities for yourself.
[Which certainly offers some explanation of where they are,if not necessarily what Tesla is doing there.]
You honestly expect us to believe you're running a detox clinic?
[Helen sounds less than inclined to believe that, and her sentiment is echoed by the young man, whose disbelief is tempered by mild amusement.]
Yeah, you're, uh, you're not exactly the philanthropic type.
I never said I wasn't making a profit, [Tesla offers this as if it makes perfect sense] but in return, I provide a public service.
[Helen, apparently, is having none of this and her voice is more than a little impatient when she speaks up.]
I'm waiting.
[There's another brief sigh, and then Tesla speaks up again.]
Wealthy parents ship their drug-addled teenagers to me. They arrive, their poor little bodies wracked by the best designer drugs trust funds can buy. It breaks your heart, but then after one week of my treatment, I send them home to mater and pater completely cured of all addictions.
[Somewhere in the middle of his explanation Helen rolls her eyes, but it's the young man who speaks up first.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, one week? [And to be fair, it is a fairly short turn around for the sort of thing that Tesla is suggesting, but Tesla answer is nothing more than an 'mmhmmm' in a tone that suggests that he's all too pleased with himself; the young man picks up the conversation not long thereafter.] That's impossible.
[Tesla, apparently, takes this as something of a challenge, coming right back with his own comment.]
Which part of "I'm a genius" aren't you getting?
[At this point, Helen herself jumps back in, as the young man offers a smile that's halfway between bemused and 'I was expecting something like that' at Tesla's comment.]
Less ego, more facts, please.
Alright. [Tesla begins] Do you remember that weapon I invented to combat the Cabal's super-abnormals?
[This prompts a nod from Helen and a comment of 'Yes, all too well' before Tesla continues on.]
This may go over your head. Just try to play along. [This is addressed to the young man before he turns back to Helen] Suffice it to say, I redesigned the biotechnology core, creating a blood matrix scrubber with selective protein inhibitors...
[This is, apparently, not the right thing to have said, because Helen is abruptly interrupting, apparently none too pleased.]
Enough! Whatever you've done to these young people, Nikola, they're disappearing.
[Which in turn seems to come as a genuine surprise to Tesla]
As in...?
[It's the young man who jumps in to explain though, rather than Helen.]
Something's killing them and stealing their bodies.
You don't say. [The comment comes slowly, but there's the sense that Tesla might know more than he's letting on, especially given the prompt from Helen that follows.]
Come on, out with it. I want to hear you say the words.
Alright. [Tesla begins more hesitantly this time, as if he doesn't really want to admit this but also can't really resist Helen either] I... I may have...sort of...
Spill it, Nikola. [Helen's voice is sharper, as if she's impatient, or maybe is simply just Done with Tesla's hedging; either way, there's a grin as he finishes the sentence.]
Turned them into vampires.
[The view blinks out momentarily before coming back, refocusing on Tesla's face - it's clearly not been more than a second or two given that he's still talking, although he's now standing at the rail of the balcony.]
Admittedly, I was too impatient with my previous experiments. They were... imperfect.
[Which is certainly not the word that most people would have used, a fact that Helen is quick to point out, her voice still sharp enough to suggest that she's not really any less irritated.]
They were homicidal.
Semantics. [Tesla counters in the tones of someone who really doesn't want to argue but knows that the other person is right (and won't admit to the fact)] This time it's different.
How? [Helen counters in return, as the young man continues to fix Tesla with his best unimpressed look.] You would still have had to use your own blood.
Yes, [Tesla hedges] but I programmed the little tykes' DNA for a time release of the vampire gene... 30 years minimum for the metamorphosis to complete.
Time release? [The young man cuts in, clearly not entirely buying any of what Tesla's said] We're talking about ancient vampire blood here. It's not cold medication.
Same principle, junior. [Tesla answers, without so much as missing a beat] I thought that if I slowed down the genetic mutation, I'd sidestep the antibody rejection which was plaguing my former subjects.
[Helen speaks up again, at that, and when she does it's fairly clear that she's not pleased.]
Well, clearly, something went wrong.
Clearly. [Tesla's own answer is a more bitter echo to hers, and by the tone of his voice it's clear enough that he's not too fond either with the fact that something has gone wrong, the fact that he's basically being read the riot act (for admittedly good reasons), or both. But neither is there time for anyone to dwell on it, given that Helen is already moving on to other topics.]
How many subjects did you treat here?
[There's a pause and a blink as Tesla turns away, and although his expression is concerned there's something in voice that sounds almost thrilled all the same.]
[The Barge looks...strange, in Ford's dream. It's clearly the Barge, but also, in the dream, the dreamers know that it's the Stan o'War II, the boat Ford was on with his family. It changes seamlessly from one to the other with no attention drawn to this lapse in logic.
Ford is going from room to room, opening cabin doors, checking the deck, checking the bar, searching for something, or someone. Every room he checks is deserted, so he keeps searching.]
[Tesla's in the bar, because of course he is, regardless of whether or not it had been empty mere moments ago. Still, even then he knows, somehow that something is wrong. Not the Barge itself - he accepts the fact that it's halfway the Barge and halfway some other ship as if it's simply the way of things - but there's something else wrong. Something he can't put his finger on, quite, even when he catches sight of Ford.]
I owe you an apology. Though I believed at the time that my actions were necessary, I inflicted harm on the people on this boat that I didn't intend. The precautions I took were insufficient -- I didn't understand until it was too late many of the ways that the spell would hurt people. If you suffered as a result of my actions, I am deeply sorry, and I am resolved not to make the same mistake again.
I could have done without some of the reminders of things that happened? But I'm not really the person you should be apologizing to, either. Not when not everyone would have been able to think about other things instead of whatever they were trying not to think about.
There's no mistaking Juno for a student, but in his defense, he's not particularly trying to blend in. That's not going to stop him from rapping his fingers against the visiting professor's door, his hat tilted low under his brow.
The response is on the terse end of things, but it's not a no, and the door is standing ajar a bit. Plus he could just as easily have not answered - or provided a more definitive suggestion that Juno go - which is at least enough to suggest that the comment is presumably meant as a sort of 'come on in'.
Either way, once Juno does step on inside, he'll find the gentle sort of clutter that is fairly common to academia, and Professor Thorton besides, apparently caught in the middle of looking for something in the book shelf behind his desk.
[Nadja has already warned Steve and Laszlo, but by the time she's calmed down somewhat, her thoughts drift to the last remaining vampire she knows of on this ship.
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It may interest you to know that there is another vampire on this boat besides the four of us. He is newly arrived, a very powerful and important person. And he is not known for being patient or calm with those who irritate him.
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No! No! Nooo!
[Ford screams. The beam holds him a long moment more, then stops.]
READY TO TALK NOW?
I won't. [Ford is singed, burned, gasping for breath, but he looks up, defiant.] I won't let you into my mind!
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WHAT DO YOU THINK, PALS? ANOTHER 500 VOLTS?
[Oh. That's what it was. Electricity.
The scene flickers, and starts over. The electric shock. The laughing onlookers.]
No! No! Nooo!
[The beam stops. Ford gasps for breath.]
READY TO TALK NOW?
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(He's none too certain if the video had genuinely been of repeated attempts or if the communicator had simply continued to play it on repeat, either, and he's not certain which is worse.)
He means to say something, too. Even if only to let Ford know that his communicator is acting up. What his own communicator actually sends is something else entirely.]
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What did this?
[Helen asks, concern and surprise in her voice]
It's not so much the what, as the why that counts.
[And that voice is very much a familiar one, as the video pulls back a bit to get Tesla in view, and unlike Helen he's standing perfectly at ease, as if it doesn't really matter that a man is dead. Either way, Helen looks up at his comment, almost concerned.]
This is your project, isn't it? [She asks, rising to her feet and turning off her flashlight] This is what you've been working on.
[There's a grin at that for Tesla, broad and utterly without shame as he answers.]
Tonight, you get to witness the rebirth of the greatest Abnormal that ever walked the earth.
[There's a rustling sound behind Helen at that, and footfalls; she turns, gun drawn, to come face to face with what are most likely the very thing that Tesla's talking about, a pair of men - of humanoids? - with dead black eyes, fangs, and nasty looking talons; vampires most likely. One of them growls, as Helen speaks up.]
My god, Nikola, what have you done.
[Tesla, of course, doesn't directly answer, offering only:]
Welcome to the future.
[Which, of course, Helen doesn't directly comment on, turning instead to the more relevant questions at hand (although not without warily eyeing the two figures in front of them first).]
What the hell are they?
Well, [Tesla begins, as he goes to stand next to his creations, whatever they might happen to be] in a very basic sense, they're me!
[He sounds entirely too thrilled at that; Helen, meanwhile, sounds distinctly less then thrilled when she answers.]
You found a way to revive the species.
[As before, this isn't a comment that Tesla confirms nor denies. On the other hand, with the answer standing in front of them he doesn't really need to either, instead he pulls a small knife out of his pocket.]
The question: Could I use my own [a slight wince as he cuts his palm with the knife, bending to let his own blood trickle into the mouth of the corpse at his feet as he continues] altered DNA to turn a boring old homo sapien into a higher, more evolved species?
[A pause, as one of his creations passes him a U-shaped device that seems to be made of metal, with wire wrapped around the top part; he takes it and turns back to Helen.]
And the answer is so simple, it will make you cry.
[A pause for dramatic effect, and then:]
Watch.
[He jams the device into the corpse's chest, electricity arcing from the points as - against all odds - the corpse, no, the man, now jolts and screams as he's dragged back to life, talons growing from his fingers and teeth elongating into fangs; Tesla grins as he pulls the device away and the man stands to his feet, looking over his new talons. Helen meanwhile, has been watching the scene unfold with what can only be called a shocked expression on her face.]
Well, thanks for joining the party. [This is murmured in the direction of the newly-created vampire.] Now, uh, go join the others.
[Wordlessly, Tesla's latest creation complies with the order, while Tesla himself turns to watch his creation go, before completing the circle and turning back to Helen, who's still too stunned to speak. Somewhere in the middle of the process, he also pulls out a handkerchief, and sets about cleaning the blood off his hand.]
See, the coolest thing about me using my blood to reanimate the dead is [a laugh breaks free, momentarily] they do whatever I say.
[That, at least, has Helen finding her voice again.]
They're practically mindless.
I know! [This comes out sharp, almost on the edge of anger.] They're fast, vicious, strong [Tesla counts these off on his fingers] but they're as dumb as tree stumps. [He turns back to point at his creations as if in accusation, before taking another step back towards them.] Which defeats the whole point of the project.
You want me to help you make them intelligent.
[It's not a question, for all that it easily could have been. But Helen knows Tesla all too well, it seems, and by his reaction, he'd been expecting her to catch on to this particular point, stepping towards her without a second thought.]
This is the culmination of everything we stood for as the Five: Pushing boundaries, exploring realms of science that other people were afraid to. Just imagine! [He takes a step back and turns towards his creations again.] Sanguine vampiris. Reborn!
They would only enslave us again. [Helen counters, as Tesla yet again turns back towards her.]
Well, I don't thing human beings are doing such a good job of it right now, do you? You and I, could usher in a new golden age of thought and culture and peace...
[Throughout his spiel, Tesla is, apparently ignoring the fact that Helen doesn't really seem to be on board with the idea. And, in fact, looks rather like she has some pretty serious doubts; she shakes her head when he's finished.]
You’re mad, Nikola.
No! [This is sharp, angry. Very nearly a yell, almost, Tesla's voice dropping back down to conversational afterwards.] The Philadelphia Experiment was mad. But this... [another grandiose gesture back at his creations] is progress.
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Video, cw: mentions of: drugs/addiction, death, experimentation on dubiously willing (teen) subjects
Why are you people always so ready to think the worst of me? [Tesla's the one speaking, and he sounds mildly frustrated, as compared to the others, who mostly look like like they're surprised he has to ask.] You've seen my facilities for yourself.
[Which certainly offers some explanation of where they are,if not necessarily what Tesla is doing there.]
You honestly expect us to believe you're running a detox clinic?
[Helen sounds less than inclined to believe that, and her sentiment is echoed by the young man, whose disbelief is tempered by mild amusement.]
Yeah, you're, uh, you're not exactly the philanthropic type.
I never said I wasn't making a profit, [Tesla offers this as if it makes perfect sense] but in return, I provide a public service.
[Helen, apparently, is having none of this and her voice is more than a little impatient when she speaks up.]
I'm waiting.
[There's another brief sigh, and then Tesla speaks up again.]
Wealthy parents ship their drug-addled teenagers to me. They arrive, their poor little bodies wracked by the best designer drugs trust funds can buy. It breaks your heart, but then after one week of my treatment, I send them home to mater and pater completely cured of all addictions.
[Somewhere in the middle of his explanation Helen rolls her eyes, but it's the young man who speaks up first.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, one week? [And to be fair, it is a fairly short turn around for the sort of thing that Tesla is suggesting, but Tesla answer is nothing more than an 'mmhmmm' in a tone that suggests that he's all too pleased with himself; the young man picks up the conversation not long thereafter.] That's impossible.
[Tesla, apparently, takes this as something of a challenge, coming right back with his own comment.]
Which part of "I'm a genius" aren't you getting?
[At this point, Helen herself jumps back in, as the young man offers a smile that's halfway between bemused and 'I was expecting something like that' at Tesla's comment.]
Less ego, more facts, please.
Alright. [Tesla begins] Do you remember that weapon I invented to combat the Cabal's super-abnormals?
[This prompts a nod from Helen and a comment of 'Yes, all too well' before Tesla continues on.]
This may go over your head. Just try to play along. [This is addressed to the young man before he turns back to Helen] Suffice it to say, I redesigned the biotechnology core, creating a blood matrix scrubber with selective protein inhibitors...
[This is, apparently, not the right thing to have said, because Helen is abruptly interrupting, apparently none too pleased.]
Enough! Whatever you've done to these young people, Nikola, they're disappearing.
[Which in turn seems to come as a genuine surprise to Tesla]
As in...?
[It's the young man who jumps in to explain though, rather than Helen.]
Something's killing them and stealing their bodies.
You don't say. [The comment comes slowly, but there's the sense that Tesla might know more than he's letting on, especially given the prompt from Helen that follows.]
Come on, out with it. I want to hear you say the words.
Alright. [Tesla begins more hesitantly this time, as if he doesn't really want to admit this but also can't really resist Helen either] I... I may have...sort of...
Spill it, Nikola. [Helen's voice is sharper, as if she's impatient, or maybe is simply just Done with Tesla's hedging; either way, there's a grin as he finishes the sentence.]
Turned them into vampires.
[The view blinks out momentarily before coming back, refocusing on Tesla's face - it's clearly not been more than a second or two given that he's still talking, although he's now standing at the rail of the balcony.]
Admittedly, I was too impatient with my previous experiments. They were... imperfect.
[Which is certainly not the word that most people would have used, a fact that Helen is quick to point out, her voice still sharp enough to suggest that she's not really any less irritated.]
They were homicidal.
Semantics. [Tesla counters in the tones of someone who really doesn't want to argue but knows that the other person is right (and won't admit to the fact)] This time it's different.
How? [Helen counters in return, as the young man continues to fix Tesla with his best unimpressed look.] You would still have had to use your own blood.
Yes, [Tesla hedges] but I programmed the little tykes' DNA for a time release of the vampire gene... 30 years minimum for the metamorphosis to complete.
Time release? [The young man cuts in, clearly not entirely buying any of what Tesla's said] We're talking about ancient vampire blood here. It's not cold medication.
Same principle, junior. [Tesla answers, without so much as missing a beat] I thought that if I slowed down the genetic mutation, I'd sidestep the antibody rejection which was plaguing my former subjects.
[Helen speaks up again, at that, and when she does it's fairly clear that she's not pleased.]
Well, clearly, something went wrong.
Clearly. [Tesla's own answer is a more bitter echo to hers, and by the tone of his voice it's clear enough that he's not too fond either with the fact that something has gone wrong, the fact that he's basically being read the riot act (for admittedly good reasons), or both. But neither is there time for anyone to dwell on it, given that Helen is already moving on to other topics.]
How many subjects did you treat here?
[There's a pause and a blink as Tesla turns away, and although his expression is concerned there's something in voice that sounds almost thrilled all the same.]
Oh, man... Enough to raise a little hell.
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Ford is going from room to room, opening cabin doors, checking the deck, checking the bar, searching for something, or someone. Every room he checks is deserted, so he keeps searching.]
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I owe you an apology. Though I believed at the time that my actions were necessary, I inflicted harm on the people on this boat that I didn't intend. The precautions I took were insufficient -- I didn't understand until it was too late many of the ways that the spell would hurt people. If you suffered as a result of my actions, I am deeply sorry, and I am resolved not to make the same mistake again.
Stanford Pines
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-Tesla
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Pen and paper, right back atcha, Tesla's door
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The response is on the terse end of things, but it's not a no, and the door is standing ajar a bit. Plus he could just as easily have not answered - or provided a more definitive suggestion that Juno go - which is at least enough to suggest that the comment is presumably meant as a sort of 'come on in'.
Either way, once Juno does step on inside, he'll find the gentle sort of clutter that is fairly common to academia, and Professor Thorton besides, apparently caught in the middle of looking for something in the book shelf behind his desk.
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It may interest you to know that there is another vampire on this boat besides the four of us. He is newly arrived, a very powerful and important person. And he is not known for being patient or calm with those who irritate him.
So, you know.
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How attached are you to the pub's door?
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He smells like a dirty alehouse, but he and his family can be quite effective.
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Did you get a handle on Envy alright?
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