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2590 - New Management The stranger must have been around thirty or forty years of age. He had brown hair, with some gray covering the sides. Thick-rimmed glasses covered his eyes, with an ominous sheen. He had been wearing a black long-coat, with black cargo pants, and boots. Roland was half suprised he wasn't armed. Despite his villainous appearance, however, the man retained his earnest smile, especially when referring to Elena. Roland had enough, it was time the stranger started answering some questions. He moved his duster to display his revolver, which unsuprisingly caught the mans attention.
"I think you'd better explain yourself, mister, now." Roland said quietly, but sternly. The man shifted in his seat, but he didn't stop smiling.
"Of course, where are my manners? My name is Leeroy Donovin. Pleased to meet-" He began formally introducing himself until he was interrupted by Roland.
"So what's your business with her, Leeroy?" He said, gesturing to Elena, who was beginning
2590 - Hurry Up and Wait Pt. 2Raze sat away from the campfire that his men had prepared. He merely stood while the rest of the bandits rested or ate. He kept looking in the direction of Red Light, his mind filled with violent thoughts. Thoughts of the things he would do to those Synthetics. He gently rubbed his burns, they had healed substantially, but they still caused great pain. The burning fuel would have killed a normal man, but his healing factor saved him. The scars would not heal for years, though. His thoughts were interrupted by a glimpse of a figure in the distance. He squinted at the seemingly human shape. He whistled loudly, to bring his men to attention. Within seconds, they were at his side, with their guns ready. As the figure drew closer, they had recognised it was a man, covered head to toe, in black. His face was covered by a ski mask and goggles. Raze only stared at him. The stranger began to speak, his hands raised slightly.
"Calm yourselves, gentlemen. I only want a few words," he began. "I kn
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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