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 The door exploded into wooden splitters, twisted metal and flying iron nails. “Do you mind!”  A man in a long white coat, black rubber gloves and wearing goggles yelled looking up from the table he was working at, a small amount of blood marked both gloves and coat.  He quickly grabbed a white sheet and in one sweeping motion threw it over the table. “Very much,” Julius’s vocal unit droned dryly in response as he ducked and turned to his side as he crab walked through the open doorway.  “It’s been a long day.  Security officer Julius on official business.” Julius scanned his surroundings,

 A bell rang as the door was pushed open and Hope entered with Leper following behind her.  The sickly sour scent of illness that clung to the Shadow Kin healer was nearly drowned out by the aroma of ancient vanished wood, tried plants and grasses, and of a muted scent of perfume the like Hope could not place. The hooded and beak masked form of Leper approached the wooden counter as Hope pulled back her own hood and tugged her scarf down as she scanned her surroundings.  Having stepped through the portal she felt something odd in the air and that this place wasn’t at all welcoming her in.  Against the more colourfulness of the room sh

 “This music is meant to get you to buy things?”  Lloyd remarked attracting the glares from some nearby shop staff.  The tune was one of those annoyingly pleasant ones played quietly that you barely noticed it but still it was there in the background.  The staff was a mixture of men and women in their prime all tidy looking and smartly dressed in mostly black.  The entire place reeked of refinement to the point there be no Last Resorter could ever feel welcome here. “Apparently,” Donover remarked as he examined a long dress a deep green in colour and decorated in lacy detail.  The music was the last thing on his mind

 The office of Frank Harris was near silent as Stanley Roach, the intense looking administration head of the Last Resort, sat behind his desk looking down at the Last Resort’s latest bout of accounting details, carefully scanning closely details such as addresses, payments owed, wages, details for further learning for any Resorters who wanted it and of course the ever present insurance claims that usually was focused around one particular Robert Donover.  Roach sat there hunched over the desk recording the facts and figures into the ledger for the previous day with his impossibly neat handwriting. His desk was very neat, a place f

His head ached, and his senses were still a bit unfocused from that last blow to the head.  Breathing heavily his ribs ached as did the joints in his arm with the worst of it in his fingers.  Life was good Arnost mused as he charged forward kicking up the sand of the arena.  The hunter fell back raised his wooden training blade catching the full force of Arnost’s blow causing both swords to shudder, and Arnost’s fingers screamed out.  Blow after blow rained down from the maimed Kin as he shrieked, pressing onward, and pushing the hunter further back until they suddenly pushed back.  Leaping forward, his fi

Top Hat was grateful towards Noname, as utterly ridiculous as that sounded.  His encounter with the adolescent had turned the ground floor of the library upside down where by the end of their meeting the many shelves, that had once formed a maze, lay face down upon.   The floor was littered with tomes bound in leather covers of red, brown and green. The air was now rich with the heavy musk of aged paper and tanned leather after they had been disturbed. Had the cat really wanted to punish him for leaving the unpleasant child alive and sending the library into chaos, then the cat would have kept him away.  The mere thought of leaving the place