Door
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Fontis
Apr 23, 2008 20:26:08 GMT -5
Post by Door on Apr 23, 2008 20:26:08 GMT -5
Door held up her glass bottle lamp and shone it on the wall of the tunnel.
"I think we made it," she said, turning to the Marquis.
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Fontis
Apr 23, 2008 20:33:43 GMT -5
Post by Marquis de Carabas on Apr 23, 2008 20:33:43 GMT -5
"Your powers of observation serve you well," *the Marquis drawled, seemingly unimpressed.* "This is, unless of course I'm wrong, which is unlikely, Sous-Paris. Congratulations."
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Door
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Fontis
Apr 23, 2008 20:41:54 GMT -5
Post by Door on Apr 23, 2008 20:41:54 GMT -5
"Do you know anyplace safe we can go? We can't let whatever killed my family get us, and we have to figure out who did it and why."
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Fontis
Apr 23, 2008 20:47:43 GMT -5
Post by Marquis de Carabas on Apr 23, 2008 20:47:43 GMT -5
"I have some associates I could contact," *he said vaguely.* "Did you find your father's diary?"
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Door
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Fontis
Apr 23, 2008 20:49:24 GMT -5
Post by Door on Apr 23, 2008 20:49:24 GMT -5
She nodded.
"I played it already. He said to not trust Islington and to avenge my family."
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Fontis
Apr 23, 2008 20:56:53 GMT -5
Post by Marquis de Carabas on Apr 23, 2008 20:56:53 GMT -5
"Well, seeing that we're an ocean away from Islington, you're well on your way to fulfilling the first half of his final request."
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Door
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Fontis
Apr 23, 2008 20:59:40 GMT -5
Post by Door on Apr 23, 2008 20:59:40 GMT -5
She smiled humorlessly. "I'm glad I could please my father."
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Fontis
Apr 24, 2008 14:08:59 GMT -5
Post by Marquis de Carabas on Apr 24, 2008 14:08:59 GMT -5
"And I'm sure he'd be terribly proud- unless of course you're killed on the way to my associates', the possibility of which grows ever higher the longer we don't move."
*He began walking briskly down a tunnel as if he knew not only precisely where it led, but every dent and uneven place in the floor. For all anyone knew, he could have.*
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Door
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Fontis
Apr 24, 2008 20:21:12 GMT -5
Post by Door on Apr 24, 2008 20:21:12 GMT -5
Door quickened her pace to keep up with the marquis. "Who are your associates, anyway?" she asked curiously. The marquis had quite an array of associates in London Below, and she was curious to know what sort of people she'd find down here.
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Fontis
Apr 24, 2008 20:27:17 GMT -5
Post by Toby on Apr 24, 2008 20:27:17 GMT -5
*Meanwhile, a teenage boy was sitting on a pile of garbage, trying to keep warm and remember who he was and why he was here.*
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Door
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Fontis
Apr 24, 2008 20:32:20 GMT -5
Post by Door on Apr 24, 2008 20:32:20 GMT -5
Door found herself staring at the boy, and then she tore her eyes away to keep up with the marquis. She felt badly for the people who fell through the cracks, but the only thing on her mind at the moment was safety.
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Fontis
Apr 25, 2008 14:48:16 GMT -5
Post by Marquis de Carabas on Apr 25, 2008 14:48:16 GMT -5
*He hardly spared the urchin a glance as he strode on through the semi-darkness.*
"We'll find that out when we get there, won't we?" *he said.*
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