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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .

𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .

@MalefactorLycan

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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
— the trauma. The scene is clean from any blood splatter, and the body. . ." His broad shoulders would stiffen for an instance, before rolling into a shrug. "—its bloody, but it's smeared, like the excess was wiped free so that we could see the marks. Hell, it's almost ——
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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
"It's extremely likely." The wolf was hungry, desperate to drink in the prey's reaction as that sharp gaze studied her features; how her eye spoke the words she would not articulate, almost pleading for the answer with her expectant gaze. "That case is as old as me." There —
𝖦𝖮 𝖳𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 .@DBLTIMEMARCH

+ modem operandi . hm . ( had the perp skipped country? was he alive and it was a copycat? ) . . . how accurately do you believe the mark could be recreated by a copycat , wriothesley .ᐣ

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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
— "Fontaine may be the nation of justice, but even justice isn't omnipotent." A cold fact, but one he delivered with the same warm guise of that grin. In his grasp was a decades-old cold case; same markings, same pattern. A buried relic that stained Fontaine's lofty ego.
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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
— searching. "I doubt you've even seen this," His tone was dismissive, already knowing the answer as he pulled out a file, with simply a date decorating it's header, holding up the manilla folder as if it were her prize; a prize for humoring him with her companionship. ——
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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
Ulterior motives sounded so sinister. Was it truly so wrong of him to yearn to give Chevreuse newfound experiences? Think of it as enlightening her mind. After all, if words to here were merely a means to an end, what were noises? What was a lapse of control for a girl who —
𝖦𝖮 𝖳𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 .@DBLTIMEMARCH

+ be assisted by, and assist in return. those she called ally were those she believed in completely. she would never have suspected any ulterior motives in wriothesley. )

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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
— It was an excuse. A guide to tower over her, peripherals ready to pounce at her reaction. Unbeknownst to her, he allowed her to waste her time, all as an excuse to prolong the night. He'd raise the paper closer to his visage, brows furrowing in a faux sense of thought. No, —
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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
A smile one could misinterpret as warmth. It wasn't a curvature erected with malintent. Rather, it was etched from the satisfaction of being ahead, even if the game was one-sided. A smile he would hide behind the brim of his cup to sip at his tea. A jasmine blend that he so —
𝖦𝖮 𝖳𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 .@DBLTIMEMARCH

+ he was several steps ahead of anything one could surmise. ) hm .ᐣ yeah , i kinda have been . ( utterly informal speech, she often forgot to use titles and articulate herself. language was all a mean's to an end. ) i'm stumped .

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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
— prize? Only time would tell, and the first roll of those dice came by those calloused hands pushing a steaming cup towards her end of the table; an offering to stir her from the files she was coming through. "You've been staring at the same page for an hour." His tone was —
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𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 .
She, @DBLTIMEMARCH , had such a refreshing presence. It was rare to find someone so willing to be blunt with the man. So many of the relationships he fostered were either based within the desire for his attention, or a certain genre of respect that seemed born from fear. —
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