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She raised a brow, her hand again squeezing his thigh as a wicked grin came over her lips.  “Oh I’m not a distraction am I?  I still haven’t shown you that gift that I got a few weeks ago in the arch.  I have a feeling once I do that you will be very distracted indeed m’lord..” 

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Callie pushed the books aside.  Still nothing on the Blight.  She hadn’t made progress in weeks.  With a resolute sigh, she took out a sheet of fresh parchment, pressed the mahogany pen Gereth had given her to her lips and began to write.

Dear Dr. Hotah,

    I am sorry that this letter has not come sooner.  Perhaps it was my own pride that has kept me away, and a reminder of how important this could be that puts my pen to paper now.  I hope you can forgive me for my attitude at the symposium.  This research has been something consuming, as I’m sure you yourself are well familiar with.

    I know that we did not get off on the right foot, and I acknowledge my part in that.  But I’m hoping that for the good of the Krytan people, we can lay our differences aside and start working on a solution to this blight that seems to have no end.  I think if we met again, just the two of us, that perhaps a solution may still yet be within our grasp.

    If you accept, please write me back at the Maiden's Whisper Inn, Room 6 or simply stop by.  I have tea, or spiced rum from the Arch if you prefer.  I would very much like to speak with you again.                                   Sincerely yours,

                                    Dr. Calico Tarper

Callie handed the letter off to one of the brothers who bowed and assured her that it would be sent to its rightful owner without delay.  She did not doubt it as the priory brethren had never disappointed her before.

Callie dropped the pen and rubbed her eyes.  The hour was getting late and Gereth would be expecting her back at the manor soon.  Jasper was already starting to nibble at her fingertips, which was his usual sign he was hungry and ready to go.  The last two days spent at the manor with Gereth had spoiled him rotten as a few of the servants seemed to take a shine to him and had been sneaking him food.  

But something had been nagging at her.  She reached into her satchel and unfolded a piece of paper that had been given to her by one of Scarlet's associates.  A name, some dates, that was all that was written on it.  Brother Mark approached her table and asked softly if he could help her pack up for the night. Callie smiled and started to put the note away, but instead she paused and looked up at the brother.  “Could you possibly bring me some of the books you have on family lineages?  Noble houses, looking for somewhere in the C’s.  An old house, probably extinct.” The brother rubbed his chin and nodded, grabbing her other books and telling her to wait there.  While he was gone, Callie stood up and stretched her legs.  She’d been at this for hours, might as well do it now while she was here.  But a disapproving look from Jasper had her remembering an obligation.  Quickly, another note was penned. Gereth,

    I find myself late at the library tonight so I am sending Jasper on to you.  I’m hoping I will not be long, but I will head straight back to the manor from here.  I promise.  Just have a favor to do for a friend.  I love you.

                                        ~Cal

The letter was affixed to Jasper and he immediately rose up out of sight to take the exit reserved for the courier birds.  Just then, Brother Mark reappeared with a few old texts.  Gods, how she loved the smell of old books.  The combination of old ink, dried parchment, well worn leather with a hint of dust was enough to get her motivation going again.  Soon another brother followed with a small lamp for her table, and yet another with some wine and cheese.  She thanked each one with her usual kind smile and got to work. The first few books revealed little, not even a mention of the name or anything remotely close to it.  She was about to call it a day when one final flip through a book was the revelation she had been searching for.  Quickly she grabbed a fresh piece of parchment and began to take notes..

“House Carcel, an established nobility family that was founded in the Southern hemisphere of Orr.” “Unknown history of nobility, possibly through lineage, or bestowed by a high official.” “Tyrelle Castor Haste Carcel named Baron of his land on 998AE.”

This looked promising…

“... Many noble families had contributed to the Third Guild War in 1013AE, either through coin or through participation.” “When the Third Guild War forced the populace of Orr to defend themselves and become involved…” “... these families contributed a minor part to the war… House Carcel, …”

Orr….well that was very interesting indeed.  She nibbled on some cheese and read further…

“Date: 1040AE, House: Carcel. Official transcript of worldly funds and all those attached being transferred and transported to Ascalon… declaration of deportation and transfer 1040AE, sign here…” “Northeast settlement of Gryndhead of Ascalon, official document of signed importation records, 1042AE.”

“... House Carcel flees manor of Highforge, and province of northeast Ascalon… 1071AE…”

There was a map, and possibly more information, but the sound of ten bells jolted her out of her reading and she glanced to the clock on the wall.  Gereth was going to kill her.  Quickly she gathered up the book, shoving the notes in between the pages to mark her place and pushed them into her satchel.  She would be sending the Scarlet a letter in the morning.  She may have found what this new companion to the mysterious Scarlet has been looking for.  She hoped he would be pleased.

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“I miss you.  Please come tomorrow at mid-day to the place where I fell in love with you.”

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Hunte nods appreciatively as she places the mug of coffee in front of him. His right hand reaches out as he lifts the cup to his lips and presses his own bottom lip to the mug gauging how hot the coffee was. Hunte sets the mug down as he decides to wait for a moment or two.

“Discreet or not, doesn’t matter to me, they are dead, I just need any information pertaining to their history and death. Scarlet, she is...”

Hunte picks up the parchment and pen that he had grabbed from her earlier and began to write on it. Once finished, he’d slide the piece of paper across to her.

House Carcel, 998AE to 1270AE. Is what was written on the paper.

“Scarlet is doing much better than you likely last saw her, she’s just dealing with a few things, relationships, you know the drill. I wanted to thank you for taking care of her after her ordeal, it could have been much worse if she was cared for by someone incompetent.”

Callie nodded and sipped her cup as she looked over the name that was scribbled on the parchment.  It wouldn’t have rung any bells for her, being a commoner from the Arch but she couldn’t help but wonder why this was so important.

“I’m glad to hear that she healed well.  She made it to the Inn in the commons and I had treated the owners children only a few days past.  They sent for me and I did what I needed to do.  More than anything I just think she didn’t want to be alone, poor thing.  What an ordeal to go through at the hands of those evil people.  Wonder if she ever found that asshole that gave her that damn flu.  I’d love to wring his neck myself..” she said, sipping her cup.

“That’s unfortunate about the relationship thing though.  Can’t say as I was surprised though.  The one who came to see her…”  She shook her head.  “He just didn’t seem right...y’know?”

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A steam medicinal atomizer.  The nose and throat instrument is complete and includes its original wooden box and printed instructions.  By Codman & Shurtleff, Boston.  c. 1880.

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Would love some stuff of Callie.

need Victims

okay I got my new graphic Tablet today and I need to get used to it!

my sketches are still to unclean with it so practice would be nice.

:D sooo in order to get used to it I would like to do some sketches sooooooo if you have a pretty gw2 character (except charr im really shitty at drawing animal like things Dx) like or reblog this and I will stalk your blog for character or even reblog/answer this with a neat screen and I will scribble it! My art is not the best but hey! Free scribble!

on another note scribble Garnet 

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█ DRABBLES.

• Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character's house for the night, or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!)

• Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character's house drunk. Specify which of the three.

• Save: My character will save yours in a crisis, or vise versa. Specify.

• Heal: My character will tend to your character's wounds, or be at their side when they're sick.

• Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)

• Death: My character's reaction to your character dying.

• Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify.

• Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

• Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

• Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

• Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank).

• Sky: Our characters are stargazing.

• Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious, you may decide.)

• Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

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Calico groaned as she picked up the paper, but there was nothing else to read with her morning coffee.  As her eyes scanned the article about Cecil, her brow knit and she immediately went over to her desk. “Dear Lord Captain, I’m sorry to hear of the news of your ill health, it came as a bit of a surprise I must say.  I was saddened to hear of you stepping down from your position, and the circumstances by which you became ill. I know it is little consolation after how I treated you at our last meeting, but if there is anything I can do to ease your pain, I owe you at least that.  Gods be with you darlin.  Sincerely, Dr. Calico Tarper”

The letter was sealed and affixed to Jasper’s jacket with instructions on where to go to find the former Captain.  She sighed as the red feathers flew out of sight and into the hazy night.  There was little she could do medically, but at least she had offered.

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The Minister's 'Truest Servant' Retires

At the open session of the Krytan Ministry on 39 Scion 1328, Captain Cecil Saville performed his duties with the usual drive and purpose despite an obvious illness gripping him, before at last making an impassioned speech that asked the Ministry to remember his services rendered, and relieve him of his vows.  Vice Legate Minister Orson Thermogan of Nebo Terrace acquiesced to the captain’s request.  His service to the Ministry Guard ended along with the open session.

Captain Saville’s lungs were ruined when his respirator mask was damaged in a thick miasma, while leading a group of adventurers into danger to find research and information that could help with research into the blight that is currently affecting Kryta’s crops.  The fruits of this labor remain to be seen.

Captain Saville will die of his illness, though it is not certain how long he will continue to live with his condition.  His last words as the active captain of the Guard within the chambers were, “Even in death, I shall remain Lord Beetlestone’s truest servant…but Kryta’s and her Queen’s first.”

The doors of Roanwilde were closed to all callers when we approached for an interview.

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Callie froze slightly as the lady of the manor appeared.  Short of her own mother, Callie had never seen someone more lovely in her life.  This woman was like something out of a fairy tale, the way she moved, the smooth honey tone of her voice.  A million thoughts ran through her head at the same time…

“Shit...do I curtsey?  Do I bow?  What the hell do I call her?  I didn’t ask...fuck...fuck fuck…”

When her hands were taken and the woman did a bow, Callie did her best to mimic it right back to her, putting on her bravest smile.  “M’lady Payce...thank you so much for having me, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.  Gereth has told me so much…” she finally managed to squeak out, thinking it didn’t sound too bad for a start...this was going to be a long night.

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zip me -- cecil saville, no specifics.

The guards had left, Mrs. Jynkins was back into her room and while Mals had been there to help Calico get into this damned contraption that doubled for an elegant evening gown, he was well at home now and the bodice was so tight she couldn’t reach the zipper no matter which way she contorted.  With her face almost as red as her hair, she turned around and looked over her shoulder at Captain Saville.  “My Lord....so sorry to bother you...would you mind terribly?  Just enough to get it started....”

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unbind me -- cecil saville, no specifics.

Cecil strode over in his usual grumpy demeanor and snatched the key from the young guard.  He immediately unlocked Calico’s cuffs and threw them at the young lad, cursing him for his lack of knowledge about who it was that he had arrested.  It had been a simple case of mistaken identity.  The neighbor down the hall, Mrs. Jynkins had been quite into her cups when she had witnessed the woman in a fancy dress struggling with the lock to Calico’s room.  Of course the young doctor never wore such dresses and had never done any more than a bun on her head, so it would have been easy to not recognize her from behind.Calico tried her best to assure the Lord Captain that no harm  had been done and her faith in the guard was still as assured as ever, but she couldn’t help but laugh as he turned that glare onto her nosy neighbor, causing her to retreat back into her room.

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nurse me -- cecil saville, broken leg.

The door swung open, the sign stating the doctor was in swinging on its wooden peg as Calico looked the Lord Captain up and down.  His arm was hanging over the shoulder of some young soldier but his leg was bent in completely the wrong direction, so much so it almost made her nauseous to look at it.She instructed him onto her clinic bed, expertly removing his armor and setting it aside.  By all accounts, the break looked clean, and she had just enough material to set it.  To his credit Captain Saville never flinched or made a sound as the splints were tightened and the familiar crunch resounded in the small room as the bone slipped back into place.  Several times, she swore that she had caught him staring at her.  No, not at her, at her hair.  It made her wonder who the woman was that he saw when he looked at her, for at times it seemed like he blamed Callie for the hair color that was out of her control.  Though she would never have the gumption to ask his Lordship such a personal question, she couldn’t help but wonder whose heart had been broken the most in whatever it was that haunted his mind.

Despite being a star patient, the stubborn man insisted on tossing gold at her and walking out after the leg had been wrapped and plastered, despite her protestations.  He had merely tossed the coins to the floor as if she were a beggar in the street, carrying his armor in one hand and walked out the door.  Once the clanking metal was well out of earshot, she shut the door and leaned back against it with a heavy sigh.“You’re fucking welcome...My Lord...” she sneered with a sigh and went about cleaning up.

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(A happy one was requested.)It was sometime around three o’clock in the morning...least that was the last set of bells that Callie had heard outside her window.  Gereth was fast asleep in the bed next to her.  The fire had died down low, and long shadows were cast across the room.  But even in the dim light, she could still make out his face.  He was so beautiful when he slept, when his face was relaxed.  Granted, she loved the way he smiled, the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t looking, the way his eyes danced when he laughed.  However, here, with his head against a pillow, black waves of hair splayed out across a cloud of white linen, he was the most handsome.  He’d come home early, she wondered if he’d even gone to the manor at all before seeking her out, before coming to the place he said had felt more like home than that cold stone manor ever had.  They’d made love with each other time and time again until they were utterly spent and had fallen asleep in each others arms.  But a voice outside her door had snapped her eyes open.  Force of habit.  Now she could watch, she could look without him knowing and enjoy the peacefulness she felt at gazing upon him.

Gereth grunted in his sleep and his lips quirked into a smile.  He was dreaming something good and it almost made her forget herself and laugh.  But she held still.  His arm was under her head, the other held her hand smashed between them.  Her fingers gently brushed over his hand, lost in thought, space and time as the minutes passed. 

He shifted again, mumbling her name and it made her smile.  She would have to ask him in the morning what he had dreamed.  Callie tilted up and softly skimmed his lips with her own.  It wasn’t much, but just enough that she felt his body tense into a stretch and soon that arm between them was around her, pulling at the small of her back until she swore they would meld together if he held her any closer.  With that, he fell right back asleep.“Sleep sweet my darlin love...” she whispered, closing her eyes and drifting off into her own dream.  There would be no nightmares tonight.

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