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the bastion had changed in the decades since genevieve had graced its halls. a lie about a business trip, location on her phone rerouted, and here she was. she didn’t wish to be here, but gen knew she had to show her face, had to become available for the table should they need her. with a hefty sigh the lawyer slips into an open chair, martini sliding towards her without even needing to order. damn. “ thank you. ” she replies. it’s not long before another joins her, and gen glances out the side of her eye to see who it is. “ i’d ask what you’re drinking, but i have a feeling you’ll have a drink slide to you before you speak. ” and sure enough, the bartender does it again.
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nova tech was headquartered in central london, a beautiful glass tower amongst the rest of the sky scrapers. hanna’s office was near the top, a beautiful view of the river thames and the rest of the taller buildings around. hanna hadn’t wanted the tallest building, just the space they needed for the company. early in the morning hanna refrained from allowing anything on her calendar, enjoying the sunlight streaming into her office and reviewing the newspaper. the sound of steps echoing towards her drew a brow, few people would come see her now, even fewer allowed past her secretary. her expression remains curious when the face is revealed, but hanna at least folds her paper and sets it down. “ early morning visits ? what can i do for you, my favorite sister ? ”
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⸻ rachel weisz, 52, cis woman, she/her ; ] welcome to the bastion, GENEVIEVE COHEN. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are 52 and have been around london for 34 YEARS, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be CONFIDENT and SECRETIVE, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as an ASSASSIN + CORPORATE LAWYER will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your DESIGNER BRAND SHOES BECAUSE SHE CAN’T BREAK THAT VICE / AN UNDERGROUND LABYRINTH OF A WINE CELLAR / THE HIDDEN EDGE OF A BLADE JUST OUT OF SIGHT in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / melina vostokoff, rosalind dyer, dana scott. [ ⸻ honey ;
𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬
full name . genevieve claire cohen
nickname(s) . gen
age . 52
sexuality . bisexual
place of birth . new york city, new york
occupation . corporate lawyer assassin
height . 5'7"
tattoos . the birthdates of her family members + children on her upper spine
piercings . ear lobes once
pinterest . here
𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬
( tw: )
born to a family that only knew crime, gen never really stood a chance. trained from a young age to be a fighter, she had mastered most skills by the time she was sixteen. only through focus and improvement was she given the ability to focus on her favored hobbies, allowed to ride her prized horses.
when she was thirteen her family moved to france, they owned land in bordeaux and that is where gen’s love of wine began. days spent making wine alongside her grandmother, nights spent learning how to assemble and disassemble weapons blindfolded with her grandfather. it was a trying time, but there had never been a secret as to what gen was being raisd to do.
at the age of eighteen she was gifted to the table and moved to london. there she was introduced to even more of the underworld and gen made her name well known. she was a honed assassin, she was bred for this. failure never came at her hand.
but sometimes accomplishments don’t amount to happiness, and the honed blade of the table found herself wanting for more. she’d fallen in love, and desired to have children away from the underworld and not have to worry about never coming back from a job. the table granted her freedom with a window, a window she kept secret from the man she got peace with. the conditions were steep, but she succeeded and earned that grace.
gen went off to become a lawyer, and quickly went to work making a life for the family she wanted. she and her husband were an unconventional pair, but they shared a deep love and soon enough had two beautiful children. life seemed picturesque, until the table came knocking.
now gen is being thrust back into the dark world she left, and she’s doing her best to hide it from her family.
��𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
on main : her husband + 2 children.
lovers : not her husband obvi, but the pair have an open relationship. while gen stayed out of the underworld, that does not mean she didn’t sleep with people from there. open to all genders.
former ‘co-workers’ : people who she was close with when she worked the underworld about 30 years ago. they would still be loyal to one another, probably have some stories to tell, and a lot to catch up on now that she’s back.
〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉,〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉
〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉,〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉
〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉,〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉
〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉,〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉
#〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉#〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉#〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉#〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉#〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉#talesfmintro
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⸻ lucy liu, 55, cis woman, she/her ; ] welcome to the bastion, HANNA LEUNG. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are 55 and have been around london for 45 YEARS, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be ELEGANT and DECEITFUL, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a SIBLING OF THE RIGHT SIDE / CEO OF NOVA TECH will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your LUXURY BRANDS FOR DAYS DUE TO A SHOPPING ADDICTION / SCREENS OF 0’S AND 1’S THAT ONLY MAKE SENSE TO ONE PERSON / PLAYING THE INNOCENT FLOWER WHEN EVERYONE IS WATCHING in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / reileen kawahara, fury axtar, mai ling. [ ⸻
𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬
full name . hanna leung
age . 55
sexuality . bisexual
place of birth . hong kong, china
occupation . ceo of nova tech
height . 5'4"
tattoos . wouldn't you like to know ?
piercings . what to you notice ?
pinterest . here
𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬
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born in hong kong, hanna knows far more of london than she does china. while her sister was being raised to take over the right side of the table, hanna was being pushed to learn how to benefit them. she was picked from a young age for her mind, honed into a brilliant weapon of unsuspecting chaos.
she graduated primary school young, went off to university amongst peers that were far surprised by her mind and her age. almost forgotten was the life she was born from, and hanna embraced the enjoyment of academia. she was smart, and she put her mind to good work. eventually she graduated and founded her company nova tech with her business partner.
for decades this is how hanna has functioned, using her company to hide many parts of the underworld all while creating high tech weaponry and robotics. her company is sought after by many contractors, and hanna enjoys funding the darkness of her upbringing through it all.
love never seemed to come for her in the traditional way, small amounts shared with the passing lover, a deeper bond with her business partner that never stayed static. eventually she grew to desire more, but not the love that required a white wedding. hanna sought to have a child, and a child she had. her daughter means more to her than she cares to admit, once she thought such love would be a weakness but now she’d kill for it.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
on main : her business partner + child.
exes / lovers / dalliances / flings : any gender, nothing concrete and never lasting. hanna has a long string of ex lovers and is always down for a repeat occurrence. just don’t expect her to spend the night often or to fall in love. infatuation is her game far more than anything else.
〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉,〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉
〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉,〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉
〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉,〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉
〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉,〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉
#〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉#〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉#〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉#〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉#〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉#talesfmintro
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matteo didn’t truly enjoy lecturing valentina. the girl just lost her father for christ’s sake, the last thing she needed was him acting like he was filling in the role. but he also couldn’t have her starting fights outside of the ring. matt watches her cross the floor to meet him, and he tilts his head as she speaks. a chuckle slips from his lips at the words. “ ah, yes, let me guess. half past never ? ” he didn’t plan to ruin her night though, he never really did. “ i’m only here to ask you to keep your fighting to the ring, not the nightclub. ”
Valentina saw him on the camera outside of the gym before he stepped inside. she knew instantly what he was coming by for and it wasn't her fault that some chick thought she could actually take her. if they wanted to underestimate her because of her height, that wasn't her problem. and the whole point of an underground fight club, was to fight. perhaps that meant inside of the ring, but she couldn't be blamed for her temper and impulsive nature. she steps outside of her office, catching sight of him making his way across the floor towards her. "must we? if you're here to ruin another night, i'll get my secretary to get back to you to schedule an appointment." she didn't have a secretary.
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chelsea sighed when her mother didn’t scold her for the snappy outburst. she knew she shouldn’t have done it, but sometimes when she’d been up for too long and practiced for too long, control was the last thing she possessed. that, perhaps, was the point.
she takes a deep breath when her mother moves closer, smiling a bit at the gentle gesture. many wouldn’t believe the director of the vipers could be gentle or kind, but chelsea had always seen that in her mother. it made her betrayal even worse, pushing to live a life that she hid from the woman who raised her. it felt unfair, but chelsea had desires and a darkness that deserved to be used.
a soft nod comes from the blonde, “ i can keep going, my feet aren’t bleeding yet. ” when she was younger she’d danced and danced and danced. on her toes so much that her feet would protest for weeks.
"i know you will, darling." she took a few steps closer to her daughter. the wrong step, the hesitation, a loss of balance could mean life and death, it's why her children needed to be perfect, so they could be safe. viviana brushed chelsea's hair back, even though the hair didn't quite need organizing.
viviana hoped that one day her children would understand why the hardship, why she grilled them more than the other students at this school, but it's not the right time. at least not publicly, she knew what chelsea was doing behind her back and she's choosing to let it happen.
"come, let's go through it again. you're not tired yet, are you?" she used the controller to reset the song.
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a small sigh slips from her body, scarlette was a bit brazen and cared little for rules, but she’d never intentionally try to insult the head of the fucking table. “ i always feel safe in the bastion. i know it’s silly, but i’ll remember to look before i speak next time. ” because she was lucky morgaine chose to forgive her.
while scar believed that the woman had a soft spot for any children of the table, she would rather not push her luck. years of growing up playing in the space that was certainly not for children taught her well. one mistake might be forgiven, second mistakes do not happen. she might fight her job sometimes, she might struggle and wish she had a picturesque childhood, but she knew where her life truly was. the table had her loyalty, and morgaine was the head of that.
a dark chuckle slips from her lips, smiling as she glances at the blonde fully. “ tongue, eye, fingers… afraid they won’t be sharing their tales for several reasons, ma’am. ” examples were made, and what was meant to simply be a warning had turned when the other attempted to fight scarlette off. poor choice. thankfully, she had authorization to finish the job the way she did if faced with resistance.
Morgaine leans against the wall. “Your apology is accepted, but I think it demonstrates that one must always be aware of one’s surroundings, hmm? Especially in our line of work. That’s something the cannot be taken for granted.”
Morgaine was easy on Scarlette because she was the daughter of the Head of the Left Side of Table: valuable weapons in Morgaine’s arsenal. Scarlette was also very good at what she did despite her youth, but her upbringing had given her all the influence she needed. Of course if any of them were step out of line there would be consequences. Few people under Morgaine’s rule were allowed second chances and those only came by through consistent loyalty. Loyalty was always rewarded.
A faint smirk then crosses her red lips at Scarlette’s success. “Very good. I’m pleased to hear it. When someone spits at the Table, you take their tongue. We don’t do an eye for an eye here; if someone takes an eye from us we take their head. Simple.”
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“ keep that phrase on your tongue in this world and you’ll go a long way. ” she’s probably preaching to the choir, but scar offers the words kindly, not condescendingly. a smirk tops her lips, and she can’t help but chuckle a bit as she straightens her dress. “ i’ll keep that in mind for next time. ” she damn sure wasn’t paying for this to be kept secret. “ you wouldn’t notice someone go from bloody to fabulous ? how sad. i put a lot of effort into this look. ”
"I don't see anything." At least nothing that was too out of the ordinary at this point for him to flinch in the process. "You'e lucky, usually I like to get paid for my discretion." He wasn't above putting some cash in his pocket, just for the hell of it. "Though I would not have really noticed if you hadn't said anything."
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scar continued to watch the antonini's man walk off. he couldn't really tell her much, but she also didn't wish to attend a fight in the middle of a night club. " sounds boring. " she shares with a shrug. while scarlette knew she was supposed to learn more about who was in each gang under the table, she did not care enough to. the girl knew who she needed to.
a bright smile lights atop her lips at the suggestion, " i couldn’t agree more. did i tell you about the new shot i saw online ? it’s called a sour gummy bear. ” people claimed it tasted more like a starburst, but scar was willing to try anything. then again, tequila was also always a good choice. “ probably. i assume you have to go ? ” she doubted they had a choice in the matter, really.
Valentina shakes her head at matteo, scrunching a face at him when he turns to walk away before she looks back to her friend. "he always has been. needs to be all in the family business." that was his job, but that didn't mean he had to constantly ruin her fun. let a girl grieve how she wished.
Plucking her drink from scar, it only took three gulps to finish off her drink, moving to link their arms together. "i suggest we have a couple shots, get a new drink, and show them all up on the dance floor." the last thing she wanted to do was to drawn matty boys attention again. "are you going to attend the gala?" it was obvious that both of them would be there.
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@phantxmthreads
“ i’ve been asked if having a father as a tailor gets me any special treatment. ” rhys begins, buttoning the new shirt he was picking up to try it out. his father never got his measurements wrong, this was more because he wanted to feel the new material than to ensure it was the proper size. “ i’m sure you can imagine what i often reply. ” he could be a cheeky little shit, rhys usually smarted off to people or told them to figure it out themselves.
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@bvrnin
maps in hand, siri intends to memorize every inch of london while she can. her photographic memory did a lot of work as is, but she found walking it could also prove to be the best course of action. the adjudicator refused to be caught off guard. normally much more graceful, she manages to make a misstep, papers in hand and raising in her annoyance at herself. siri peeks up, and is grateful she’s avoided stepping on another’s toes. “ apologies. i think my map is outdated. ” which was also equally as annoying.
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@hydraschaos
" the bastion should really invest in a cafe. " rhys says as he cradles his cup of tea, a cup he brewed in his room and took down to enjoy in the lobby. plenty of people passed along this space and while little shared was useful, rhys did so enjoy the people watching. “ a nice cup of tea goes a long way. ” adds he.
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@talesofmanyx
standing on a balcony at the bastion felt like an entirely different world. the city around them had no idea about the criminal underworld that lay beneath their noses. pulling out his cigarettes, he flips open the top and offers a silent cuss. of course he lost his lighter. just as he’s about to slip the vice back into his pocket the door to the balcony sounds, and rhys has a bit of hope. “ please tell me you have a light. ”
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@talesofmanyx
slipping out of her cherry red car, the girl with matching hair scans across the crowded lot. she knew better than to dive into an unknown organization, but here she was all the same. the princess from the west coast was a faceless nobody here, she could do what she loved and nobody batted an eye. glancing to someone near by she offers a grin, " do you know if there are any open slots for tonight ? " she'd been wracking up quite the number of wins in the past few months, but lux still waited until the last minute to sign up.
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@talesofmanyx
" your files are... impressive. " siri hadn't been to the uk library in years. she certainly hadn't perused files in a few months. the adjudicator hadn't been sent on a case, finding herself in london was a change of pace. instead of taking a break like she should be, siri was deep diving into the files of all the little criminals in the area. best to know who to avoid, who to enjoy, and who to play with. " tell me, do you have them on all the employees of the bastion as well ? " she imagined yes, but also knew she shouldn't look at the manager or concierge just yet.
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@talesofmanyx
a hefty sigh slips from matteo's lips as he hears of yet another attempted fight in the nightclub. after breaking up the one between valentina the other night, it's like people were itching for something. speaking of... ending the call, the consigliere pushes up from his desk and slips out into the gym, eying the floor until he spots the familiar dark haired fighter he still had yet to lecture. the man looks entirely out of place in the gym, done up in a suite and polished shoes that click as he walks across the floor. but matteo likes it this way, he likes his office being in the place he can closely watch the misbehaved. “ miss antonini. a word ? ”
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⸻ max irons, 39, cis man, he/him ; ] welcome to the bastion, RHYS THORNE. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are THIRTY NINE and have been around london for YOUR WHOLE LIFE, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be CONFIDENT and DISTANT, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a SPY FOR THE TABLE will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your DOZENS OF PASSPORTS WITH FALSE NAMES ON EACH / A WARDROBE TO FIT EVERY OCCASION / PERFECTLY BLOWN SMOKE RINGS in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / james bond, jack ryan, jason bourne. [ ⸻ honey ;
𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬
full name . rhys henry thorne
nickname(s) . rhys
age . 39
sexuality . heterosexual
place of birth . london, england
occupation . spy for the head of the table
height . 6'0"
tattoos . plenty of scars + tattoos worked over the scars.
piercings . none
pinterest . here
𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬
( tw: )
a lot of this is tbd while plotting with daddio
rhys fell in love with spy movies as a kid. it seemed so fast passed, so intense and interesting that he sought to find a way into that world. he won’t admit it, but he can quote the old james bond movies.
but being a spy for the crown just wasn’t what he thought it would be. covering up shit for politicians and people who needed to keep a clear image wasn’t what he signed up for. that damn sure wasn’t what 007 did. his tipping point was always a delicate one, which is why one little wind pushed him into the world his father had already embraced.
years later he’s a spy for the head of the table herself. nobody knows really, but they damn sure do know he does something for the table. rhys weasels his way into every sort of situation, he learns your secrets, and he reports what’s worth it to the woman in charge. sometimes he gets his hands dirty, and the lack of rules and regulations certainly makes him enjoy this job a far bit more.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
on main :
flings, exes, messes : is hoe, make mess.
friends : or as close as they can get. he doesn’t really get close to a lot of people but their relationship works because they don’t really ask any questions either.
sparring partners : he enjoys fighting, and they keep one another in the ring and up to skill.
connections : people who tip him off to things, whether willing on their part or just people he has manipulated into it and don’t even realize what is going on.
enemies : or just in general people who don’t like him, people who don’t get along with him, people who he doesn’t like.
〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉
〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉
〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉
〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉
#〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉#〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉#〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉#〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉#〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉#talesfmintro
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