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mvms. he/him. half-elf.
Joined July 2020
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โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐‘๐„๐Œ๐ˆ๐‘, ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐–บ๐—… โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐™ต๐™ธ๐™ป๐™ด๐š‚ ๐™พ๐™ต #๐““๐– ๐–ค๐–ฌ๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ค๐–ฒ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐–บ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—’๐–บ๐—…. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €#witcherrp โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ™ก & โ†ป โ €
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Yes, that mission was exactly as long as planned, no, no one needs to freak out. Ok. Smooth sailing?
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He grins. "That's all a man needs, isn't it?" Cue a melodramatic sigh. "Unfortunately, yes. Would you like to help me cause a little trouble?"
"no, no, i think it's good to keep people guessing. gives you a more complex appeal too : you enjoy garden parties and mystery." she passes the comb through her hair, accompanied by her fingers. hmm. rather nice. "... and you're still here because you need further help."
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He purses his lips, arms crossed over his chest. โ€œVery well. No further questions, lest I appear even more invested in a garden party,โ€ he replies, though the hint of a smile quirks his lips.
she levels a flat stare at him. on her end, that means he was unable to verify something, and needs external help. he just doesn't like to admit to it. bad for business. "well, i played only for the buffet later in the day, upon request of her son. i did not see her on the --
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Remir shakes his hand, his face not revealing a shred of the surprise he feels at how readily the man had agreed. The risk had felt justified, though, as heโ€™s now met the man a few times and each has been greeted like a stranger. โ€œThere is no shame in engaging an expert โ€”
Laurelin's gaze darkened for just a moment at the talk of his finances, his hoard. Still, maybe he had requested help in making sure it was protected... He couldn't quite remember. Finally, after a long pause, he took the other man's hand, shaking it, welcoming the meeting. --
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where protection is concerned,โ€ he replies eagerly. โ€œFinances are no small matter.โ€
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โ€œVery well, very well. My name is Remir, and I am an associate of the Bank of Redania.โ€ He extends a hand. โ€œI was told you requested assistance with your finances, is that correct?โ€ Bracing for his reaction, though his curiosity flickers.
"Ah. No, of course I have visitors. Lots of them," he lied with a bright smile, gaze wandering upwards. "Just not now. You! You are the only one. How lucky for you, mhm!" Laurelin spun around. "What is your name?"
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โ€œI do get my information in-house. I just like to be thorough,โ€ he corrects petulantly, crossing his arms. โ€œNo matter. The garden party at the Cresswell manor last week โ€” was Lady Cresswell present?โ€
she accepts the comb with a smile. "thank you. see, you can be honest, when you want. and you really need to get your information in-house, my friend. go ahead, what's troubling you?"
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Remir subtly brushes off the starched fabric when the man straightens up, finding himself knocked off balance. Heโ€™d known the man was eccentric, butโ€ฆ โ€œYes indeed. Do you not get many visitors, here?โ€
To Laurelin, it is justified, but then again, he actually has lost his mind. After taking a mouthful of fabric (luckily not skin), he finally stood upright, eyes sparkling with delight. "Someone is here!" He exclaimed.
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when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it.
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He crosses the room to hand her a comb, this time, a fingernail sized ruby really inlaid in its spine. โ€œFine. I just had a few questions about anโ€ฆ event you attended. Nothing taxing.โ€
"first of all, fuck you, i took a bath last night. second, if you do have a comb, please. that's much better." she turns, smiles a little too sweetly, "and lastly, when did a man like you turn nice for no reason, hmm?"
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Damn. No wonder heโ€™s going around biting people if heโ€™s got the funds. (Maybe Remir has lost his mind, to be justifying that. Blink blink. โ€œUm. Helloโ€ฆโ€
Yes. In this economy. He has the money to pay for any damage anywayโ€”with his hoard and all... Anyway, seems he must follow through with his word- He will bite the other's shoulder.
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โ€œFine, fuck, you want a ruby studded comb or something? Iโ€™m doing my best over here. Canโ€™t exactly toss you a bath from across the room.โ€ He rolls his eyes. โ€œCanโ€™t a guy just be nice anymore?โ€
barely manages to catch it. looks at the brush in disgust. "i can't use that, my hair is curly, you moโ€” never mind. why do i even try. you wanted something...?"
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(Whoever was posted watch on the fucking ROOF. Thatโ€™s whoโ€™s getting fired.) You donโ€™t look much better. Howโ€™s the wolf?
(Can't fire him if Remir already fired him before. ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ) You look like shit.
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; โ€”
you'll forever be filthy. a pest, a burden, something better forgotten.
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