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[color=gray][i]The House on the Hill[/i][/color]

[b]Interactions:[/b] Adora ([@Shin Ghost Note]), Anya ([@FernStone]), everyone gathered.

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[quote=Adora][color=fd8a6c]”... [b][i]Well?![/i][/b] I'm not standing here for my health! You talked [i]real[/i] big yesterday, Tsukino. Well, guess what? It's time to back it all up....”[/color][/quote]

Ah yes, Adora. Luna mildly thought back to the fiasco at the mall, how she got caught bad by Greenwood. And Adora had her fun grillin’ her. [i]Sigh[/i]. Luna suppressed a grimace, remembering she’d be seeing Greenwood again tonight. 

That was all water under the bridge. Wasn’t it? After all, she was a changed woman now! Greyson’s intervention and all. Oh yes, keeping her nose clean. Proving her usefulness. And useful as hell she would be, if she could help it.

[quote=Anya][color=9966CC]”Yes, Tsukino, do tell us what you know. We don’t have all day.”[/color][/quote]

Luna’s cool gaze turned to Anya, her face remaining neutral. Yes, yes, Anya. In thick with Sloane, and her own rules of manipulation. Luna wondered how many photos she had of Anya in her little ‘collection’... capturing intimate moments over these days and weeks, like her little ‘date’ with the feds. She wondered what Anya’s reaction would be like if she knew. Ah, yes! Luna gained a wistful look, savouring the imagined fury Anya would unleash at her. Truly, something special.

Before her face grew serious. She moved the glass to the side, pressing her hands on the counter as she leaned forward, addressing the group.

[color=bcbcbc][b]“Does the name Blake Schmidt ring any bells? It probably won’t, for most of you. The bastard runs a group called the Elite.”[/b][/color]

Her fingers laced together as she recounted the well-interrogated and well-paid for information her ‘friends’ had gone through the trouble of getting for her to light up, right in this moment.

[color=bcbcbc][b]“Kari was working for them. Had her sniffing out artifacts. After Kari died, disappeared, whatever, [i]he[/i] employed 8th Street to ransack her home specifically for those notes.”[/b][/color]

She leaned over, picking up her glass again and swirling it slightly, head tilted up. [color=bcbcbc][b]“Those notes… well. They’re in [i]his[/i] possession now.”[/b][/color]

A drop of fire disturbed the coolness in her eyes, betraying excitement as she continued to speak. [color=bcbcbc][b]“I have a plan on how to [i]aqquire[/i] them. Blake’s looking for someone to decode them. I can have my [i]associates[/i] reach out, offer to decode them, and [i]bam[/i], the notes will be ours to decipher.”[/b][/color]