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Good timing @KoL, I'll be able to resume normal RP'ing tomorrow. So I'll have a post up by then. c:
@Lugubrious I'm here.

I'll post when I can.
@KoL Yep it's all cleared up. The relation doesn't even have to be relevant to anything. It just makes him look extra shady.

I suppose I should wait until this exam is over, aye? I'm on phone as well so I guess I could discuss this more in a few. (because it is so much shit to write with this)
@TheWindel I can remove the memories, I wasn't too keen on furthering that part anyway. Actually, no matter the verdict, I'm removing them. They were a bad idea from the start. I think I had a good idea for it, but I forgot what it was in the middle so I made that shit.

The Sig is actually just a quote from a stupid/silly skype conversation (out of many others with said individual) from a while ago. I'm afraid I'm not all that impressive.
So today is a rather agitated day for me. There may be some parts that aren't super clear, but I've done my best to detail what needs to be explained.

@j8cob Ugh, not this pleb again.

Still trying to crack the CS market?

@Angel Eyes There weren't enough baguettes so I was summoned, obviously.

@KoL Alrighty, I think I've finished most of my character.

Should I wait for the 24 hours before posting or do I just post it?

Also collabs are overrated. Cough.
A Surprise?


David Sinclair


Trevi Fountain, Rome





A surprise huh? The initiative taken by his apprentice was a rather big surprise in of itself, but now the American entrepreneur was curious. As the credits rolled at the end of the his cult movie, he'd get off his comfortable seat and set course toward the kitchen where he had the coffee ready for his associate in arms. With the mug warm and left on the kitchen counter, Sinclair helped himself with some scotch in the fridge. Now, alcohol wasn't something Ghouls could digest anymore than regular food that wasn't coffee. But the fact of the matter is that it not only tasted like shit for humans but also give them a really nasty aftereffect when the drunken effects wore off. So why not? If he were to be human at least once in his life, it'd be in the comfort of the water of life.

As his colleague returned to the HQ, which so happened to be David's current residence sans his wife who was simply told he was on a business trip. The apartment wasn't specifically big, but it has the old feeling to it that made it seem like the man was no joke. Of course, he wasn't anything major, but he liked to give certain impressions to people, even his own workers. When Miyako would enter the kitchen, one of the only rooms to be illuminated, she could smell Sinclair sitting in the adjacent study room, the door open so he could have a perfect view of the kitchen's interior from his chair. He was in the dark however, as such his overtime-like outfit decorated with a badly tied and loose tie, his white shirt barely tucked in which emphasized his round belly even more than necessary. He wasn't wearing shoes, he was in his home after all and they just got the whole place dirty.

"Well look what the cat dragged in. You look awful, kid."

Evidently, barging in covered in blood wasn't exactly the best way to go, especially if they tended toward a more inconspicuous approach nowadays. It couldn't be helped, he chose the feral one for a reason but it didn't prevent him from being discontent of all of this. Taking in another sip as he realized that she likely stained the floorboards by now with blood and guts, he was going to need as much as he could to drown out these events, at least for a little bit.

"Take a shower or something for God's sake. But, before you go off to do your long overdo business, you've got a surprise for me? You know I'm a sucker for those."

He'd grinned, intrigued in her rather strange behavior and even more at what was in store for him. He'd set the glass of scotch he had poured himself on the nearby desk he'd work on daily before leaning forward, slowly exposing his aging face to the feeble light of the kitchen that barely reached the room he resided in.
@KoL@TheWindel Merci, merci.

Now one more to go.
@Raijinslayer We could work with that. For now we can just stick around, Roy may very well pop in by then. Awaiting your post nao.
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