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[iron_ambition]

One of the tamer curses, I see. I have no reason to complain. Blackmail is irrelevant.

I thought I had left these well behind me.

(ooc: Olivier is sitting amidst a small pile of photos, mostly from her younger days. Certain pics may be described later on. Meanwhile, I weep because there are not enough Olivier-lovers out there who know art from

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[patiencefirst]

I believe I may have located some of you.

[iron_ambition]

It is most likely that you have all and not some, then. I remember allowing very few photos of myself to be taken.

[Impatience gesture]

Let me see them.

[patiencefirst]

[Pictures go here]

I am surprised that I have found none of me and my siblings. There is the opportunity for that to change, as there are several hours left to this day.

[iron_ambition]

[Scans through photos. Stops at one of her at eight years old, hair pulled back in butterfly clips, seated at a piano and scowling.]

Not everyone will be so kind as to seek out the individual in the photo, unfortunately.

[tucks them away] Thank you.

[glastonprincess]

Major General.

[iron_ambition]

It has been a while. You are well, I assume.

[glastonprincess]

Yes, it has. And yes, I am.

I am merely observing the memories that this City continues to expose.

[iron_ambition]

I have no interest in such memories, either my own or others.

[snapofmyfingers]

It reminds me that I owe you some more flowers, Major General.

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[iron_ambition]

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[iron_ambition]

A waste of money, Colonel. Give them to one of your admirers.

[snapofmyfingers]

Oh, but not all of them define beauty and grace like you do.