*eyebrows*

I don't think so.


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I don't have to speculate on what my exact opposite is.

I have seen him.

Myself, when I experienced a Dark Quickening.

There is nothing more that needs saying.

Duncan sat back on his haunches, rubbing away the sweat from his forehead with a sleeve. The building was coming along, shaping up, but it still had a long ways to go before it would look like anything resembling a dojo. Buckets full of cleaning supplies littered different parts of the room, brooms and mops were scattered about waiting to attack ( Read more... )

Apparently... I would need to put it towards the rather large credit card bill that Amanda has so very kindly left to me.

Gee, thanks Amanda. And as for everyone else - enjoy your ill-gotten gains.

Having discussed the attributes of the neighborhood and the building he's looking at for his dojo with Anya, Duncan has arranged for a walk-through with the realtor. He's invited Anya along, hoping to continue to mend fences but also because she's more familiar with the area and should(?) be able to let him know whether or not the asking price is ( Read more... )

*shakes his head, so incredibly amused*


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... And Duncan is stopped by the front desk clerk upon entering. Something about a problem with his credit card? Being overdrawn? Would he like to use another? He'll have to if he wants to continue his stay, after all. Excuse me? What??

Upstairs, and on the phone with his banker. Cartier diamonds ( Read more... )

Following this...

Mac wandered for a long while after leaving Anya's shop. He got several blocks away before he realized he not only had no idea even where to begin looking, but that he still hadn't felt the presence of another Immortal to at least give him a clue. He sighed. Not to mention the fact that Anya had probably called to warn all of ( Read more... )

Duncan leans back into the cushions of the couch, settling in, getting comfortable, putting his feet up. He listens to the soothing patter of raindrops against the windowpanes, the softness of early evening shadows gathering in the room about him. On the coffee table in front of him is a tepid cup of tea and several books, all in various stages ( Read more... )

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