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[ninelocks]

[Soft, muffled footsteps, sensible shoes on old floors, and the soft echo of voices in unison, echoing even harder to hear words of a single man.]

... Luca? My lord?

[Hannah's voice, recognizable to those who know her, perhaps, low and seeking, the soft creak of old wood floor and the voices growing louder.]Now is not the time, nor the place to

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[taravata]

[ Ben Hawkins may not be talkative enough to address most of the posts on the network, but he does listen.

This time, the word's aren't foreign. He remembers them-- from a vision, one of the most lucid and linear of them all. ]

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What the hell are you doin'?

[ Said tersely, a few steps from yelling. ]

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[ninelocks]

[With audio, she doesn't have to worry about affecting too much of her usual attitude, at least-

Hmmm. What an odd response.]