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I don't need to read the papers, or the tea leaves to understand [CLOSED]
Who: L, Niles, Jin Guangyao
When: Late February
Where: Outskirts of the Harbor District
What: A Naga hypnotized Myr, and his witch isn't too thrilled about it. Time for some good old-fashioned unregulated Mirrorbound justice.
Warnings: Forcible magic tattoos
[L had known, perhaps, that Niles was unlikely to say no. That after everything they'd been through, and all that the chimera believed and had born witness to, he would agree with the necessity for this.
They're an unlikely team, considering their history, but their understanding of one another has evolved. That can make all the difference.]
He'll be coming this way, in two minutes.
[Surely Niles, of anyone, can appreciate just how detail-oriented L is when he sets his mind on stalking someone.]
When: Late February
Where: Outskirts of the Harbor District
What: A Naga hypnotized Myr, and his witch isn't too thrilled about it. Time for some good old-fashioned unregulated Mirrorbound justice.
Warnings: Forcible magic tattoos
[L had known, perhaps, that Niles was unlikely to say no. That after everything they'd been through, and all that the chimera believed and had born witness to, he would agree with the necessity for this.
They're an unlikely team, considering their history, but their understanding of one another has evolved. That can make all the difference.]
He'll be coming this way, in two minutes.
[Surely Niles, of anyone, can appreciate just how detail-oriented L is when he sets his mind on stalking someone.]
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Hide somewhere to that side of this window.
[He takes a few steps straight up the side of the brickwork until he's at the second window level and peers in. Looks like overflow storage for the bar below. Ideal. He pulls barrel over to the window to perch on, right at the level of the sill. He readies the knockout rag in his hands and aims both ears squarely at direction their mark is coming from, waiting for the hiss of scales over stone.]
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