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Who: Noric and Xavier
When: Day 39, night
Where: Apt Z
What:

[People are having a party down the hall, you've finished dinner but are still alone in the apartment, and you don't really feel like reading that book again. What do you do?

Have a second glass of wine, that's what.]

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[intellectum]

[coming back later, looking harangued]

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[sitting against the wall, sipping at his glass.]

...are you all right? I'd have thought you'd be back sooner.

[intellectum]

Yes. Well. There was... [clearing his throat] Someone's here.

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Someone? -- who?

[intellectum]

Mikhail from Lepus. He didn't recognize me, but I'm sure he will soon.

[untempered]

I don't think I know him ... ah, that's still not good.

[intellectum]

Not many do. I know him from reputation only.

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[...gets up, crossing to the table and picking up the plate of food he kept aside for Xavier, handing it to him.]

Come and sit down.

[intellectum]

[quietly coming over, and sitting down]

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[sits back down next to him]

Now... what of his reputation?

[intellectum]

[sighs]

There are... Houses in Lepus, marked according to the achievements of our ancestors. I was from the House of Marko, and Mikhail was from the House of Hargrave.

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I think I heard about the houses.

[intellectum]

I'm not surprised. They carry a certain amount of ... weight. Anyway, this part is mostly rumours, but Mikhail's always been unstable. Cruel.

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Even by Lepus standards?

[intellectum]

[winces]

Even then.

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[frowns.]

If he is, it will come out soon enough.

[intellectum]

I don't know. And I don't want to find out either. The less he knows of me, the better. I rather not attract his attention.

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Just avoid him, when you can. I know it's not entirely... possible, here, but...

[intellectum]

Not to mention he's staying with Cain.

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[ ... >8| ]

Of course they would gravitate to each other.

[intellectum]

They probably knew each other.

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[downs the rest of his glass]

Well, it's not as though you spend much time over in his apartment...

[intellectum]

I don't.

[untempered]

[fills his glass again]

Though I do wish he hadn't set up shop so close to us.

[intellectum]

He hasn't set up anything ... yet. It's too early to say what he might do.