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03/08/2015 20:12:46 PST
FOOTAGE FROM CAMERA 10/10000 OBSERVA
[A man walks into the clean and stark lobby of Observa Inc., it is devoid of all life aside from a receptionist who is diligently packing away her desk in preparation for the end of her shift. The man approaches her, confused, asking something. The woman doesn’t understand, she gives him a well practiced kind and mild mannered smile built from years of customer service in her attempt to dismiss him. However, something he says to her freezes her face in abject terror as a single tear rolls down and hits an odd button on her desk. The elevator invites him inside.]
>Engage with my own senses.
[The sound of a door being pushed open is heard, the noise of server boxes constantly buzzing]
Guard 1 : (Quietly) If you see it…
Guard 2 : (Quietly) ...it will take you.
[A short moment of silence before slow, quiet footsteps are heard, and the clang of a door closing, the sound echoing down what seems to be a bit of a long hallway. Only footsteps are heard for a moment before a sudden jolt of fabric and the footsteps stop.]
Smith, J. : (Quietly, with some hesitance.) Wh- Hello?
[Nothing but the buzz of the server boxes is heard.]
Smith, J. : (A bit louder.) You aren’t him.
[Footsteps continue, slowly getting closer to the microphone. The footsteps slowly change from walking on a hard floor to walking on something wet and mushy, making the footsteps slowly shift into an irregular pattern. Only the buzzing of the server boxes and footsteps can be heard for a few long moments before the footsteps come to a stop.]
Smith, J. : [A lot closer now.] (With some hesitation and nervousness being heard in his voice.) Magnus… I know. But I can’t.
[The sound of fabric and movement is heard, but otherwise, only silence.]
Smith, J. : (A bit firmer, and a tiny bit fearful.) Magnus, I told you, I need answers. I’m not going back.
[The floor squelches as something picks something up.]
Smith, J. : [He is breathing quite heavily and fast now] (Quiet, restrained panic is heard in a whisper.) W-what the fuck…?
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : [His breathing slightly calms down. And he is silent for a bit.] (A knowing tone in his voice.) You aren't Arthur, are you?
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : [He lets out a sigh.] You seem to have Xavier's personality down. [A pause.] How do you know so much about me? How do you know about Xavier and others?
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : [Another pause.] …I guess. But still, I don't talk about my family back home that much to others.
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : (Almost a humorous tone can be heard in his voice.) We have similar habits. [A pause.] (His tone has returned to a curious but slightly nervous one.) What happens to the people and kindred who come here, and never leave?
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : (He sounds slightly curious now.) That makes sense.. but aren't you kindred yourself? Feeding off of kindred blood probably isn't the best.
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : (Nervously) I see.
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : [He hesitates.] (Cautiously) ..What happened to Arthur in London? He's not telling me anything, and I can tell something happened.
[A bit of a longer period of silence.]
Smith, J. : (Shocked and intrigued.) …A-a cure? What do you mean by a cure? Is there a cure for kindred?
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : (Fascinated.) Yeah. [A pause.] (A bit of a playful tone.) I wish I had my notebook to jot this down.
[A long period of silence.]
Smith, J. : (Confused with a hint of fear) I help you?
[Silence.]
Smith, J. (Hesitantly.) You want to… Listen to everything happening around my phone?
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : (Regretful.) …fine.
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : For now.
[A very short silent moment.]
Smith, J. : (Cautious.) The kindred outside this place literally told me that if I see you, you will take me. I think I’d prefer not to get taken.
[Silence.]
Smith, J. : (Untrusting.) …I hope I don’t regret this.
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03/08/2015 22:47:15 PST
FOOTAGE FROM CAMERA 628/10000 OBSERVA
[Outside the clean sleek obelisk of a building that defines Observa Inc. stands a man. Grainy and shrouded in darkness, we watch as a silhouetted hand pulls out a phone from his pocket, a notification for a message lighting up the screen. Light by the dim light of his phone, face twists into a frown. He opens the message, types something out, and then turns off his phone as he walks away.]
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That was not quite what I expected. It was very helpful,
I'm okay! I'm fine! Made it out unharmed. I'm honestly surprised. That was not quite what I expected. It was very helpful, however, this doesn't mean I wasn't able to learn without having to give something in return.
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#Knowledge always comes at a cost.
I've been thinking about this "Unseen One" lately. Heard some rumors about them. I have a few questions I'd like to ask if I decide to take the risk to visit.
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02/29/2015 16:21:02
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>Open “Deacam” live feed.
[The screen sifts through countless live feeds of various businesses, stoplights, corners of LA. In one camera that is perched over the dingy parking lot of a run down love hotel, cars that are even more beat up than the hotel itself litter the lot. Almost imperceptible to the human eye, Deacon is a small grainy silhouette huddled in the corner of the camera, wringing his hands out nervously for a moment before taking a deep breath and—.]
>Reconnecting with “Deacrophone”, please stand by.
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[A knock on a door. It creaks open. Two sets of footsteps on carpeted floor. The door closes. It is silent for a moment.]
Bennett, A. : Deacon… I need you to tell me what happened.
Keller, D. : [A sigh. Rhythmic pulling of fabric, most likely a self-soothing behavior.] It's really not that big of a deal, Arthur. It's dealt with. (Mumbling) You really shouldn't have even found out about that. I don’t know why that guy posted it for everyone to see.
Bennett, A. : I don't know either, but I'm glad he did. Were you just not going to tell me?
Keller, D. : (Irritated, strained) Would you have believed me? Every time I try to say anything about your Grimslayer friends, you shut down. It's like I'm talking to a cactus.
Bennett, A. : I don't have the energy for this nonsense, Deacon. I have believed every word you've said about them, because they were all things I knew already. [A sigh.] Just because I didn't take the actions you wish I took does not mean I am unaware of theirs. I will believe you, Deacon, because what you've told me so far aligns with what I know of them. And as much as I wish it did, I'm not sure what you'll tell me will even surprise me.
Keller, D. : (Increasingly distressed) Won't surprise you, huh? So, then, you knew he would hogtie me like a corpse, stomp on my bullet wounds, and threaten me with a silver knife to my neck? You knew he would wake me, during the day, by holding silver to my skin until I screamed? [A step backwards, a recalculating exhale.]
Bennett, A. : [A shaky, labored exhale.] No, I didn't know back then, but I knew when I saw those messages and those.. marks. And tell me, Deacon, what would it have changed, if I knew? Look me in the eyes and tell me I could have stopped you. [A pause.] I've told you, so many times, to stay away from them. That the only thing stopping them from killing you on sight was me. (Bitterly) You'd have gone anyway.
[A pause.]
Bennett, A. : (Softly) For what that's worth, I am sorry that happened to you.
[Silence.]
Keller, D. : I know I was being stupid, Arthur. I don't need a fucking lecture. What confuses me is the fact that you're still adamant to stand by them! They don't see us as people, Arthur. He said it himself. To them, we're nothing but vermin that need to be eradicated. Him and his ‘friends’ are a bunch of genocidal freaks, and I won't apologize for threatening them. I don't want him near you, or the boys.
[Silence, once again, interrupted by the creaking of an old mattress.]
Bennett, A. : (Weakly) Is he wrong?
Keller, D. : [He chokes in surprise.] What the- Yes! [Rustling of fabric, microphone gets closer to Bennett.] Yes, Arthur, he's- He's wrong. We are people, we have thoughts, feelings and ambitions. We're not human, but that doesn't make us less, Arthur.
[The world goes quiet as Arthur takes a moment to think.]
Bennett, A. : (Weakly) Maybe you are, Deacon, but I... I died a long time ago.
Keller, D. : [Sliding of hands across fabric.] Maybe our hearts don't beat anymore, Arthur, but that doesn't make you any less of a person. You can still do so much, more than you could ever do as a human. You have power, power over yourself. I know as well as any kindred that the beast affects us all, but that doesn't mean it controls you. You're damn strong, Arthur Bennett, stronger than me. We may be dead, but that does not mean we can just roll over and give up. The fact that you would let someone who has never seen what you are fully capable of dictate your view of yourself is not okay. [A pause.] (Softly) I care for you, darlin'. You need to start caring for yourself.
Bennett, A. : No- No, Deacon, you've got it all wrong. [A pause, rustling of fabric.] Magnus's opinions are inconsequential to me, at least on this topic. He didn't influence me into... this, I- I got here all by myself. Regardless, Deacon, it'll all be alright soon. [Sounds of hands grasping at fabrics, microphone gets closer to Bennett.] I found something, in London. It could lead us to a cure.
Keller, D. : Wh- What? A cure? What are you saying right now? Arthur, that doesn't make any sense.
[Silence.]
Keller, D. : (Muttered under his breath) What the fuck- What the fuck! [Microphone gets farther from Bennett. The bed creaks again as consistent, circular footsteps begin to sound out, most likely a self-soothing behavior.] You found a cure to unlife? Arthur, please tell me you're not crazy, or drunk, or high right now, because-
Bennett, A. : [Creaking of old mattress, followed by a few footsteps.] Well, I am a little drunk, and I haven't found the cure yet, but yes, maybe. I've found notes, and some corroborating evidence that my father, and one of his Grimslayer colleagues, at least believed he had found it. The Amber, it’s called. Have you heard anything about it?
Keller, D. : [Scraping of a chair against carpet, thump characteristic of a man sitting down.] What did you find? Tell me everything. If you're right, and there is a cure…
Bennett, A. : [Footsteps, followed by rummaging through a large bag (luggage?) and finally, footsteps again.] Here. Take a look at this. [Creaking of mattress.]
Keller, D. : [Flipping of pages.] Arthur, where did you find this? This is… God, I think I might need a drink. [A sigh.]
Bennett, A. : [Creaking of mattress, multiple drawers opening and closing, then the clink of a glass bottle against wood.] I found it in my father's Grimslayer hideout. Was a gentleman's club when I was young, now it's just a dreadful, regular club. Nearly got myself killed, too. But I think it was worth it. [Two clinks of a glass against wood, then a liquid being poured. A pause.]
Keller, D. : [Light chuckle, a sip, then a wheeze and some repressed coughing.] Damn, it really is vintage. I wasn't expecting it to be that strong.
Bennett, A. : [A sip.] Do you believe me now? [Hands grasping at fabric, closer to microphone.] We might be able to be human again, Deacon. (Softly, but closer now) Wouldn't that be nice?
Keller, D. : [A pause.] (Tenderly) That’d be amazing, Arthur.
[Silence interrupted by a sip and a hand brushing against fabric.]
Keller, D. : [A pause.] Am I… Am I misinterpreting this or...
Bennett, A. : [Impossibly close to the microphone] I don't think you are. Though it depends what you're thinking, Deacon. [Clink of a glass against wood.] (Deliberate) I need to be clear on this, Deacon, out of respect for both you and me. I don't do romance. Is that alright with you?
Keller, D. : [A pause.] Arthur, whatever you want to be, I'll be happy with. Is this- Okay, then? Like, kissing, and…
[Clack of footsteps, rustling of fabric, shifting of a body against another, then, the thud of a body against a wall. Heavy panting, suppressed moan, sounds of ‘making out’.]
Bennett, A. : (Breathless, impossibly close) Yes, yea, it's- It's more than okay.
[A gasp, rustling of fabric.]
Keller, D. : (Breathless) Good. Then, this should be fine, darlin’?
[Creaking of old mattress. Heavy fabric falls over microphone, rendering it useless.]
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[Slow, limping footsteps, some grunts and labored breaths. The footsteps stop.]
Bennett, A. : I'm sorry, Deacon. I- I'm not good with words.
[A sigh, the shifting of a body against another, then, of a body against a wall.]
Bennett, A. : I'm not easy. [Considering pause.] To love, I mean. I'm just trying to let you down easy, before I hurt you.
[A pause.]
Bennett, A. : And I'd say I'm sorry that I'm doing this now, when you're drunk, and... Like that, but I'm not. Knowing myself, I'd let you rot in that bar before I got the balls to talk about… [Another pause.] Feelings, shit like that.
[Shuffling of fabrics.]
Bennett, A. : It's easier like this. [Sudden fall of a body towards another, grunts.] Let's get you cleaned up, sheriff.
[Quick, still limping footsteps.]
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02/26/2015 21:05:23 PST
>SEEK: Search “Deacon Keller”.
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>Start.
[Rumbling of tires against asphalt and of wind against carrosserie. Occasional clicking of a turn signal, gentle murmur of a radio put way down low – 102.7 KISS FM maybe? Otherwise silence goes on for 11 minutes, 2 seconds.]
UNKNOWN: Don’t worry, I’m not taking you anywhere to kill you.
[Finally, tires screech against asphalt. Engine ceases with a click, followed by the sound of a seatbelt undone, driver seat belt missing alarm chirps on for a bit until door opens, closes. Then, closer now, another door opens.]
UNKNOWN: Come on, Keller.
[Ruffling, a seatbelt clicking open, and a final slam of a door followed by two sets of footsteps, one steady, the other irregular. A light push, and a grunt.]
UNKNOWN: Delivery, one sheriff.
Bennett, A. : (Dryly) Thank you, Jerome. And again, I am sorry for the inconvenience.
Jerome Smith !!! : [A sigh.] It's fine. Magnus is alright, a bit injured, but alright. I'm fine, physically. Keller's got some powerful disciplines that's for sure. [A pause.] How was London?
Bennett, A. : It was exhausting, and honestly humiliating at times, but I got what I needed.
Smith, J. : Yeah. You can tell me more about it if you want, when there aren't ears listening.
[A pause. they know :> but also they know ? :| ]
Smith, J. : I have a question. Are you aware of how he found our address?
Bennett, A. : I assumed he got it in the police database, but I could be wrong. I'm actually not aware of how much information on civilians cops usually have access to, but knowing the government overreaches I've seen in my lifetime in this country, I wouldn't be surprised. [Pause.] And for what I've found back home, for now, I'd rather keep my cards close to my chest, and out of Grimslayer sights. I'm sure you understand.
Smith, J. : Yeah, I get that. [Throat clears.] Welp, thanks for taking him. I didn't want to just leave him tied up on the streets in case another hunter saw him and took the chance. I'm going to be vampire-proofing the house a lot more to prevent things like this from happening again. He was able to take a bite of Magnus, but luckily didn't turn him or anything. Probably just took some blood. [A pause.] Whatever you two have going on, you better figure it out soon. I have a sneaking suspicion that is what influenced this fight, and I would prefer not to deal with another one. I'll try to keep Magnus away from Keller in the meantime.
Bennett, A. : [Sigh.] I'm going to be honest, Jerome, regardless of his... issues with me, he is responsible for his actions. I tried to explain everything to him, but you know how I am... I've never been the best with words.
Smith, J. : [He snorts.] You could say that again. Yeah, I get it. But I'm gonna make sure that you know Magnus is the same way. He's his own person, and you know how he gets when he gets determined to do something. We all have our own reasons for doing what we do. [Another sigh.] I apologize for being a bit blunt. I didn't sleep last night and only took a two hour nap earlier, which didn't help much.
Bennett, A. : [A sharp exhale, vaguely resembling a laugh.] I'd be a hypocrite if I couldn't handle bluntness. Regardless, I am painfully aware of Magnus's autonomy. But you've got a better handle on him than I do on Deacon. I barely know him.
Smith, J. : [A sigh.] Yeah, I know. But I don't have anyone else to turn to when it comes to Keller. [A pause.] Welp, I guess I'll be heading out. [Closer to the microphone.] Keller, I fully expect you to pay for the damages that you have done to our front door when you broke it down. If not, I will sue you for breaking and entering without a warrant.
Keller, D. : [Huff.] Sure.
Smith, J. : Good night, gentlemen. [Footsteps in dried grass.]
Keller, D. : [Silence.] Will you untie me?
Bennett, A. : [A pause.] Yea, yes, of course. Wait a second. [Shuffling of clothes, subtle click of a pocket knife and the grinding of a blade against rope.] Can you walk?
Keller, D. : Thanks. [Tearing of fabric.] Yes, I can walk. [One step, then a thud.]
Bennett, A . : No, you cannot. [Rustling of dried grass.] I could carry you, if you'd prefer. (Softly) But I'm guessing your ego couldn't take that, could it?
Keller, D. : [Silence, interrupted by the shifting of bodies against each other and the rustling of fabric and dried grass.] Let’s go for the police station, I guess. (Coldly) It's the closest place that I have blood stored, besides my apartment, and I'll need to heal before I can walk again.
Bennett, A . : (Tenderly) Alright.
[Footsteps together, obviously at least two but only discernible as one.]
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02/08/2015 17:14:56 PST
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[Flitting through the corners of the traffic camera’s grainy view, a man in a cowboy hat is seen hurrying through the shadows of LA. At one point, the man attempts to cross a seemingly barren street yet manages to narrowly avoid being hit by a car. Unshaken, he stops, speaks to the driver, and afterwards the driver points him in the opposite direction as he continues to explain something to him. Afterwards, the cowboy breaks away from the driver, bounding through the shadows, a left here, a few honks there, three blocks straight – almost runs into a street vendor here, a right and finally… he slows down, but still clutching his chest. He approaches a cafe and is wreathed by its warm tide of light.]
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[Footsteps with the gentle click of spurs, followed by panting. Then, a doorbell chimes happily, gentle murmur crowds a corner, footsteps muffled by a rug for brief second.]
Bennett, A. : Oh, thank god, you’re here. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t come. Do you want to get something before we get into it? I was gonna get a coffee.
Keller, D. : Sorry, Arthur, I got a little lost on the way here. [Rustling of fabric, continues speaking over it.] I'm not much of a coffee drinker myself, is there something else you'd recommend?
Bennett, A. : Hm, I could see you enjoying some chai. You don't have to, though, I know you've got some… Dietary restrictions. [A pause.] I'm sorry, Deacon. This whole small talk thing is pretty new to me.
Keller, D. : [Short chuckle.] Don't we all? A cup of chai sounds wonderful, Arthur.
[Footsteps joined together.]
Keller, D. : Don't worry about the small talk either, friend. We've got enough big stuff to talk about tonight that we should get started, eh?
Bennett, A. : Can we wait… A bit for that kind of talk? [More footsteps, fabric rustles.] (Gently, but closer to phone’s general location.) Remember, I'm the one paying here.
Keller, D. : Of course we can wait, Arthur. I've got all night. [Footsteps.] As for who's paying… I suppose we'll have to see.
[Chair screeches against the floor, creaks. The gentle tide of conversation across the cafe is all that accompanies us. Break in conversation lasts exactly 17 minutes, 46 seconds, and 3 milliseconds.]
Bennett, A. : [Some footsteps, followed by the clinking sounds of cups on a table and another chair hauled out.] (Playfully) We will not 'have to see'. [A sigh.] So, where do we start?
Keller, D. : [A long sigh.] I'll admit, it's been quite a while since I've had a human drink - erm, besides alcohol. [Clink of a cup, pause.] Why don't we start with the vampire hunter you keep on a leash, huh?
Bennett, A. : He's a valuable asset. I'm sure you can understand that. I don't see what the issue is here, and even less why you keep insisting on destroying every plan I've ever had and putting every person I've cared about in danger. [A pause.] (Softly) You're included in that, for what that's worth. [Another pause.] Vampire hunters all around the nations are connected to Magnus, in one way or another. Cut one of the hydra’s heads, and two’ll bite, you know how organized crime goes. Killing Magnus wouldn't solve anything. Keeping him alive is what gets me the information that keeps us alive.
Keller, D. : I can understand keeping him close for intel. And I guess I can even understand going to his house for glasses of wine, sure. (Growing with conviction) What you need to understand is that bastard had a deliberate hand in the deaths of kindred I cared about. As for destroying your plans, how the hell am I supposed to know anything? It's not like you have told me anything about what you're trying to do. I'm in the dark here, Arthur. So forgive me for ‘endangering everything you care for’ or whatever. [Shuffling of mug against wooden table.]
Bennett, A. : What you need to understand is that the intel I got from Magnus is what saved the lives of some kindreds stuck in that building. Shiloh would be dead without what I've been doing here, and you too, probably. What happened at Crépuscule would have happened regardless of his presence, the only difference is, I got to save some people. [A pause.] And I'm sorry I assumed you were smart enough to understand I, a vampire, wasn't hanging out with a vampire hunter for 'fun'.
Keller, D. : And how was it supposed to look, Arthur? [Tightening of leather glove around porcelain] Get off your god-damned high horse for a second and look at this from my perspective. You had intel that Crépuscule was gonna go up, and what? Instead of - I don't know - warning the kindreds there about the attack, you sat down, had a glass of whiskey and fucked around? And don't make some excuse about not having enough influence to speak, Emizel climbed the fucking rafters with a microphone to talk shit.
Bennett, A. : You're right, I knew. I tried warning some people, but I should have tried harder. Some vampires make it seem so goddamn hard to act even somewhat amiable. [A pause.] (Raising in intensity, but not volume.) But you're right. I don't know why I didn't try harder, or why I still can't bring myself to care about the people that died. Maybe it's because all of them were awful to me, maybe it's 'cause I'm a monster, maybe it's 'cause I still can't bring myself to believe that there's any unlife worth living. [Shuddering breath.] Still, it doesn't change the fact Magnus is more useful to us alive than dead, and that going after him, whether you manage to kill him or not, essentially equates suicide, and worse, a fucking war. [A pause.] All the cards are on the table now, Deacon. What's your verdict?
[Long period of silence settles over them, punctuated by the simple rhythm of a boot tapping the floor and the piercing clicks of its spur.]
Keller, D. : How can you be so human, yet so glaringly not simultaneously? One second you preach about protecting ones you care about, but the very next, you're stone-hearted about every single kindred around you that you sign away the lives - the unlives - of. Regardless of what you think about the ways we are forced to live, you have no say in how others live it. And you sure as hell have no say in who dies. [A pause, a breath.] I don't give a rat's ass about killing your vampire hunter pet any more, to hell with him. What I care about is the oath I made to the Crown and the Ventrue clan to protect our kindred, and to uphold the Masquerade. I failed to protect anyone that day, hell, I almost met The Final Death myself. [A pause.] Maybe you don't feel the same, but this unlife was a miracle for me. It gave me a… A second chance. [Grinding of a chair against a plywood floor, the clamber of boots.] Whatever curse you see it as, you need to start looking for the blessings, Arthur, or the Final Death is going to come a hell of a lot sooner. And no matter how well you prepare, it's not gonna be the freedom you think it is.
[Footsteps followed by the snap of spurs, first on wood, then on rug, and, accompanied by the merry chime of a bell, finally on concrete.]
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>Are you sure you would like to know?
Maybe you’re all right. Maybe I’m old. What the fuck does ‘serving old man pussy’ means.
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🟡 Pop Crave ✓
Following an altercation featuring sheriff @sheriff-deacon-keller and other vampires, vampire hunter @magnusfox releases an "apology" for his actions after some insistence from his friend Jerome.
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Again?
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Hi, this is an RP blog for the Unseen One, a character from JRWI: The Suckening. Please check out the other Suckening RP accounts here!!:
Shiloh: @shiloh-official
Grefgore: @grefgore-the-knight
Emizel: @fangslayerem1zel
Soda: @xxs0d4p0pxx
Arthur: @bennettarthur
Deacon: @sheriff-deacon-keller
Magnus: @magnusfox
Edward: @edwardtwilightprimogen
Jerome: @jeromesmith
Pepper (the cat): @pepper-the-cat
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