⠀ ⠀ ———𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝙖͟𝙡͟𝙞͟𝙫͟𝙚͟. ⠀ #иo̸ιʀ

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»Heckuva guy, ain't he? Dunno how you could continue doin' what you do on that stage. Man's nothin', but a walkin' broken record. 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞's lost it —— ; ; It's a sinkin' cruise ship, and we're all suffocating in it. What we need is 𝙘͟𝙝͟𝙖͟𝙣͟𝙜͟𝙚."

»Compartments as footfalls matched hers; the warmth its material had proffered was a much better company with the blonde individual he found himself trapped with this very moment; alike fish caught in a net, with no way to go to, but its set destination. "𝐒o . . . Ryan.»

»Doing, but sure ——— why not?" 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 ——— 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 , 𝘿𝙤𝙘. Left and right limbs found comfort within overcoat's»

𝐂happed lips parted in assay to protest to so-called illustrious psychiatrist's demand, yet not a syllable had durst leave he. Not with vocalizations that left he no options other than to accept an innocuous stroll. "I'm sure a doctor like you has better things to be»

»Or few may or may not have begun to form; specifics that would give light to his name, however, remained unknown. Soon, oh, soon. Much to consider in order for it to obtain others' trust, and loyalty without a hint of a doubt. In due time. In due time.

' 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 '. Stance taken not 'tween mismatched ideologies, nor ever given a sincere thought by 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄's destined imperator, for Fontaine saw no aspect that could prove beneficial to him in any way——at least, not yet. 𝐓hough, after tonight, an idea»

»It any time soon."

»Path to be met with a feminine obstruction. . . . Steps ceased, and a cuss inaudibly exhaled afore hazels met inquisitive blues; a well-rehearsed smile decorating his physiognomy. "𝐇iya, Doc. That's some good speech you did up there —— I'm sure Ryan ain't gettin' over»

»Merely did it to avoid being recognized by the crowd that seem'd to either be enlightened by the recent disputation, or rendered bewildered by it. Matching trilby is pulled down to hide upper countenance as he took own departure before attention is drawn to he, only for his»

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃— salvaged from a ( . . . ) lost surface cargo, whose name carved onto it was no longer discernible—pulled closer to 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄's figure to act as though the aerosphere had gone gelid, while in truth he»

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⠀ ❛❛ 𝐘ou 𝙢͟𝙚͟𝙨͟𝙨͟𝙚͟𝙙͟ ͟ ͟𝙪͟𝙥 , @MagickKissed. ❜❜ ⠀

»Presence. "What're you doing in this side of 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞? Don't tell me you've lost 𝙖͟𝙣͟𝙤͟𝙩͟𝙝͟𝙚͟𝙧."

»𝐈'm not here to start nothin' — well, 'less ya give me a reason to." Slow footfalls taken as 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄's insurrectionist encircled 'round contumacious- she; hands—a thousand tales of indolence told—kept behind his back, his deceitful blues assessing her unanticipated»

»𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 ( 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 ) 𝘢𝘣𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯. That, be the last encounter 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 has had with quietus- denied damsel, and, in a way, he felt 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 in that accomplishment. "Easy there, sister.»

* 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒' 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵-𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵»

»Then, a satiated exhalation. It had been a long ( un ) productive day to 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄's soon-to-be 𝙥͟𝙧͟𝙤͟𝙥͟𝙧͟𝙞͟𝙚͟𝙩͟𝙤͟𝙧. "And, that one thing 𝙞𝙨?" Query hurled at she, left brow raising while awaiting most anticipated response to be uttered.

»Sliding ( graze-ridden, gunmetal's purity arrantly absent ) case upon stainless steel worktable, toward young ( shapeless coiffured ) geneticist. "𝐇elp yourself, Doc; I got light if you need it." Remarked he while setting his own alight, taking a much needed inhalation,»