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Astrologer: Stefan readily explains his decision to go insane. It, he says, helped him very much. </br>
Prisoner: Stefan has found refuge in madness. We wear blindfolds when we visit his room.
=== Genevieve (t3isukone)===
Troublemaker: Genevieve is not as dangerous as she once was, but even a shattered failure of what she sought to be is not to be underestimated.</br>
Acquaintance: Genevieve used to be a doctor, before she started her studies on what might overly our world. Now she is blind and mad, but there may be enough of her left to reshape for our purposes...</br>
Believer: Genevieve ripped out her eyes once she knew nothing could compare to the light in her dreams, but she is beginning to see things again.</br>
Disciple: Genevieve once reached too high. Now, she does not know what is too high, and her fractured, unfocused mind sees higher and more clearly than the rest of us.</br>
Astrologer: Genevieve will never reach what she aspired to-not as long as I still hold her strings. But she has reached something else, and while she will never dwell in the House, all of it is clear to her now.</br>
Prisoner: The bars and cell meant nothing to Genevieve, but she started screaming when she felt the occult wards. She has only stopped because her throat can no longer support it.</br>
== Edge ==
Prisoner: We haven't fed Rhonda in days. It's safer, that way.</br>
First invitation out (Location): 'You'll regret it,' she warns me. But she doesn't use her knife, which means that it's not a rejection. </br>
Compatible Desire (no idea, reallyEvolution): FNORD Until now, it's never been quite clear just how desperately ill Rhonda is. But she presses up against my side, still clutching her knife like a good luck talisman. 'Just let me have this moment,' she rasps, 'And I won't bother you again.' </br>A Liasion: FNORD If anyone else touched her like this, they'd lose their hand. But when it comes to me, she couldn't be cuddlier. She buries her face into my neck to listen to my pulse, taking comfort in the proof that I still live. </br>
Victory Text: Even during the worst of her illness, she hates to leave my side. Sometimes I wonder if the only reason she clings on, day after day, is because she simply refuses to leave me without her support. </br>
A silken-stepped shadow - Another disappearance, another weight on the scales. The books are balanced once again.</br>
Prisoner - Bora plays cat's cradle while they wait for us.</br>
First invitation out (LocationMidnight's Plaza): FNORD Bora considers the string tangled in their fingers, and then nods. 'As long as there are no other people,' they decide. </br>Compatible Desire (didnExploration): 'I't see any ascension ve lost my string.' Bora says, halfway through. When I liked yet): FNORD place the candle down to help search, they tug my into the hedges. It's not the most comfortable, but it is very fun. </br>A Liasion: FNORD They tangle string up in their fingers, and they tangle me up in their arms. When the moon peers through the heavy curtains, it finds our business fitting. </br> Victory Text: FNORD Everything in existence has its place, and our places are together. Each action they take must have a purpose, and they cannot bear even one meaningless footstep. But when the face of the moon turns away from the world, and the stars turn frosty, we endure in each other's embrace. </br>
=== Camille (SRN) ===
A man who is not unhappy - Are you crying? Why are you crying? Why can't you stop crying?...</br>
Prisoner - Camille does not cry. Just another homeland lost. Another exile.</br>
=== Kathie (Anaconda) ===
Troublemaker - Kathie crafts the art of silent death, her canvas the whole of humanity.</br>
A silken-stepped woman - Not even the cobwebs stir in the breeze. A judgment is being made.</br>
Prisoner - Kathie may not be breathing anymore.</br>
First invitation out (Location): FNORD Kathie's eyes are as bright and fierce as gems as she stares at me. Is that a yes? </br>Compatible Desire (maybe beauty? not sureBeauty): FNORD It is unclear whether or not Kathie has even noticed her surroundings, with how tightly her eyes have locked onto mine. Her hands seem to move under their own power, and by the time we reach my home, her fingers have warmed against mine until I forget that they were ever cold. </br>A Liasion: FNORD Kathie's fingers are delicate and nimble, and they move with a precision better known in machine than in man. </br> Victory Text: FNORD She is incapable of not taking pride in her work, no matter her lack of passion for it. She hangs dreamcatchers of delicate chains and flawed gems above our bed, and decorates the windows until the dimmest light scatters across the room. Our house is filled with glittering things, and our happiness shines brightest of all. </br>
=== Margaret (Amets) ===
Alchemist - Meghan is no longer limited by the cold demands of stone.</br>
Prisoner - Her cell is free of any tools. Nevertheless, we can hear her working.</br>
First Invitation (auction house?): Meghan, hand resting on her chin in a thoughtful pose, pauses for a moment. Then another longer moment. "I don't see why not." She finally replies with a shrug.</br>
Compatible Desire: Meghan seems to have taken more of an interest in me than in any of the art on sale. Her eyes gleam with the same light as when she stares at a fresh chunk of marble. She suddenly reaches towards my face, but stops just short of touching. "Would it be rude if I asked to study your form?" I assure her that not only would it not be rude, but it would be welcome. </br>
a liason: Meghan's hands are rough-skinned, but their movements are practiced and ever so gentle. </br>
victory text: Both of us now understand the passion and delicacy with which the old masters wrought warm flesh and soft fabric from cold, unfeeling stone. Whenever I return home, Meghan pauses her work and rushes to embrace me regardless of how much dust coats her skin and clothing. </br>
achievement: warm flesh from cold, unfeeling stone. </br>
===Sule (Anaconda)===
Grimoire: He has made himself a crown, and has commissioned a scepter. He insists on giving us all royal titles, for aiding him in his time of need.</br>
Prisoner: He seems to believe someone is coming to rescue is him, and insists on being ransomed for exorbitant sums .</br>
=== Ivan (Koldun) ===
Troublemaker: He's been in too many wrong places, at too many wrong times.</br>
Acquaintance: He's a man you met..somewhere. He's got a few stories to tell.</br>
Believer: Now that he's seen the truth, there's now more than a moral at the end of his tales.</br>
Disciple: He tells stories every day now. They can't be true. They shouldn't be. They are.</br>
Grimoire: Ivan has grown older, his beard longer, his voice like the skalds of old. Only the stories are the same.</br>
Prisoner: He tells stories even now, to the walls, to the floor, to his death.</br>