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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 ==
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 (Beauty): 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: 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>
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)===