"Well sir is there something that I can possibly help you with if not I do have another engagement that I must attend." Sabina asks as she looks at the man with a hint of impatience in her voice but still pleasant.
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"Well sir is there something that I can possibly help you with if not I do have another engagement that I must attend." Sabina asks as she looks at the man with a hint of impatience in her voice but still pleasant.
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The markings writhe faintly like dead skin shifting over a larval feast as the Haunt stands to his full height. The woman spoke to him as though he was delaying her and had offered little more than a name and a title. His voice crackles from latin whispered over a branded arm into oily english.
"Not at this time, no. Is there anything more I can help you with?"
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
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"Well if there is nothing at this time then I will be off if you do happen to see Priest Nicilo let him know that I will be returning shortly." she smiles at the gentleman turns and leaves the office.
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"Oh, I will." The Haunt croaks, seeing her out. He returns to the office awhile, where he reads from and whispers to and stabs at a particularly strange patch of skin with a hooked finger. After a time he fishes out a card from his shirt pocket, wrapped in crumpled scrap of paper bearing the address of the building he sits in. He gazes over it before finding a phone. As he dials the number on the card, it occurs to him that he hasn't used a telephone in about 15 years.
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
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