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Twisted huffed a heavy sigh, bringing his index finger and thumb to his temples, clamping his forehead in a precise grip of frustration. His hand moved downwards, pulling on his face in tandem, before coming to a brief stop near the ground, his elbow now resting hung on his knee. He stood up...

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Alex was writing in a journal at a desk inside his study, with light emanating from nowhere, but the lamp on his desk. His pen inked the paper to no end - until he was interrupted by the sound of a scream from downstairs. Irritated, he looked over to the left side of his table where, atop books...

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As well - and although I may act and speak a bit formally -, I like to maintain a healthy connection and relationship between me and my partners. So if you do not appreciate jest in your conversations between the verses, I am likely not the person you are looking for. Greetings, You can...

Aye aye. He was - and is - a magnificent character in my roster.

Angry fucking pirate.

As the light shone through the closet, Paige would find herself having to push the various lab coats in her path to the side, to peer into the dark depths of this container of vestments. As the light crept through into the back, a few items would reveal themselves to her. Scattered across the...

Exploring the house, Paige would have many discoveries awaiting her: In one room, there existed an assortment of shoes of various sizes, social standings, and even some from time periods that, although not too far off, were far before either Alex's or Paige's time. In the same room, there were...

"For my purposes, and your convenience, I'd prefer and recommend for you abstained from eating for today, specifically" Alex replied, returning Paige's gaze, with a look void of sympathy, but also void of hate. He did not speak with malice, but seemed to treat the subject as one would treat the...

Looking back into his pot, he contemplated another minute, what reply he would supply. The truth? A lie? What would be a proper course of action? Normally, Twisted didn't deal, nor did he enjoy dealing with, subjects, in such a direct manner. For as profound of an understanding his study of them...

Following the direction of this aroma, could only lead one back to its source: Alex, now chef-like in appearance - white vestment in front of a pot - was idly stirring the broth of a soon-to-be soup. Upon hearing the soft, approaching steps, of Paige's presence, he showed savvy to her person...

"Ah, so you do have a tongue; I suppose the current government is less cruel than I imagined" the doctor replied rhetorically, sharpening his gaze, to retain this newly-captured attention. He sat back in his chair, rubbing his left fist around in the palm of his right hand. "I am Doctor...

Oh, I've done a lot of pretty "odd" things while sleeping. Throughout most of my childhood, I wrestled with my mattress. As in, upon waking, most mornings, my mattress would be anywhere from a quarter to half-way displaced off of the bed structure, or sometimes I'd lose the match and wake up on...

The doctor, finished with his business downstairs, returned upstairs, to find the girl collapsed, and crying on the ground. As he so often does, he paused, staring blankly at the scene from a fair distance. He evaluated the courses of action he could take, weighed the different outcomes. After...