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Giselle The Paris headquarters had become a second home to Giselle, these past months. And being in them still felt surreal, after years of petitioning and fighting for a chance. She was the girl who'd annoyed The Order into letting her join. An amusing honor, if not a slightly humiliating one...

Giselle She was good at one thing, and that was talking to people. So as the rest of the team split off to examine the corpse, the knife, the window, what have you, she gravitated immediately to the terrified and sobbing girl. Krishna followed close on her heels, examining the poor thing for...

Giselle She flagged down a waiter fairly quickly, with a smile and wave. "Pardon me, Sir, a glass of champagne, if you will, and one for the gentleman here," she said, with a small gesture towards Joseph with her fan. "And-- would anyone else like one? Madamoiselle d'Avingnon? It is a pleasure...

Giselle "Oh, nonsense, nonsense! You are quite charming already, I could not imagine being bored by you. Or anyone of our number, for that matter. We all have such interesting stories to tell." She set the little rabbit down on its pedestal, and slid her free hand into the crook of Thaddeus'...

Giselle "It is, indeed, a tiny marvel. And the stone setting, the quality of the filagree? Very impressive." She glanced between the two men, then around the hall. "Shall I fetch a waiter to bring either of you a glass of champagne? Personally, I know I'd love one." She picked up the little...

Giselle “There is no imposition— not at all. It's always nice to feel needed, and I do hope that all of you come to love my dear city as much as I do!" Her brown eyes sparkled as she said this, and she opened a fan that had been hanging by a string around her wrist, fluttering it lightly. All...

Giselle A salon in Paris on a rainy evening. It was so seductively normal that Giselle was on the verge of genuinely enjoying herself. She’d struck up a conversation with a couple of men who’d recognized her from some ball, last spring— it was lovely. Still, she was well aware that she was here...

Kirsten "Well, I can't even imagine. Even just Charleston to here, it's like finding yourself on a whole different planet-- I've never been outside the south, let alone the country. I'm sure it's one hell of an adjustment." She laughed, just a little, tucking the three little stuffies into her...

Kirsten "Right." She took a deep breath, struggling to regain her confidence. What was it she was telling herself? That she was going to enjoy the day, and nothing and nobody could stop her? Kirsten couldn't give up on that sentiment yet. It was a bad moment, not a bad day. "Um--" she gazed up...

Kirsten Tension held tight in Kirsten's shoulders, and in the small of her back. And there was a feeling in her throat, like something had lodged deep within it. It was one thing to tell herself that people were kinder than she had been trained to believe, to know that logically. It was another...

Kirsten Talking to Gigi was like talking to a tornado. In one swift gesture, the girl had confirmed growing up in Hadbury, invited them to watch the Belles dance, and invited her to join a beauty pageant, before flitting off to go find somebody else to talk to. It had only been a matter of...

Kirsten It took her a moment to register that she was being spoken to, and when she turned, there was an expression on her face of momentary fear. But then, like a flash, it was gone, replaced by a sunny, if awkward, smile. She didn't know the Belles, all that well. They'd gone out of their way...

Kirsten She spotted somebody she knew, better than most others. Peggy— an older woman who was a regular at the diner. Peggy had always been sweet to Kirsten, but still struck the younger girl as intimidating. Peggy wasn’t the type to take people’s nonsense, and she’d seen the lady pick a couple...

Kirsten Independence Day. Kirsten had only been in town a couple of months, and it felt like she hadn’t stopped moving since she arrived. She’d always been a hard worker, and now, with a baby to take care of and nobody to help her with bills, she found desperation pushed her even farther than...

Her Royal Majesty, Mabynn the Queen Renegade Vigil's Keep, Southern Byrne A boy announced Her Majesty's arrival, and the young woman swept into the war room, two of her junior ladies holding her train off the floor behind her. Once she approached the table, positioning herself so as to place...

She gave him a wave and a grin, and headed off towards the girls' cabins to unpack, putting away her clothes and books, and pinning a few polaroid photographs on the wall by her bed. When the space felt suitably her own, she came back out of the cabin, standing on the step and letting the sun...

She was drawn away from the altogether more interesting moth conversation by the Seargent, giving them more of a debriefing and some ground rules. Boring, but the rules did seem pretty open ended, which was nice. She shrugged, flashed Francis a smile, and made her way over to Jane to hand in her...

"Kinda folky, kinda blues-y, a little like, country-ish? Dark Americana? Like, Hozier, or CAAMP. I mean, I got a lot of difference influences, y'know? My parents are ex-hippies, and like, we're pagan with Irish roots, so." She shrugged, and then was immediately distracted by the moth. Winnifyn...

"I think any instrument's good for a beginner. 'Cause you have to be a beginner for a little while to get any good at anything, right? That's kinda the point. But guitar's pretty easy, yeah. Especially if you're not playing, like, classical guitar, and you're just doing chords and stuff and...

"Oh, good. I don't think I could ever be friends with somebody who didn't. Nice to meet you too," she tacked on, as an afterthought. “So, you draw, then?” She knew from Emily that a good way to make friends was to ask people questions about themselves. People enjoyed talking about themselves...