(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

frowned. "So... by any chance you have smelled it somewhere?"
"You smell quite nice right now, you know..."
She scowled for a moment, then in an instant smiled at me. "Yes, yes, and I
thank you for your compliment... but I assure you, this particular aroma is
nothing to my personal scent."
"How can a scent go wandering?"
Vivian shook her head. "I had meant to infer that it had been taken. The
'ladies' here are a bit jealous, at times, and have been known to take my
various perfumes for themselves. This time, though, someone has
absconded with my own, personal, scent... I worked on that scent, perfected
it, and now poof! 'Tis gone! I need not bear such annoyances!" Vivian
stomped her feet: "I want that scent back, and I want it now!"
Tch. Women. "How would you know it if you found it?"
"You would know it by smell, I assure you. 'Tis quite striking, especially to
men."
"I can help you..."
Vivian seemed dubious. "Are you certain? I do not wish to impose."
"No imposition. I am pleased to help such a lovely woman as yourself."
Annah mumbled something angrily; and my ear twitched at the words
"piking" and "idjit-stick."
Vivian smiled and nodded to me. "You are too kind. Very well... if you run
across it, please let me know. I am somewhat anxious to get it back. A
one-of-a-kind scent, really."
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The petite, attractive young woman was smiling blissfully and humming to
herself. Her wide, pale blue eyes seemed to constantly drink in her
surroundings as she looked about. Her arms were tucked at her hips, which
moved to an unheard beat, swaying back and forth slightly as if she were
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