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

"I'm trying find Vivian's scent... do you know where it might be?"
"No, I don't." Kesai frowned. "Most of the women will say she's prissy, but
she's always been nice enough to me... complimenting me on my eyes... and
she smells so good! I hope she finds her own scent again, soon. Try asking
Nenny about it; she's everywhere at once and might have seen something."
I smiled, "You do have very lovely eyes, you know."
"Why, thank you! You can see them glowing in the dark, you know... bizarre,
no?" she paused to look at me. "You've some nice eyes too... so dark, and
mysterious! So full of character."
"Tch." Annah sneered, rolling her eyes. "Idjit."
"Don't be upset, Annah... you're just as lovely," I shot her a cocky smile,
laying it on just thick enough without being cloying.
"An' what's that supposed ta mean, yeh pikin' tard?! Didja think me jealous
o' this chatty tart? Yeh sod!" Annah spat and looked away from me. The
slight blush at her cheeks gave her away.
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If there was something that Annah wouldn't have gotten all snippy over, it
was this.
Two strange, cubic creatures stood calmly beneath a verdant bough at the
indoor garden. They seemed to be as much machine as they were organic -
they had 4 skeletal arms like polished copper, and equally metallic wings
perched on their top side. As I approached, one of them silently stared at
me with wide, unblinking eyes. Its face didn't have the slightest trace of
emotion on it.
"C'mon, chief!" Morte groaned, "We're in a building full of some of the
sexiest chits this side of the multiverse and you're stopping to talk to
modrons?"
"What can you tell me about them, Morte?"
Morte made a noise of utter disgust. "What's there to say? Annoying little
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