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[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

「ʏᴏᴜɴɢʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛ sɪᴍᴏɴ」

»ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ɪᴛ.«

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~couldn't be bothered by it ...

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~something probes at the back of his mind.

Didn't someone say something about a visitor? A great niece or something? Oh, well. He~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~at St. Mary's down the street, eh? Good luck; farewell."

He's hurriedly trying to shut the door before she asks anything else, when~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~undergoing some ... err ... reconstruction, yes. Damn gargoyle fell off the bell tower -- nearly crushed a man! Maybe schedule a tour~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~for a show of one of London's great churches?

It never crossed his mind that the girl could be of Nephilim blood.

"Sorry, we're~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~to speak and his ears pick up on the strange, and unmistakable vernacular of an American, he sighs inwardly.

Another tourist looking~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~much as it was a museum ...

His brows furrow as he swings the door open, revealing an unfamiliar face to him. When she opens her mouth~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~Elliot Youngblood bounds to his feet and maneuvers down the grand staircase to the overly outdated set of doors.

This was not a house as~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~went poof! Convenient.

Emitting one guttural sound of annoyance (hoping that •someone -- anyone• would answer the door before him),~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess ~incessant sound began. There were at least ten people in the Institute at any given time, but today was the day they all seemingly~

[ᴱᴸᴸᴵᴼᵀ @astralego]

@ritzygoddess .... Knock, knock, knock.

Bloody hell, was anyone going to answer that damned door? Elliot was thoroughly engrossed in a novel when the~