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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 *** QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION> (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone)

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ACTION oct 4th

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[The Fog rolls in midnight October the 4th. With the Fog comes rebirth for Monsters: resurrection, life, healing. Javert knows this, too, when he peers out the windows of La Forteresse to see the gloom settle over Bavan City. He knows, also, that the goblin Varian's sentence is through and he he is due to return shortly. That means there are a number of loose ends for him to tie before he can consider the record closed.

Like the question of confiscated goods and the catalog of evidence associated with Varian's case. The vampire grimaces and pulls his curtains closed against the mist. He has a box ready to go atop his desk, along with an assembled factory line of bagged and labeled items to work through.

Javert may be severe, callous, and fanatical in his grim and misguided beliefs, but there are two things he shall never allow himself to be: one is a liar. The other is a thief. He has no reason to keep Varian's things when the case is closed, documented, and stored safely on his shelves in Dyster where he squirrels away his most sensitive files. For the remainder of the night, he digs through each stray item to determine its worth for the public good, and after a brief period of contemplation, each item is neatly pulled from its sterile casings and arranged inside the box.

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On the dawn of the 4th, a lone human woman cuts the engine of her pastel-shaded convertible. She leaves her car at the curb and approaches Solsikke castle on foot with a plain brown parcel tucked under her arm. The woman is a belle of the ball of very fine taste, well-powdered, bright-lipped, frocked in jewels and furs, her hair neatly curled and coiffed. The bottom of her dress glitters and glistens like a night-dancer, and her stockings bare a trail of rhinestones up the back of her calves. At her four-inch-heels saunters a puffball of a white cat. She daintily makes her way up the front stoop with a tappa-tap-tap and places the parcel at the doorstep. Dimples burst on her cheeks, and she bends down to give the cat a sweet little scratch on the cheek before she makes her way back to her car.

The cat, however, lingers near, and finds a cushy spot of grass to sprawl upon. He, called SPARROW, according to his collar, will stay.

On the package is a note:]

To Mlles. Elsa and Cassandra:

Inside you will find all of the goblin Varian's confiscated effects, in the same shape as they were collected. See to it that they are returned to him.

Regards,
JAVERT
Warden of La Forteresse

[True to his word, the package contains everything Javert and his men took from Varian's garage, and laid out on top of the stacked items is the mechanical arm the teenage alchemist left behind.]