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[impure_tale]

And it appears that we have reached that time of the month again; every universe in the world hits its menstrual cycle, and we get whatever drips off. Not that I've been the most coherent for the last few weeks, but I do believe I missed welcoming many of the current denizens that arrived then. I'm to understand that the Master has graced us with his presence again, is that not so? 

Oh. And the silly whore that lost the Abbe. How quaint.

(ooc: Update on the Marquis -- still crazy, but only in the privacy of his own room, which is still trashed. When he emerges to bring Renate on walks or attend meals he is quiet and approaches no one. He does leer a lot, though. Fairly warned that his troll tendencies are in high season lately.)

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[Private - Text] - French

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Only sometimes. There have been more aggressive responses in the past, but seeing as how I'm a good little boy now I tend to reserve those only for the consensual.

[Private - Text] - French

[some-go-mad.livejournal.com]

I mean responses to me, Marquis.

The Marquis de Sade, and did he take the time to teach you anything? If he'd done his work, you'd be here now, by my cell, letting me out.

You'd want me. You'd want the pain.

[Private - Text] - French

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You sound like my mother-in-law.

No, dear heart. What is the one name I have not called you, yet? Or have you not noticed?

[Private - Text] - French

[some-go-mad.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've noticed.

Until I have time to teach you submission, warden.

[And he'll be logging off. He expects much more than wordplay from someone whose reputation suggests the passion to inflict.]