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[impure_tale]

Admiral, you naughty thing, there are numerous items missing from my cabin since its restoration, and you will return them. I cannot be expected to finish a novel when you're making off with bits of the manuscript.

If you wanted so badly to read it, you might have simply waited for the new chapter along with everyone else.

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

[Iago looked up to him sharply.]

Yes, well, we didn't meet to talk about regrets, did we?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[The Marquis began to position the pieces on the board.]

You are not accustomed to receiving apologies, are you?

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

[He fixed the Marquis with a bland look.]

When have I ever been given a sincere apology?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And so you find me insincere?

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

No. I find you quite sincere in it. But I see no reason to apologize. [He took a small sip of the wine.]

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Because it troubled you, of course. It still does. [He had one himself, then.] But you are correct. We didn't meet to talk of these things. If you do not wish to, I will not force you.

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

[Iago relaxed, as he had been clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing.]

Then let's play.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

First a basic tutorial on how each of the pieces work, I think... [The Marquis sat his glass aside to address the board more directly.]