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[impure_tale]

Gad, has it truly been so long since I last penned an entry?

This is what happens when you forsake the modern conveniences for traditional parchment and ink, my lovelies. It escapes you. Am I very missed, I wonder?

(ooc: The Marquis has had time to lick his wounds, so to speak, but he's been fairly non-present elsewhere on the Barge. Attending meals but not much for conversation, walking his dog, and of course, humming in his room while he writes.)

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[impure_tale]

For many, it would be.

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[sharpsuitfluffytail]

But not for me. I haven't heard of you before now, unfortunately.

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[impure_tale]

[you can hear the frustration] I ask you -- what use is a reputation if no one knows of it?

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[sharpsuitfluffytail]

[He laughs a little.] I'm a scientist, Marquis. Somehow I doubt your works were ever part of my curriculum.

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[impure_tale]

Not that kind of a reputation, dumpling.

To think that on my initial arrival here it angered me to hear the history that followed my death, and now I'm surprised if anyone has actually heard of me.

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[sharpsuitfluffytail]

...Dumpling? [Someone is really not used to pet names.] I only meant my interests wouldn't have led me to something you might've written. Particularly if it's pornography. I've no doubt others know of you in my time, it's just that I do not.

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[impure_tale]

Fair enough.