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Dr Henry Jekyll,

If I may have a moment of your time, I would like very much to meet with you at the Station over the next few days to express my holiday sentiments towards you. Please inform me of a time that would suit you for such a meeting.

Yours truly,
Dorian Gray

Berserker.

[ No telling which she'll get until there's a reply. Shijima's outdoors somewhere, and leaning towards her locket with her habitual slouch. ]

I'm leaving Caer Scima for a time. [ No further explanation, of yet. But at least this much of a warning she's tossing his way, as acknowledgement of their arrangement. ]

Henry?

[Dorian's voice is delicate, here, a return perhaps to that shy boy that Dorian has grown out of being in the past month. He hesitates, but continues.]

Henry, did you mean what you promised to me?

Oi. Berserker. What powers does a "Lancer" have? That's one of the servant classes, correct?

[ She's not for sure it's what he was talking about, but it seems likely, and she wants to have as comprehensive a report as possible. ]

Henry, can I meet with you?

[Still this thread only she replies directly to his locket, to make things a little less public.]

He's here, you know. Not the High King, but the one you really want to meet.

Would you like to?

[Some might say this is a risky move, revealing everything so soon...but those are people who've only lived double digit lifespans. After millions of years living among humans, watching them develop, getting to know how they behave...it's actually pretty easy for Lucifer to get a feel for what she can and can't do.

Jekyll would be out of the question right now, but this one? This one showed promise. She doesn't feel like it'll be a problem.]

Help.

[Diarmuid has looked better. He's tired, pale, and actually laying in bed with his locket propped up on a nearby pillow.]

Greetings, my friend. I hope you are doing all right after our little...show. When you have some time, could we talk? I have something of a medical nature I would like to ask your advice on.

We may speak.

Henry, my man.

[ sam's - in a bad way, as is immediately apparent from the ragged sound of his voice and the sheen of sweat across his face. one wing is drooping lower than the other behind him, and pain flits across his expression with every inhale. still, he's halfway between a grimace and a smile. ]

I really hate to ask, but - if you got the time, I could use your help.

Dorian does not specify whom this gift is intended for. First is a box, made of well-carved wood, carved with emblems of heroes and knights, or perhaps people killing one another and monsters for false causes. The inside is velvet-lined, and it might as easily hold a murderer's weapons as a doctor's tools. But what it holds, just presently, is a note. Instructions.

Go to the station. Search for 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'.

[ Delivered to the runner-up of the melee via messenger. ]

"Berserker",

I'd like to congratulate you on two hard-fought matches. There are very few men that I have seen that can do what you have done with their bare hands. As such, in the name of sportmanship, I'd like to offer 500 gold marks to you to do with as you please. If you are still in Treun, I would very much like to deliver the gold in person.

All the best,
-Cullen

[Near Yule a box will be delivered to wherever Berserker is at the time. Inside of the box are 25 golden swans and a short note.]

Good Doctor,

I hear you are planning on creating a clinic to aid others with your skills. Please use these to help you do so.

Good luck,

D. U. D.

[He should never have encouraged her poetic leanings. The parcel comes in person, accompanied by a lot of kisses and warmth. It contains:

1. A handcrafted lapel, shaped to be a dual-colored lily in red and silver. She did not make it, and she will apologize for that, but it caught her eye and seems to flatter Henry's equally dual natures. Joins them into one beautiful thing.

2. A card. 'Practically a post-it note,' she'll laugh, to hide her nerves. It reads:
Two and two
In their eyes
Reflected, I see, it's me.

She does not say outright that she wrote it unless pressed, and it's obvious Paloma intends it to be a gift for Jekyll and Hyde.]

[ She's Trying. There are two gifts, marked clearly as "Jekyll" and "Hyde". Jekyll gets a random book of poetry (...it's not very good and is in fact REALLY BAD) on the grounds that he's a nerd and might like that. Hyde gets a nice-looking knife, on the grounds he's practical.

There's also a short note.

'Happy Yuletide.' ]

[You know what Jekyll doesn't have enough of yet? Lapel pins.

Have a linked pair of wings. And a sun; Paloma points out shyly that it's entwined with its lover, the moon.

She also shares with him the location of a tucked-away crevice in the rocky side of Srathmarbh-- it being less a crevice than a mostly dry, smallish cave. A good and solitary place for thinking, or stealing away.]

Henry. Edward. One of you, speak to me.

watch me not give a good god damn

[ sam has been so busy funneling all of his time, effort, and money into getting the clinic up and running that by the time the spirit of the season rolls around ( or a season; he doesn't know shit about yule as a holiday, but it's close enough to christmas for him ), he figures there's really one thing he can do: give a little love.

CHARACTER NAME will find a basket of freshly made sam wilson baked goods, whatever THEY may have let slip as THEIR favorite over the last year, or something appropriately festive and silly if sam couldn't figure out anything specific. tied with a ribbon to the handle of the basket will be a handwritten note from sam, reading simply:

Three Reasons Why I Respect You

The very first thing you showed me was the your generosity, both as a doctor and as a person. That kindness is a rare quality in any world.
PRETEND I FINISHED THIS LIST
NO SERIOUSLY I SUCK I'M SO SORRY

Let me know if you want some more!

Big ol' sloppy hugs and kisses,

S. Wilson

'more' could very easily mean more baked goods or more shameless compliments; both are equally possible with sam. it's all he's got in his bag this year, but it'll have to do for now. happy yule or christmas or whatever you're feelin' today, friend. ♥ ]

Berserker, please respond to this when you're free.

[she uses the title just to be safe, because when you're not sure who you'll get and it actually matters, being polite counts.]

[Despite the fact she just got stabbed with a magical cursed spear and made her way back to the clinic with her arm still bleeding, her reaction is pretty much unsuited for what she's approaching him for.

So, same as usual.

She finds the room Jekyll's always working in and stands by the doorframe, clutching her shoulder with her uninjured arm's hand.]

I'm...gonna need your help here, Henry.

[Sounding as blasé as usual.]

[she's free. she could sing if she wished it, can move her hands, examined herself in the mirror to find not a touch of silver upon her save her jewellery. it's such a relief, and it sets her in high spirits as she takes some time to practice her magic in the training yard. inch by inch, she can feel herself getting sharper.

and this same positivity is why when she notices someone familiar, she takes advantage of her break to come and speak with him. oh, speaking, she could recite an opera on her own with her relief.

red eyes. that means it's Edward today.]

Berserker, it's been too long.

[but a title in public, just for his sake alone.]

[After Paloma tells Dorian.]

[The message is rather brief and rather clear. Dorian's voice is calm, level, its viola notes moving smoothly from word to word.]

Edward, Paloma told me.

I'm going to fuck you up again.

Edited 2015-06-23 05:57 (UTC)

Doctor Henry Jekyll,

I hope to find you well as you read this missive. If I may, I would like to speak with you regarding a Certain Person whose acquaintance I have recently made. He bore your face, but while you walk in shadow, he revels in darkness.

If I might be permitted I would inquire after him. If you should see him in the meantime, please extend my warmest regards.

As surely I extend them unto you at this moment.

Be well,
▬ E.

Come meet with me. Redgate. The stage of the Rook.

I owe you a punishment.

Edited 2015-08-23 06:38 (UTC)

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