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[Monocle stood watch over the Dressingroom. As far as he was concerned it was was his domain and anyone who wanted to take it away from him would have to go though him first. And he was... rather experienced with a sword.

He stretched, turning away from his spot to start walking.]

This place is fine but a little too quiet. I do very much hope there are others here, as I'd enjoy the company.

[He smirked, hoping that he'd find someone to play with soon.]

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You're not a toy? That is... news to me.

[He takes a step closer.]

But strangely I'm sensing even more hatred emitting from you than what my Descole possessed towards you. In your world I must have done something brutal to you.

Hah!

Do you need to be reminded of what you did to me, Layton? Really?

...In different world different things happen. Please don't be a simpleton. But since you're offering, please inform me of what I am supposed to have done.

...

[...off comes the mask.

There's a scar across her forehead, but it's not really comparable to the mess that's what's left of her left eye.]

[He stares for a moment, the surprise is considerable but he masks it well.]

That is certainly some rather detailed craftmanship.

Craftsmanship?

It doesn't even surprise me to hear you call it that.

If I am as awful as you believe that I am, then no, it shouldn't surprise you.

[Leans in closer, reaching out to the scar.]

[She hisses and slaps the hand away, putting her mask back in place quickly.]

Don't touch me!

Very well.

[The hand is withdrawn.]

It would do you well not to hold too much bad blood for me, however, if you do intend to live in my home.

Your home?

I've already laid claim to rooms in this place. And they are mine, no matter what you claim.

You can live in the rooms, I'll give you that, but this place as a whole is mine.

I'm rather certain I've been here longer than you.

If anyone has a claim to the place, it's me.

No, you have not. When I arrived this place was empty and thus it is mine.

How long have you been here, professor? A straight answer, if you please.

No matter what time I say you will instantly claim to have been here longer. This is no way to prove your point.

How about this?

[She produces a pen from the depths of her cloak and scrawls something on her hand without letting him see.]

There. You say it out loud, and I'll show you what's written.

[Sighs.]

I have been here approximately seven days.

[Aaaand on her hand is written ~~in a horrible messy scrawl~~ '16 days'.]

So the claim to this place is mine.

Well then, it appears that would be the case. If only that was how the system worked in this day and age. Which we both know it isn't.

Your claim to the place was based upon your being the first one here. That's from your own words.

By your own logic, the place is mine.

My logic was flawed, but I have revised my opinion. We should do things by the way of the land we're all from and that would be via the system of voting.

It would hardly be fair to organise a poll with so few people here, professor. Nonetheless... you're correct.

My suggestion would be that for the next couple of weeks, the place remains ownerless. Once a fair vote can occur, that can change.

I do agree with your notion, my lady. So it shall be.

And until that time, you'll leave me be.

As you wish.

[Strokes her face once more, before walking past.]

[She outright flinches, breath hitching in something that's almost a sob.]

Don't touch me.

Don't ever touch me.

By your word.

[Walking away.]

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