[Keeping his smile in place and returning the wave, he held it until she was out of sight, and it fell away from his face akin to a discarded mask.
Just what had he done in these dreams? He recalled a great deal, but just of benign things. Something nice he'd done for Anise, a society known as the Order of Lorelei, a process known as Fomicry...
Blood. Lots of blood like red rose petals. Robots, scythes, Fonic Artes.
Shaking his head, Dr. Gneiss finally turned away to head to his own destination, wondering if he'd actually enjoy his visit to the club.]
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Just what had he done in these dreams? He recalled a great deal, but just of benign things. Something nice he'd done for Anise, a society known as the Order of Lorelei, a process known as Fomicry...
Blood. Lots of blood like red rose petals. Robots, scythes, Fonic Artes.
Shaking his head, Dr. Gneiss finally turned away to head to his own destination, wondering if he'd actually enjoy his visit to the club.]