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{♚} Hearing the words echo throughout the corridors which seemed to be completely devoid of anybody with the exception of herself and the Hatter, Lottie clicked her tongue in aggravation. He still pressed on this idiotic idea of them being friends?

It was just nonsensical to her. They were on different sides of the chessboard; enemies. Surely he knew that and just wanted to see her get wound up and stressed over that minute issue, right? And it irked her that if that was what he intended, then it was working like a charm. She had never been so annoyed at somebody for such remarks in her entire life.

"If you continue to preach those insane ideas of yours," — A haughty chuckle. — "You might just find my knife in your throat one of these days. ~"

 And just as the Hatter was about to turn around and continue on his marry way he spots something, well more like feels something colliding into him, almost knocking him to the ground. He stumbled back a few inches before looking at what just ran into him. A Baskerville. Well not just any Baskerville, but Lottie. 

“Not even a hello? How impolite of you." And to think they had so much going on, but she still treated him like garbage. Surprisingly enough it was uncommon to see a Baskerville invade Pandora. Rare too, but there was always a reason as to why they visited their headquarters, but now wasn’t the time for him to think of why such a visitor would be here.

 As she started off Break smirked lightly and followed. “Wait up friend!" 

 And so the chase begins.

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[ The theme's been updated! Originally I was going to go with a colour scheme to match my new icon, but it ended up just being as if yet another pink bomb had gone off all over the theme. But I'm still kinda happy with the outcome, and I love that I was able to put one of Marina Diamandis' songs on there too. She's my queen. ~ ]

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[ ...I neglected Lottie's muse a little, didn't I? Well, I'm in the process of recovering her muse right now. I have finished 1 draft which I'll send out at some point tonight, but I think my other replies will have to wait until tomorrow. Not that I have that many, but her muse is still gradually returning to me and I expect that I'll have more Lottie muse in store for y'all tomorrow, since I'm planning on re-doing her theme and everything, along with writing some starters.

I don't know when I'll do all of this, but the point is that I'm back on here and I'll try my very best to get all of that done soon! ~ ]

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/dramatic hair flip.

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{♚} Being so caught up in finding the right room to toss over in search of the files that Master Glen required, Lottie hadn't noticed the frosty-haired man lurking the corridors. She hadn't noticed him come to halt and turn around. What she had noticed was that she had just slammed straight into someone. It probably would've hurt a lot more if she weren't a Baskerville.

Then, she looked up to see the face of none other than the Hatter himself; the exact person whose office she was planning on intruding to be of assistance to her master.

Not even bothering to mumble an apology (Why should she? They were allied with different sides, even if the Hatter had spilled out some friendship nonsense to her— they were still enemies, right?) she scowled at the man.

"Watch where you're going, Hatter."

—And then she began to sprint down the corridors, eager to continue her search.

 Break had been wondering aimlessly around Pandora Headquarters for a while now while he looked for some entertainment. He had managed to coax Riem into doing Breaks paperwork again which gave Break the freedom to do as he wished. Which often times consisted of him either bothering Riem, or other people.

 With his cane twirling in between his finger the Hatter made his way down a lengthy corridor. Along the way he couldn’t help but feel that there were some other presence nearby, but he knew for a fact that nobody was around. He shook it off his mind for the meantime and continued onward until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He knew there was someone close by, and it was most likely not a Pandora employee.

 He stopped in the middle of the corridor and looked in front of him for a moment. Nothing. He turned around and still nothing. Then where was this strange feeling coming from? It took him a moment to come to the conclusion, but obviously there was an intruder running around Pandora. Good. Break was looking for a little entertainment.

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/blinks confusedly at the Tumblr layout.

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{♚} Of course. She should've expected nothing less from the traitor. He wouldn't be persuaded to help Master Glen with just a few weak words like she had just used. They were too easy to see through. If she needed a more manipulative approach to get those files—

Well, she'd do whatever it took to get them. She wanted nothing more than to assist her master, after all.

She plonked herself on one of the sofas in the room.

"Myyy, you sure are stubborn, boy~. But Onee-san hates to admit that she won't leave until she gets what she came here for. So, unless you are graced by her presence— you might want to hand over them files."

Gilbert snorted at her words he put his gun away, resting a hand on his hip since he could no longer cross his arms. If she attacked he would use Raven without hesitation and let his chains blue fire take care of her. 

"I’m not an idiot. I hand over the files and you’ll take off. Why would I help aide your master—" He sneered that last bit out " change the past? There’s no information that you have, that I want." 

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{♚} Blink. Stare. Blink.

Well, she obviously couldn't have been looking where she was going very well — if at all — since she'd stumbled right into her own master in the middle of Sablier.

She mentally slapped herself.

"Ah... My apologies, Master. I was just about to scour the area to see if our guests had arrived yet."

{♫} 3 people disturbed your buisness

jackilion

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thestrangestorphan

{♫} “What do you want?”

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{♚} Letting out a sigh of relief that she didn't even know she'd been suppressing in the first place, the pinkette smiled at Lacie. She'd felt nervous beforehand — meeting her master-to-be's very own sister and all. She'd fretted over petty little things as she had prepared herself earlier. Should she bring a gift to show her appreciation of being selected as one of their new servants? Should she speak a certain way? Dress a certain way? What if they didn't get along? Would that threaten her job?

She'd settled with just being herself and trying her utmost best to stay polite and helpful at all times. Being new to the job role, she wasn't entirely sure of what she should act like, so this was her safest bet for the time-being.

"Ah, well, I was going to ask you a similar question. My name's Charlotte. I'm one of the new servants here and I'm to be at your service today, so let me know if there's anything you'd like."

♪|     Footsteps? The raven head pauses, still lying flat on her back upon the bed. Her thumb gently continues to rub against her stomach, where a lonely little secret now lied. No, these footsteps were different. They weren’t quiet and solemn in sound, yet they weren’t slow and meticulous; heavy even. So that rules out both Glen and Oswald. she closes her eyes, sighing the slightest bit as she moved her hand closer to her ribs, as if to cloak her moment of pondering. It isn’t Jack either. He’s always loud and boastful.

A servant. That’s her best guess. Sure enough,  here comes a new face, a young woman silently poking her head into the room with a shy sort of air about her. Spotting her, Lacie pulls herself upright, both hands resting upon either side of her before offering a smile.

"Yes? Is there something you need?"