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Rate this tiger on a scale of 1 to 10.

What in the fresh hell is that-?!

(There’s ink spilled on the page…)

I- You lot want us to rate a tiger!? Absolutely not!

(There is no signature, only ink stains.)

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Oh, it is definitely a euphemism. But I digress! I hope you had a good Christmas and New Years, in any case.

I-

(There is a pause in the paper, like someone has let out a long sigh…)

Some things never change, do they…

Thank you. I hope everyone’s holidays and New Year was grand.

-Dr. Henry Jekyll

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Oh, right, Lanyon! If we may know, how are things with him? I hear from a little birdy that you and Hyde went on quite the adventure with him!

…I sincerely cannot tell if that is a euphemism or if you’re referring to our countryside trip…

But, ah, Robert is doing fine. We’re all doing fine.

I… wouldn’t send any asks to him for the time being, however.

-Dr. Henry Jekyll

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DUDE BROS WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

We… have been taking time to process after Zenith took control, and we’ve been putting our focus into working with our partner-

I’m sorry we haven’t been as adamant about responding to letters we get. This will resume shortly, thank you for your patience.

-Dr. Henry Jekyll

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BE GONE, FOUL GENTLEMAN! Your wickedness shall not walk this Earth!

I’m not Satan, you don’t have to hold up the cross darling!~

(No signature…)

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Lanyon coming your way at fullspeed!

Ah! Splendid! That’s exactly what I was hoping for!

(No signature…)

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Um… you might want to go over to wherever Jekyll is rn? He doesn’t sound like he’s doing okay, and I think he spit up something purple on one of the last letters?? He also threatened to break one of the askers arms??? O-O

(The letter is left open in Lanyon’s office, a bottle of ink knocked onto it as though he’d left in a hurry instead of thinking to respond.)

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ZENIIIIIITTTTHHHHHH FRIIIIIIIIEEEEEENNNNNNDDDDDDDD HIIIIIIIIIIII

Who ever said I was Zenith?~

In any case, hello strange little sender. You’ll have to excuse me as I’m a bit busy at the moment- I have certain… plans I need to catch up with.

(There is, again, no signature…)

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Zenith's face is blank?

Well... Surely they would appreciate a new one.

>:3

I'm not sure how you'd get a sharpie in there though...

- Deamon

(The letter starts off with a few scribbles, but they’re covered over with a dried, dark purple fluid. It doesn’t exactly look like ink, and the rest of the letter’s font is… foreign.)

Well, well, well!~ Look at what we have here! Unless you would like to lose that hand darling, I highly advise against drawing the new face.

So this is what the problems have been up to?

I see Lanyon’s better image has garnered quite a bit of chatter. I suppose as long as it provides a new face and doesn’t affect work, the chatter should be continued…?

(A few dots of ink as if the author was thinking, then the script resumes energetically.)

Ah, well then, everyone carry on! I’m intrigued on how this will go…

(There’s no signature…)

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How did you get so good at climbing on wall as are you buff send workout routine

Less ‘buff’ and more nimble, luv! I could be an acrobat in a circus if I wanted to!

-Mr. Edward Hyde

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(There isn't any writing, only the following bad drawing of someone me booping Hyde):

…I don’t know whether to be impressed or offended you think I’d actually let that happen.

-Mr. Edward Hyde

(A note written in cursive, “Edward does enjoy the fact you drew him, however skewed he may be on the actual contents of the drawing.”)

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And you consider, ahem, "trinkets" to be banana peels, broken cups, and whatnot? What are you even doing with those, if I so be curious?

The banana peels I use for Helsby and Griffin, two of the lodgers in the Society! They do love a good practical joke and can even repay back in kind. If any food is still on the peel, I give it to my rats.

Everything else I collect I’ll keep in a special cupboard! Sometimes the good doctor even repairs the trinkets if I find enough of the pieces, with my permission.

-Mr. Edward Hyde

(The cursive sentence below the signature is crossed out, but you can make out the words “Dragon horde”…)

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Huh! I like that name for him. It sounds like it suits him.

What's he look like now?

In all honesty, a blank canvas. He no longer has a face, and I’m not certain if he physically cannot generate a new one for himself or if he simply hasn’t chosen one that fits him quite yet.

Unfortunately for everyone, including Zenith, he can still form Robert’s face if he so chooses…

-Dr. Henry Jekyll.

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I Am In Love With You, Edward Hyde

(There are many starting sentences on the page, most starting with bluffs of grandeur and gratitude. You can see one sentence starting with ‘Of course you are, luv-!’ but it stops halfway through. Then the whole first half seems to be scribbled over after some more attempts…)

(Then, the writing changes to cursive.)

Ah. It seems you might have caught Edward off guard with your declaration. It looks to me like he wasn’t sure how to respond…

I’ll take it from here then. I’m sorry, but Edward isn’t the type for romance. He’s only ever romantically loved one person, and with almost everyone else he flees into the night after-

(A sharp end to that sentence, like the writer caught himself and is too embarrassed to reword…)

In any case, thank you for the letter. If anything, it seems you broke our ‘Spirit of London at Night.’ He’s been in the corner staring at a flask for some time now.

-Dr. Henry Jekyll

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Mr Hyde,

It has come to my attention that those who stay in my inn have been repeatedly discovering you in their waste bins, and it is quite the annoyance. I suggest you leave my tenants— and their garbage— alone!

Sincerely,

Hudson Boyd, Owner of Cariehog Inn

Someone sure is angry at my recent scavengings…

Tell your tenants to stop throwing perfectly good treasure into the waste bins then! I don’t look for food, I look for trinkets that have been shunned from your establishment! It isn’t my fault so many seem to come from your inn.

And whoever is breaking the windows, rest assured that one isn’t me. Seems some other bloke is actively stealing from your establishment while you were on your little rampage for myself.

-Mr. Edward Hyde

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Unsure if this has been asked before, Mister Spirit-of-London-at-night, how'd you even come up with that title? Or was it given?

Sincerely, Jean.

Well Jean, I do like to think of myself as a poet from time to time! It came to me the first night I was free, launching myself from roof to roof with raw liberation surging through my veins- the first night I felt truly alive!

It’s quite fitting, don’t you think?~

-Mr. Edward Hyde

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To Hyde: What are your thoughts on Zosi?

Zosi is the best little bugger out there, and if any of you lot even suggest otherwise I’ll send my rodent army to your doorstep.

-Mr. Edward Hyde

(A note written in cursive, “I wouldn’t worry too much about the ‘rodent army’. It’s more Edward keeping a quite frankly astounding amount of rats that he and Zosi play with than an army…”)