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 Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 5:08 pm
A building that's as much as an enigma as its owner, the Deitrich mansion is owned by Alastair F. Dietrich, a wine haired young boy with an eyepatch. Nobody knows what exactly happened to his eye, but there are rumors that involve a wishgranter. The mansion itself is a massive structure, like all noble mansions. Oddly enough, it's the farthest away from the Purgier Mansion.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:52 pm
Alastair had woken up in a strange daze that morning, head feeling light and full of cotton. To alleviate this problem, the teen had suffered through a dreadfully cold shower. It mostly worked, but he still had that foggy feeling as he padded downstairs to go grab some breakfast. His housekeeper greeted him on the way down, but did not join him for the meal.
After eating, the red-head rifled through his closet of costumes, looking for the one that would aid him the best on his afternoon outing. He had some small business to take care of, and that business would be in the slums. Without the costume, he'd be too susceptible to being jumped or attacked. Alastair had decided to forgo those endearing moments by going in a disguise. He was, after all, the master of them.
It took him a good half of an hour to be completely dressed and made up. As he characteristically hobbled down the stairs, his housekeeper only shook his head, smiling.
"Good Master, your detail of disguise never ceases to baffle me." He said, half-bemused.
"That's what I was aiming for." Alastair replied, flashing the other a grin. The teen "hobbled" some more as he headed towards the door leading out into the alleyways. If he used the front door, it would be too suspicious. Soon, he was heading towards the inner slums, his one keen eye looking for his target.
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