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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2017 11:37 am
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Lysander was the trainee who'd been convinced that this was some kind of elaborate simulation, if Jordan remembered right. Maybe the dream of the island had helped with that, or maybe it had served to convince the man further that none of this was real. Either way, though, Jordan could sympathize with a craving for good coffee, and as long as it didn't become a regular mooching situation, he didn't mind sharing.
He got up from his desk and started the coffee machine, choosing one of the Kona blends that he saved for occasional use. He didn't know what this guy was used to, but it sounded like he'd been accustomed to high-end beans. If he complained about the free coffee, he could be politely invited to depart, anyway.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2017 12:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2017 12:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 8:22 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 8:33 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 8:47 am
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Lysander, in spite of his wealthy upbringing didn't have any harsh opinions about a room with a bit of damage. He felt like Jordan took pride in the place and it showed.
Taking the cup he took a slow swig of it and exhaled with a sound of sheer satisfaction. He was one of those people who without caffeine felt like he went through life in a sort of haze, half asleep, only on the border of being awake.
"Honestly, it tastes like ambrosia to me." he said, a little flushed and breathless.
"I've just been slowly dying since I got here, the second day I had the shakes."
It had been worse on the island he was sure, but much of that strange dream was already consigned to nothing, dissolving into a few days and little else of substance. "I love that smoky bite when I'm in the mood, you are a lifesaver."
He smiled, big and friendly. "What do people call you? Most people call me Lys, but Anders, Sandy, whatever is just fine with me."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 8:53 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:03 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:45 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 12:27 pm
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"Almost twenty years ago, there was a horseman uprising that wiped out a large percentage of the hunter population that existed then. I don't know if the town was more full then, but rebuilding the organization has been a slow process, from what I've been able to find out. It's not a safe life in general, but horsemen are particularly dangerous." Jordan sipped his coffee, looking grim.
"Horsemen are the primary reason that you can't contact your family. They track hunters when they find us, and they can and will track you back to your family and kill them for the sake of wiping out your bloodline, since Fear sensitivity is often hereditary." He shook his head. "Don't put your daughter at risk, man. It's not worth it." It was entirely possible that Lys's daughter would one day be approached, if she carried the right genes. Jordan decided that this was not a good time to mention that.
"You were involved in business, weren't you?" he asked. "Much of the office work and paperwork involved in the running of the organization takes place in Death division. I'm guessing that you've gotten a lot of the menial work since you've gotten here; that happens when you're still new."
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