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tampered2006-05-17 03:13 am
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Log-Complete
When; Tuesday noon.
Rating; PG-PG-13.
Characters; Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer/Panzer Magier (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rozenmagician) & Caterina Sforza/Eisendame (milanbutterfly).
Summary; In order to show his gratitude, Isaak invites Caterina to the beach.
Log;
Caterina’s apartment looked neater and better tended than last time he visited. The furniture was properly polished and the dimmed lights replaced by a replaced by brighter lighting. The air smelled to pine and jasmine. Her staff must be very effective in their duties.
Kämpfer allowed the women take his coat and the packages he was carrying with the supplies for their picnic in the beach. Inclining his head to appreciate the welcome, the Magician ventured further inside, led by the head maid who guided Isaak to Caterina’s private quarters at the end of the spiralled corridor.
“Allow me,” Isaak requested to the woman, gently pushing her aside with his gloved hands to knock the door twice. “Duchess?” he inquired, clearing his throat, pocketing his glasses into his vest chest pocket. “May I pass? Are you still in need of my humble service?”
Rating; PG-PG-13.
Characters; Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer/Panzer Magier (
rozenmagician) & Caterina Sforza/Eisendame (milanbutterfly).Summary; In order to show his gratitude, Isaak invites Caterina to the beach.
Log;
Caterina’s apartment looked neater and better tended than last time he visited. The furniture was properly polished and the dimmed lights replaced by a replaced by brighter lighting. The air smelled to pine and jasmine. Her staff must be very effective in their duties.
Kämpfer allowed the women take his coat and the packages he was carrying with the supplies for their picnic in the beach. Inclining his head to appreciate the welcome, the Magician ventured further inside, led by the head maid who guided Isaak to Caterina’s private quarters at the end of the spiralled corridor.
“Allow me,” Isaak requested to the woman, gently pushing her aside with his gloved hands to knock the door twice. “Duchess?” he inquired, clearing his throat, pocketing his glasses into his vest chest pocket. “May I pass? Are you still in need of my humble service?”