[identity profile] and-in-between.livejournal.com2009-01-07 08:33 am
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The Threat (Johan, Peter, Wolfgang)

Peter saw a lot of things in his life that other people didn't see. He saw demons and angels and werewolves. He saw illusions and evil priests and things even he wasn't sure if he believed. But one thing he thought he would never see, was his cousin Johan, speaking to his Uncle Wolfgang. He hadn't even known Wolfgang was in London. But as he passed a small cafe across from the park, he happened to glance in and there they were. It was like happening to catch a glimpse of the devil and God playing chess...

( It's not what you think... )
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[identity profile] and-in-between.livejournal.com2009-01-07 08:33 am
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The Threat (Johan, Peter, Wolfgang)

Peter saw a lot of things in his life that other people didn't see. He saw demons and angels and werewolves. He saw illusions and evil priests and things even he wasn't sure if he believed. But one thing he thought he would never see, was his cousin Johan, speaking to his Uncle Wolfgang. He hadn't even known Wolfgang was in London. But as he passed a small cafe across from the park, he happened to glance in and there they were. It was like happening to catch a glimpse of the devil and God playing chess...

( It's not what you think... )
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[identity profile] unverzeihlich.livejournal.com2008-01-27 09:18 pm
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Marital Negotiations (Wolfgang, Devon, open)

The below conversation is in German.

Wolfgang Kempf sat behind his large rosewood desk, petting his black obsidian dragon carving in contemplation as if it was some sort of pet ready to pounce on anyone who interrupted his thought processes. No one ever did, however. They knew better. Most of the business of the day had been resolved. One matter was still left to discuss. Finally, Wolfgang spoke. "What about the situation in Little Moscow? I am eager to see this resolved." He tapped the desk with the fingers of his other hand, and he did not sound pleased that the situation hadn't been.

( They call him The Iceburg )
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Marital Negotiations (Wolfgang, Devon, open)

The below conversation is in German.

Wolfgang Kempf sat behind his large rosewood desk, petting his black obsidian dragon carving in contemplation as if it was some sort of pet ready to pounce on anyone who interrupted his thought processes. No one ever did, however. They knew better. Most of the business of the day had been resolved. One matter was still left to discuss. Finally, Wolfgang spoke. "What about the situation in Little Moscow? I am eager to see this resolved." He tapped the desk with the fingers of his other hand, and he did not sound pleased that the situation hadn't been.

( They call him The Iceburg )
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