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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">|| LOCATION ||<br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">As Chris began leading them towards the Manor and the large kitchen that wait within, Idris found herself glancing over at Lotte, smirking about her comment about the boys. The normalcy of the moment in itself was therapy for Idris, but Lotte's perceptive way of picking up on the dark source within Idris always had a way of taking her by surprise. Glancing towards the direction in which Addy and Sebastian had disappeared, her eyes turned back to Lotte once more as they travelled. <br/>
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"Yes, if the food and wine doesn't help, I'll definitely be taking you up on that offer." Idris sighed, the smiles and smirks falling from her face then. The world had gone to shit since the Culling and in her time away, Idris had filled her days with working at various Museums during the day and patrolling cities at night, surging out against the growing crime rates and unspeakable acts of men that seemed to be plaguing the cities in the Super's wakes. She was overworking herself, but then again, hadn't she always? Hadn't the Zodiacs always? She took an oath years back that she would serve the Zodiacs as Scorpio, lending them her aide among their ranks as a powerful Elemental. Though in the years recent, she'd been reduced to a vigilante, dodging the authorities and keeping herself hidden, a ghost, until the need for the name Scorpio returned to the public. Perhaps that need had arisen. <br/>
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Soon enough, they were arriving through the front door of the Manor, Idris' thoughts and prayers on the kitchen itself where she knew countless bottles of wine were stored, along with many different cuts of meat, vegetables, fruits, and anything else one's belly could desire. As they neared, a sudden need for one thing in particular came to Idris' mind. <br/>
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"What do the two of you think about cooking up some steaks?" Idris suggested, her stomach giving a small growl as if on cue. </span><br/>
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