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The Manor was just as she had remembered it, but then again, such things rarely changed. The one thing that she supposed was the most lacking was the people. Once upon a time, The Manor had been bustling with activity. The younger Brothers and Sisters causing mayhem that she, Terry, and Chris would have to clean up. The older Brothers and Sisters fighting over who was superior, who was not. In Mother's eyes, they'd all been equals, a mantra that she had repeated to the others countless times. Then again, there had always been a disconnect between Idris Bellucci and the other inhabitants. She'd been viewed as a leader - strong, stoic, and elegant. She embodied self control, even when the monstrosity of her anger simmered underneath her neat composure. It was highly rumored that Idris herself would have taken over the leadership of The Cabal when Mother passed, but...<br/>
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She <i>had</i> passed. And Idris had left to chase her ghost. Standing in the Training Room, her eyes roamed over the countless training essentials there, all neatly tucked away and unused, as they had been for years. Her long, chocolate hued hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, shining in the light of the fluorescents that hung above. She wore a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F27%2F49%2Fae%2F2749ae2fbd2139820e03fc0377f56eec.jpg&amp;hash=27b65f5439120fb2085551fa8c9c7a83" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/27/49/ae/2749ae2fbd2139820e03fc0377f56eec.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">business dress suit</a> in the color of white, a gold necklace around her neck. The color always reminded her of her Emmy, who had contacted her with concerning news. Truth be told, Idris had never expected to hear from Emmy again. After the death of Mother, things had simply fallen apart and by the looks of it, Emmy had suffered more than the rest of them. At least in a way. She'd been left behind to fend for herself while many of them ran from their grief - while Idris had gone after their Mother's killer. The trail had been one dead end after another, but Idris still continued the search, even up until the day that she'd received the video from Emmy.<br/>
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As her neatly manicured had reached out, brushing against one of the punching bags that hung from the ceiling, the sound of someone entering could be heard. When Idris had arrived, she'd locked the place up just as it had been when she'd gotten there. Smirking to herself, she turned away from the punching bag and towards the main room, where she knew Emmy would be. Of course, the girl would likely be checking to see if any others had arrived or if she'd received any messages. Idris was glad she'd made it first, though at the same time she felt nerves bunch in her stomach. She needed to face Emmy, to make her understand that she'd left only to find those responsible for Mother's death... But Idris also knew she needed to face her, to apologize for leaving her behind.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"A Hell of a reunion indeed, though perhaps a bit more comfortable if you'd have prepared food. It was a long flight from Turkey and I'm famished. Airline food nowadays is just, well... unsuitable for my tastes."</span> Idris' dark, sultry voice cut through the room, thick with accent. Behind Emmy, Idris stood leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her chocolate eyes trained on the girl she adored, the girl she'd once been the closest with among all their siblings. The girl had grown since she'd seen her last, her girlish features morphing into that of a young, capable woman. The fondness could be seen in Idris' eyes, even as her face remained expressionless.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I would not have believed you had I not seen The Matrix with my own eyes in that video of yours."</span> Idris declared, straightening as she walked across the room towards Emmy, her white heels clicking against the ground, echoing around them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> "You look beautiful, Emmy. It's been, well... It's been too long."</span> Idris murmured once she was closer, clasping her hands in front of herself elegantly as she smiled down at the girl. Idris herself was tall, though certainly not the tallest, but the heels made her even more so. Her business-woman disposition was as it had always been, but she seemed more... troubled, on edge than normal.</div><br/>
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