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<b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">LOCATION || Zodiac Island<br/>
MENTIONING || Addy (<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>) - Chris (<a class="username" data-user-id="9607" data-username="cressray" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9607/">cressray</a>) </span><br/>
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<i><div style="border: 0px;font-color:transparent;height: 1px;background-image:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, darkred, transparent); margin: 7px 0px 7px 0px"></div></i></b>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">At Chris' comment, Vincent chuckled, looking down at the ground as he smiled. He had always been aware of Chris' dislike for him and in all fairness, he could not blame the man. He was a bit more perceptive than most and at times, it had been both Idris and Chris that he'd feared would eventually find out the truth about him. Although, he'd done mighty well of covering his tracks over the years. And admittedly, those secrets were piling up, one deception after another, all in the name of fame, fortune, and House Darke. Above all else, through the Culling and other backhanded deals he'd made, House Darke would survive. Idris would survive. Veronica would survive. And he would survive, if he had anything to say about it. <br/>
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As Addy, Chris, and Idris began to engage with the newcomer, Vincent found himself drawn towards the base itself. He wanted to go inside, to see how well kept all of the tech had been, along with his own quarters there. As his eyes flickered between the main house on Terramore and the group in front of him, he decided that exploring would be the better option. Idris was in a foul mood, although happy now that she was with those she cared for, and Chris had already expressed his distaste. So as the group engaged, Vincent clasped his hands behind his back and began walking towards the main house. He had a few... incriminating documents within his quarters, albeit safetly tucked away, that needed shredding. He also had a major headache coming on and knew that the kitchens were well stocked with both whiskey and Advil. <br/>
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"Alright, children. I'll be inside if any of you should need me." Vincent called over his shoulder as he walked away, to which he got a cold response from Idris. <br/>
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"We won't need you, Father." Oh, but she would. She would very soon and he'd be there for her, despite her utter lack of warmth towards him. </span><br/>
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