Clockwork Dreams (Emmaline and Loki Caprion)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Emmaline on 24-04-2009, 01:54:08</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Clockwork Dreams (Emmaline and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 01:54:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">In today's post</div><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/OneGypsy/LetterforClockworkDreamsfixed.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clockwork Dreams (Emmaline and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 04:13:28</strong>
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				He read the missive several times, to make sure he had not taken in some of those words in error. Doctor Davenport was dead? That alone was quite a shock to the protegee. But surprisingly enough, the rest of the letter is what truly clenched the man's heart. Not only had his entire estate ordered to him, but he was ordered to reside there. He knew the Connecticut home was quite expansive, but he had no idea that Archibald's holdings were so substantial as to support his living expenses, in addition to the hire of a legal firm for "beyond his lifespan."<br><br>With a shaky breath, Doctor Townsend ran his fingers back through the shock of brown hair upon his head. Those green eyes would scan the letter no more; there was far too much of a mixture of pain and confusion about them. This sudden change to his life was a jolt to his senses, clearing away the tedium of his rather dull daily life. He'd little connections, these days, anyway. He ventured out seldom, spoke with few, and generally went about his business without much fuss. <br><br>That was clearly all about to change.<br><br>He had only three days time before he had to relocate himself. Looking about his small abode, he realized that he wouldn't particularly miss it. Something about it never quite seemed "home" for him. Had he been a more superstitious man, he would have called it "fate" to be suddenly thrust upon him, bringing him to some mysterious higher calling. But alas, it was surely just some stroke of misfortune which claimed his mentor's life, thrusting this newfound fortune upon him. That very afternoon, he set out to hire some able-bodied lads to assist him in the gathering of his belongings for transport to the rail station. His furniture was clearly not required, so packing would be light.<br><br><hr><br>Just after lunchtime on the third day, Doctor Townsend appeared at the office of Timothy Buttonhorn, as requested. His belongings already en route to his new home, he only carried an umbrella and small valise with him. He flipped open his pocket watch, checking the time, before tucking it away and slipping into the office of his new lawyer.&nbsp; He gave a smile to the secretary that showed he smiled quite rarely, and even then it was a strained one. The grief of Davenport's death had finally settled in, over the course of the intervening nights, and he was dreading looking upon the holdings of his late Mentor.<br><br>After a brief clearing of his throat, he chimed out quietly. "Good afternoon. I am Doctor Townsend, here to see Mister Buttonhorn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clockwork Dreams (Emmaline and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 22:41:19</strong>
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				Miriette looked up with a practiced smile, "Good afternoon Doctor Townsend," she said in an overly cheery high pitched voice. "Mr. Buttonhorn is expecting you," she never took her eyes from him as she reached forward and pressed a small buzzer on a brass intercom that sat on the corner of her desk. "Mr. Buttonhorn, Dr. Townsend has arrived, shall I send him in?" <br><br>She gave him a brief bigger smile as a male voice crackled on the intercom, "Please do, and Miriette? Make sure we are not disturbed."<br><br>With that Miriette flicked the intercom switch and pushed out her chair to stand, he dark brown pencil skirt hugging her legs as the bustled jacket flounced out behind her. Her boots clicked hollowly on the wooden floors as she crossed to the wooden door and opened it, ushering Mr. Townsend inside.<br><br><div align="center">*****************************</div><br>Mr. Buttonhorn rose from behind a large mahogany desk, his suit quite a bit more casual cut than one might have expected. papers and files lay strewn over his desk, the office smelling of aged paper, leather, pipe tobacco and peppermints. He came around and held out a hand in offer of a handshake. <br><br>"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Townsend, Mr. Davenport, God rest his soul, spoke quite highly of you. Please, have a sit," said as he gestured to the leather wingback chair in front of the desk. Mr. Buttonhorn leaned back against the edge of his desk, reaching around to pick up a very thick file. <br><br>"I hope you will pardon me if I dispense with the small talk, we have quite a lot to cover before you go to the house. The temporary guardian is a bit," he paused for a moment before continuing "overwhelmed with his duties and is anxious for you to arrive." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clockwork Dreams (Emmaline and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 01:53:04</strong>
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				Butterhorn's handshake was returned in kind as Doctor Reginald Townsend III took in his surroundings. He rather appreciated the more cozy atmosphere, not wanting to be greeted with the sterile, monolithic feel of a major law firm. No, this would do quite nicely. After taking in the sights and scents of the lawyer's office, he settled himself comfortably into the indicated chair, sitting his valise beside and folding his hands in his lap.<br><br>"The pleasure is mine, Mister Buttonhorn. I have to confess that not only Doctor Davenport's passing has struck me with a shock, but his inheritance as well. While he was a very dear friend and mentor to me, I had never thought I'd be his sole benefactor, understand. I'm looking forward to doing more business in this area, as things down south had been beginning to grow dreadfully dull."<br><br>Leaning forward slightly, Reginald went on in a more quieter tone. "Now, as for the temporary guardian... it has only been a few days. What sorts of duties is it that he's attending to that are so overwhelming?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clockwork Dreams (Emmaline and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 05:30:21</strong>
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				"Doctor Davenport has left a very unique ... item ... in his estate. One that requires specific attention to maintain," Mister Buttonhorn smiled a very practiced lawyerly smile. <br><br>"Now, if you would just sign these documents accepting his estate, then I can give you the key and bank information and have our driver take you to your house directly," Mr Buttonhorn said as he withdrew a sheath of papers from a manila folder, laying them on the desk as he reached for a pen.<br><br>"I know you have travelled quite a distance and likely wish to settle in for the night quickly, without dallying here too long," while he was not rude, it was obvious he just wished to get the paperwork signed and filed and be done with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Clockwork Dreams (Emmaline and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 03:57:28</strong>
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				Reginald quirked a brow at the lawyer's remark, but went about looking over the documents as they were handed to him. The cursory glances he gave over the forms seemed to set off no red flags in the Doctor's mind, and soon Doctor Townsend found himself scribbling his name down on page after page of legal files.<br><br>"I am feeling a bit worn down," he explained, "packing all my belongings and traveling up here on short notice was no easy task, so I indeed appreciate your haste in this matter."<br><br>But something Buttonhorn had said kept tugging at Reg's mind. "Mister Buttonhorn... just what sort of item is it that Doctor Davenport left behind? Will I be given some sort of instruction on it?"
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