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Reports of the discovered corpse had reached D.E.O headquarters before any local police had even been dispatched. Or rather, what used to be the Department of Extranormal Operations. New management, new name. And a normal body it certainly was not- while the shrivelling could have been attributed to water, the appearance of exaggerated ageing and starvation had likely been the direct fingerprint of the cause of death and, if their theory was correct, a killer thought dead. By the time she set out for, and very soon after arrived at the scene, it was crawling with several local officers, and one detective who appeared to be either superior to or unaffiliated with them. Her sharp blue suit set almost glared like a beacon with the overcast light bouncing off it, though her heeled boots striking the rocks beneath them made her presence known. A smile already on her face in spite of the situation, she approached the man's side, a hand outstretched. "Agent Danvers with the D.E.N.A. We can take it from here."

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Donna was looking at her reflection when she noticed him behind her. She was wearing a red dress and black pumps, her hair hanging loosely on her side. Not a typical everyday attire, of course, but she had to wear it. "Shove off, Carver," Donna mock chided, grinning at him through the mirror.

it was the time of the bloody year again, nobles complaining about stuff they shoudn’t, while they hold up the line, no real work can done, no writer or painter, and the citizens who need help cound’t had any, these nobles are a waste of space, after several months of headaces she decided to take a stroll trough her hidden libary, hoping to find a good book to get lost in