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"Atlantis. Only problem is..." He chuckled "We don't know where that is. I would guess, in the Mid-Atlantic Ridge." He looked at his book. He thought as he restarted his reading.

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OOC: Let's do the time warp.

 

IC: When they arrived at a port city in France, a burly, French Zaigou met them at the docks, and drove them to the city. The uncomfortable ride took a few hours just to get to Paris, then about another hour to find the house of the man, located in a poor, rundown neighborhood just outside the city. Austere knocked on the door.

"Envy, you do the talking, he'll recognize our voices," Austere said, not looking over at Envy.

"Won't he recognize your faces then?" Envy asked.

"Did I forget to mention he's blind?"

 

OOC: That okay Namo? Also, the other clans have to get moving, they haven't really done anything yet. XD

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There was shuffling behind the door, and then it swung open before Austere could say anything. The man standing in the door frame was small, only a few feet tall, with wrinkles all over his skin, which besides his head, was barely visible due to the cloak he was wearing that was obviously much too large. He reeked of dead fish, and his eyes were like pearls. He was indeed blind. There were several bald spots among his dirty, greasy, white hair and his long, white beard reached the floor. He had obviously not taken care of himself.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it and his ears perked up instead. However, all three of them got a good look at his cracked yellow teeth before his mouth closed. When he heard nothing, he made to close the door, but Austere stuck his foot in between the door and the wall, the man turned, and Deceit prodded Envy.

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"Searching for it? Eh, come in, come in," he awkwardly shuffled to the side and held the door open. All three slipped inside. The house also smelt of dead fish. Something that looked like hair littered the floor. Books were piled high in every nook and cranny. The man stumbled forward, with nothing to guide his direction. He bumped into walls frequently, and the three of them followed him cautiously. "How many? What are your names?"

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