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Zenon slammed the door shut, closed his eyes and counted to twenty. Twice.
Then he donned his "no compromise" face and opened the door again. The scene of horror hadn't changed, so he felt compelled to ask a polite question. "What the unholy FUCK are you doing?!" Shien spun around with great flair of cloak and loose, long hair. His eyes glittered evilly. "I am preparing to fetch the Maten Scripture. Come." Zenon stared as Shien swept past him in a way that could only be called imperious. "Where's Homura?" A devilish smirk. "He is learning how to navigate stairs."
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